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Lan finally walked down the stairs of Yousefka Clinic and waved back. On the stairs, two little girls also said goodbye to him.
"Goodbye, kind hunter."
In Yanan, it seems that the best praise people can give a hunter is to say "good hunter."
When Lan walked out of the Yousefka Clinic and walked back along the road that sent Gascoigne's family here, he climbed up the ladder and discovered something that he had not noticed before because he was in too much haste. matter.
The warning light outside one of the windows was still on.
The warning light is the Yharnamite on hunting night, showing the hunters that the occupants of the house still have the means to reason.
The glass lamp outside the house can be filled with oil from the house and continue to burn. This behavior is enough to prove that the people in the house are normal.
Lan En stepped forward and knocked on the window, thinking that Yusefka's clinic was just a few steps away under the stairs, and it would be easy to talk to this person.
But the approaching sound coming from the house was not the sound of normal people walking, but the sound of the rolling tires of a wheelchair.
"Is it a hunter? The night is so long, but you are the first hunter to come to me for confirmation. Ahem."
The people in the room asked each other under the candlelight. The curtains cast a silhouette of a wheelchair-bound figure.
His voice was old, wheezing and coughing, making him sound labored and unhealthy.
"Hunter, I guess. Sir, do you need care? There is a clinic downstairs. I can send you down. Although it won't be too uncomfortable, I can guarantee that it will be fast enough."
Lan En said calmly.
The Yannan people's xenophobia made him admit his identity as a hunter, but the old man in the house seemed to recognize him because of it.
"My name is Gilbert, young gentleman. You, ahem, you are a foreigner, right? Don't worry, I am also a foreigner. After staying in Yanan for a long time, I have become I will recognize it."
After saying that, the voices in the room struggled to joke.
"You must have a great time. The enthusiasm of the Yannan people towards their guests is impressive."
"You don't have to worry about me, young sir. What I got is Terminal illness, cough."
As he spoke, he coughed hoarsely, and it took him a while to stop.
"The blood therapy in this city bought me time and allowed me to live to my current age, but that's all. I don't know if I can stand up anymore."< /p>
His tone in the previous sentence was still carefree and relieved, but in the next sentence he sounded serious advice.
"But you may not have the same luck as me, young gentleman. This city has been cursed, and everything you get here will only cause harm to you. If you are still trapped... "Shen, you should first consider how to leave."
Lan En was silent.
Get fucked this nightinvolved, although Lan En didn't know whether this kind of interference could control the rift in the sky caused by the surge of chaotic magic from another world.
But even if it can't be affected, he can't let the power of these gods and ghosts in Yanan penetrate.
This is the agreement he made with the lady in the lake.
"It sounds like you've been in Yharnam for a long time, Gilbert. I can't leave now. I have to find out something unusual. Can you give me a clue?"< /p>
After a moment of silence, the old man in the window smiled indifferently.
“Hunter, hunter, every hunter who comes to Yanan has a desire to realize, and they are persistent. How could I think that I can persuade you to leave?”
< p>After laughing, Gilbert began to respond to Lan En's inquiry."Yannan is so unusual, how can there be anything else? There is only blood, the weird blood of the Yanan people. It is not the first time that they have been tortured by that blood, such a hunting night It’s not the first time, but no one listens, no one will listen to a foreigner, haha, they would rather continue to indulge in blood.”
It’s exactly what Lan En thought, he hasn’t been in Asia since he was a child. As a foreigner who grew up in Nan and received cultural influence, no one would think that lycanthropy has nothing to do with blood.
Did the Healing Church’s blood therapy establish a medical system for Yanan, or a disease transmission system?
Lan En has never been against using the most malicious means. To speculate on a religion with a mature system.
If it is a religion that is primitive, full of humanity, and free of strict dogma, there may still be some warmth.
But a mature sect that has become a means of rule cannot be clean.
"Old Yharnam. The terrible fire and the terrible night of hunting destroyed the entire old Yharnam. Today's Yharnam was newly built in decades. If you want To know more, you have to go to Old Yanan yourself, or ask the old hunters who are still alive.”
As he spoke, Gilbert started coughing again.
“Not all people in Yanan are unconscious, ahem. Because the Healing Church sealed the exit of the town on the night when old Yanan was burned down. After they moved into today’s Yanan, I also rejected blood therapy for a while, but that was of no use. The allure of blood therapy and the re-promotion of the Healing Church made personal rejection harmless."
"That's all, young sir. My rotten brain can only remember so much. Please leave me alone and continue your busy work"
Gilbert emphasized to Lan En again, Don't worry about him anymore.
"I am a lucky man. Having survived a terminal illness, escaping from Old Yharnam, and even now being able to die as a human being instead of a beast is nothing more, young sir."< /p>
"This is for you, go and get busy."
The window opened a gap, and an oldAnd a metal object was handed out from his pale palm.
Lan En reached out and took it.
This metal object looks like an old-fashioned air-pressure watering can, except for the flashy carved patterns on it that are in line with the characteristics of the times.
The residual smell of gasoline on it told Lan that it was a flamethrower.
"Thank you, Gilbert. I wish you a happy life."
Lan nodded. He was a little confused about how to talk to someone who was about to die and accepted the status quo happily. People say goodbye.
The old man in the window coughed and smiled.
"Ahem, ah, that's great. I also wish you a happy life, kind hunter. I haven't heard a bloodless greeting in a few days, thank you, thank you"
House Here, the sound of the wheelchair sliding gradually faded away.
After Lan En put the flamethrower in his hand into the alchemical leather bag, he also pursed his lips and left.
In this never-ending night, people will die.
Whether he wants to find the power to stop time, or find the power that wants to pull him into a dream.
Everything in Yanan must be traced back to blood and the origin of blood therapy.
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