Bitter Fruit (15)
"What are you doing?!"
Scarlet sprayed across the ground, black gauze fluttered, and in that instant, a furious, startled shout rang out.
The head splattered across the floor obviously couldn't do that. At that moment, Xilaliya was retreating in a panic, and her body was still completely intact.
Fu Qian's response was neither to answer nor to pursue her. He simply put away Clear Dream.
That's right. The scene of the head exploding had only happened in a dream, and the dream had already ended.
Building an atmosphere was always a systematic undertaking.
After questioning her faith and staging a death, the first two actions in a row, it was only natural to focus on Xilaliya's reaction.
But if the effect wasn't as strong as expected, he could seamlessly turn up the pressure at any time.
For instance, he could make good use of his "unfamiliar face" and "arrival in the dark" to plant the suggestion that he was the very "thing" they feared.
Of course, none of them had been born yesterday.
Especially since this woman could hold fast to her faith in decline, she had to have something exceptional about her, no matter how fragile she seemed.
So in the end, Fu Qian activated Clear Dream, which was now available, and capped off the atmosphere with a splendid headshot.
Come to think of it, he could have used this trick on Dorian at the clinic, too.
But Dorian clearly knew something about dreams, so the effect might have been diminished. Fu Qian hadn't rushed to reveal it.
Now, after all his help, he believed Lady Xilaliya should be able to bring her potential to bear as fully as possible in her search for the mission.
"What were you doing just now?"
The table, chairs, and