Chapter 1248: Chapter 1246 Staring Contest
So that’s how it is.
Looking out the window, there really was a black carriage, standing quietly in the courtyard.
Including the two horses in front, only an occasional snorting sound could be heard.
If the belief in chaotic skies still holds, the scene described by Amila can only be described as a Nightmare.
These twelve gentlen should be able to verify without much effort which is real and which is false.
The one with a splitting headache, yearning for a peaceful sleep, also perfectly matches up.
…
Of course, yearning is useless-after another traverse, Amila and her companion led Fu Qian into an open ward, pausing for a few seconds in front of an empty bed.
“Was there supposed to be soone here?”
Seeing the freshly stained blood on the bed, it wasn’t hard for Fu Qian to guess why the two reacted this way.
“Most of the ti, yes, and that person was the one who brought us here.”
Amila slowly nodded.
“He was the most severe case among everyone. In the first week, he even forced himself to stay awake until he finally had no choice but to change tactics.”
“Understandable, so what’s the situation now? Has he changed wards?”
Fu Qian was very pleased with this direct approach.
“Why couldn’t it be that his condition worsened and he died?”
Reginald suddenly interjected.
“The answer isn’t a personal opinion, we are all still here.”
Although the other party couldn’t see his expression, Fu Qian still showed contempt.
“As the sharer of the Dream, if the source disappears, it shouldn’t have no impact on our actions, right?”
“Speaking of which, aren’t you being too slack in your duties? As experienced professionals, you should know this well, yet here we are playing a question and answer ga, wasting ti?”
Having completed his answer, Fu Qian expressed his unfinished sentints with a stern tone.
“Haven’t you thought about the potential harm caused by the evil infiltration during this wasted ti? Who will be responsible for the innocents who get hurt?”
His words were so powerfully decisive that the slacking duo was profoundly shaken, and even Amila couldn’t help but glance at Reginald.
This unexpected sharpness is one thing, but what is going on with this work attitude?
He was clearly requested to cooperate with the action, not only showing no fear or hesitation, but he ended up being more active than us—he might really not feel fear.
Amila sighed internally upon realizing sothing.
This actually precisely indicates that he wasn’t lying; the only thing that could help him maintain this attitude is treating everything as an entertaining Nightmare.
For a mont, it’s hard to say whether this is good or bad.
“He might’ve gone to receive special treatnt due to severe symptoms, we better go check quickly.”
The next mont, Amila took the initiative to speak, ignoring the difficult questions asked earlier, and proposed a guess and plan of action.
This treatnt isn’t special enough?
Still, her phrasing left Fu Qian internally complaining.
Of course, in the end, he didn’t mind the overly blunt progression.
“What are we waiting for? Every minute we delay, innocent people are under increasing threat of harm.”
With that solemn statent, Fu Qian directly signaled Amila to lead the way.
“The pool is on the lowest floor, follow this way.”
Despite feeling the bizarreness of the scene, Amila quickly adjusted her mood and took the lead as Reginald made no comnt.
Following the beautifully carved wooden staircase downwards, the three quickly crossed the horizon and reached the darker lower levels.
Besides the noticeably muddled air, the most prominent feature here was a sudden drop in temperature, with even thin white fog drifting in the corridors.
Amila didn’t stop, continuing toward the direction where the fog was thicker and eventually stopped in front of a green iron door.
The iron door was quite thick but was ajar.
A deeply infectious groan of pain clearly emanated from the crack.
Amila, bold and direct, didn’t stop her steps and pushed the door open.
In the slightly grating noise, the scene behind the door appeared before them.
She clearly hadn’t lied; there indeed was a pool downstairs, albeit slightly smaller in size, just larger than a double bed, with cold wind and ice fog swirling above.
In the midst of the mist, a head with long hair was notably visible, identifying the sharer of the Nightmare.
The main character found, but the only problem was that there were clearly more than this person in the room.
Three n and two won, holding various instrunts, who were initially watching next to the pool, undoubtedly attracted by the noise of the door, all turned their heads in unison.
…
This attention seed completely expected by Amila, who not only did not hide but even reached out to take off and flip her mask.
The next mont the mask was actually worn backwards on her face, its spiral design staring back at her own eyes.
“Go rest. I’ll handle things here.”
After displaying this eerie form, Amila softly said to the five people.
This statent seed to carry a bizarre Magic Power, as the vigilance and confusion of the five people instantly dissipated. They silently put down their items and lined up to walk out from the iron door, leaving the room much more empty.
Wearing the mask backwards seed to have completely reversed its effect too.
Fu Qian observed the whole process and once again marveled at the professionalism of the Celestial Sphere Sect.
Unlike the original effect of diminishing her presence, Amila now seed like a spotlight converging, her every word and action wielding significant control over the Nightmare characters, directly making them give up on the patient.
Fortunately, as an active mber of the new consultation team, Fu Qian, aside from his admiration, naturally stepped forward to attend to this lover of leather pants and his upcoming treatnt.
Compared to outside, this person’s condition indeed appeared much more distressing.
Subrged in an ice-cold pool, he was stark naked.
Despite his tightly closed eyes, the painful groans and his twisting body fully indicated his awareness, which fully received the current affliction.
Regrettably, the not-so-strong body was fixed in the pool on a rack with iron chains wrapped around, exposing only his head, which hardly allowed for any major movents.
This enforced backstroke pose, the reason being—right where his ears t the water surface, lay a flat-bodied creature about ten or so centiters long, from its color and distinct segnts, it seed to be an overly engorged leech.
Looking further down, nurous of its kind, at least dozens, alarmingly crawled all over his naked body.
Given their sluggish movents, any random movent from him could easily shake them off.
“This place has collected a special type of Bloodsucking Parasite, specially for cases with excessively severe symptoms.”
By this ti, Amila had also co closer, even taking off her mask, and sighed softly.
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