The brightness that had dimd due to the Decree Residue being shut off climbed back up again at that mont.
Fu Qian’s grabbing motion wasn’t fast, but unfortunately, the Black Doctor was sowhat cooperative, and the next mont, his neck was firmly grasped.
Ugh—
That’s the downside of being uneducated. If he recognized that kind of golden fla, he shouldn’t still be thinking about maintaining his posture.
In the end, the Transcendent criminal who faced death only held on for a mont before starting to struggle.
A familiar twist began to appear on his body, desperately trying to stop the spread of that wisp of golden fla.
Sadly, it was all in vain.
"Antidote."
And after casually crushing a bone that ca flying at him, Fu Qian directly repeated his earlier demand.
"I told you, there is no antidote... still unwilling to face reality?"
Even while struggling in pain, the Black Doctor couldn’t help but squeeze out a sliver of mockery from between his teeth.
"Too ordinary."
At that mont, Fu Qian rely sighed lightly, the Mad Fire continued, and his assessnt of the Black Doctor remained unchanged.
"So things are difficult to truly grasp through simple imitation.
"I can see you desperately want to playthe role of soone seeking fun, but honestly, even if I were to indulge myself a bit, there are far more enjoyable choices within your series of moves than simply forcing a persona here."
On a detailed operational level, Fu Qian even offered professional guidance.
"In short, your performance from start to finish makes it hard for to believe you have the capability to drink poison wine without an antidote... Perhaps soone in this city can, but not you."
...
Throwing oneself into such a ga is not sothing everyone can do.
The gap between a thrill seeker and a thrill imitation seeker is vast.
Fu Qian’s aning was straightforward, a person like the Black Doctor might have the courage to touch a power he himself could hardly control, but he would never use it on himself.
To tornt the will of those from the Unseen Hillock, taking the unreturnable path first himself, he most likely lacked the nerve for that.
So there must be a way back, specifically, the analogy of poison, which is the "antidote"—is it really?
"...Take it!"
The fact proved that even facing the deliberately restrained Mad Fire, the Black Doctor didn’t hold out for long.
One mont a hand quickly extended and deford, but it wasn’t to attack Fu Qian. Instead, it burrowed into the heap of human bodies beneath his feet.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, yet another skull was pried open, and then sothing was retrieved from inside and handed over.
A glance showed it was a small transparent bottle, with pale pink liquid swaying inside, looking very much like an oral solution.
"Thank you."
Fu Qian casually took it and let the person drop, not forgetting to maintain politeness at that mont.
The person’s jokester image was rely a marketing sche. Clearly, he had made plenty of preparations in secret.
Aside from the substitute body in front, he even had a dicine storage cabinet specifically prepared.
"Just drink it, but it’s only enough for one person. It’s all I have right now."
Having escaped danger, the Black Doctor reminded not to split it for use.
Though it was hard to tell if it was out of goodwill, it did highlight once more his survival instinct.
After all, on one hand, it ant one person between Fu Qian and another must stay, and on the other hand, if the person staying wished to leave, they mustn’t die—ah!
Though no sooner had he finished speaking than the golden fla once again ignited, consuming him from head to toe.
Its power clearly higher than the previous small simr, the Black Doctor could only utter half a wail before truly turning to ashes.
...
"Do you think he was lying to you?"
The rapid changes were overwhelming, and it wasn’t until Fu Qian adjusted a nearby lamp to shine a little brighter, casting its last glow, that Amber finally regained the ability to speak, expressing incredulity at his actions.
"No, I believe this thing is real."
Rubbing the antidote, Fu Qian, at that mont, didn’t even look back, just gazed at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
The fla’s explosion only illuminated a mont, quickly sinking back into silence, darkness unchanged.
"Then why did you kill him? Out of spite? Honestly, I don’t see you as soone driven by impulse."
And his answer only deepened Amber’s confusion.
"How could it be? Although the performance was clumsy, rely staying in the pot without making us search everywhere, I was quite satisfied with his conduct."
Fu Qian wasn’t surprised by her question and expressed an honest evaluation for a mont.
"Weren’t you hesitating about going back earlier? Now, you shouldn’t need to hesitate."
Uh...
Amber didn’t seem to have considered this, once again falling silent for a mont.
Still no movent?
Paying no mind to her reaction, Fu Qian rely marveled at the surrounding darkness.
It wasn’t about venting anger; a character so despicable as the Black Doctor was indeed a waste to even glance at.
As for helping Amber make up her mind? It was rely a side effect.
As a Demigod more "attuned" to the will of the Unseen Hillock, if he were directly taken out, and even in the form of Mad Fire, would Ji Feng, the elder brother, react?
That was the question Fu Qian was truly interested in.
Alas, even with such a sacrifice, nothing stirred.
...
"Wish you find sothing on this side, whatever that may be."
After a brief wait, Fu Qian clearly didn’t intend to idle any longer, finally turning to offer Amber his blessing.
"Regarding Akasha’s claims, I don’t believe the Black Doctor was lying either, but honestly, that guy wasn’t too smart. Even if he wasn’t lying, his words might not be trustworthy."
Not only that, but he even provided a goal to strive for, for the other to mull over when idle.
"But..."
Sensing so realization, Amber seed to still harbor unresolved doubts.
Gazing towards the depths of the Unseen Hillock, she couldn’t help but hesitate to speak—then missed the chance.
In the corner of her eye, an outsider had already uncapped that potion and drank it down.
...
It was indeed the antidote.
Tasteless upon entry, just like a bottle of color-changed water.
Yet in the blink of an eye, Fu Qian realized the surroundings had changed, and Amber had quietly vanished.
The process lacked any dramatic dreamlike awakening, just as bland as the liquid’s flavor.
Though that subtlety was instantly altered by colorful neon signs.
He truly returned. Though still night, the bustle was noticeably more lively here.
Even returning to the initial starting point.
Fu Qian glanced around, more certain of understanding the poison’s principles at that mont.
No doubt, he was quite confident this was indeed where the mission began.
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