Deep Sea Embers Chapter 37: Life and death rotation
The twilight bell and the whistle, representing the alternation of day and night, passed through the dark and damp ramps and shafts, echoing faintly in the dark and cramped sewers, and the signal of the approaching night made hiding in the abandoned lounge cultists became even more frustrated.
One of them was seriously ill, of unknown cause, and now he's going to die—in this dimly lit underground world.
"He's still alive..." a cultist said hesitantly. He glanced at the "compatriot" lying on the ground and saw that the other's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and the eyeballs were slowly rolling in the eye sockets. The unlucky guy can still hear the movement around him, but he doesn't have enough strength to open his eyes.
"It's only alive now," another cultist said in a low voice, "the twilight bell has rung, he can't die in this room - the Lord's protection will bless him to sleep in the dark."
The man lying on the floor twitched his fingers twice. He obviously understood his situation. He didn't want to die like this, but death had already bit his shadow tightly, and it seemed that his dear ones The "brothers of the sun" have considered removing this "hidden danger" from the shelter before the real death.
An extremely oppressive silence enveloped the room, so much so that the faint breathing of the dying person turned into a clear audible voice. After a long silence, the black-robed man who cursed the Church of the Storm suddenly broke the silence: "Wait a minute, at least...it doesn't change immediately when you breathe out."
"...then wait," the black-robed believer with a low voice was relieved, he glanced at the man who was struggling to breathe, and couldn't help muttering, "but why did he suddenly get sick? You guys Are you sure this is just a normal illness?"
"I know him...he runs an antique shop in the lower city that is closing soon, and the shop is full of fakes," said a believer next to him who had never spoken much, "he was originally ill and had a physical It's never been better, probably due to being in the sewer for too long and being frightened before, that made the condition worse."
After listening to the explanation of the person next to him, the low-voiced black-robed cultist finally relaxed a little. Although he is not a noble "priest", he has been converted to the sun for many years, and now he is somewhat knowledgeable about the occult. "Expert", he knows how many long-term and hidden dangers will remain after a failed sacrificial ceremony, and every believer who has participated in the sacrificial ceremony may become a "carrier" of these hidden dangers , and now this person who has suddenly fallen into extreme weakness... may be such a "carrier".
If it weren't for the constraints of "the people of the sun are all brothers and sisters", and there are a few ruthless followers watching, he would have thrown this unfortunate guy into the darkness outside.
After a long silence, the black-robed believer suddenly moved. He took out a pale golden amulet from his arms and stuffed it into the dying "compatriot" chest.
"You are..." A cultist next to him asked curiously.
"This sacred talisman was exchanged from the messenger at a great price," he said in a low voice, with sincerity in his tone, "May the grace of the Lord protect our brothers and sisters, and the light of the sun may be able to shine in the dark. protect him from further erosion."
The two believers next to him immediately did not suspect him, and looked at the church senior who "sent" the amulet with admiration. They put their fists between their eyebrows and reverently recited in a low voice: "Sun Son The people are all siblings..."
The black-robed man with a low voice also put his fist between his forehead and recited in a low voice: "The people of the sun are all brothers and sisters."
…
After the sun had completely dropped below the sea level, the starless and moonless sky appeared before Duncan once again. Pale fissures stretched across the sky, illuminating the boundless sea with a cold radiance, and the lost homeland sailing on the sea. No.
Duncan stood near the stern deck. He withdrew his gaze to the sky and sighed slightly.
No matter how many times he looked at it, it was impossible for him to see the stars that did not exist in the pale and cold light.
But compared to the last time he saw this starless night, he was in a much better mood now.
On the one hand, he has accepted all kinds of weirdness in this world and is actively adapting to today's life, on the other hand, today's fish are really good.
He is a very optimistic person, and any small improvement in his life is a joy to him - not to mention that there are more gifts from nature than he imagined.
At this pace, even if a stable connection with the land cannot be established in a short period of time, he can at least improve the living conditions on this ship.
In his wild thoughts, he turned his head to look at the pigeon standing on his shoulder, and said casually with a joking tone: "You said...Is it easier for me to do what a pirate captain should do? A busy shipping lane, looting or something..."
The pigeon tilted his head, and he didn't know where his eyes were looking: "Is it like a word, is it like a word..."
"That's right, it doesn't fit my character," Duncan smiled, "and it's easy to say - at least one has to be able to find a shipping lane with merchant marine activity."
This vast sea is empty, and the Lost Homeland doesn't know how far it is from the civilized society. Since the last time it collided with the ship carrying anomalous 099, he has never seen another ship out. Now in line of sight - I really want to rob and don't know where to find the victim.
But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Duncan's random thoughts: "Captain, are we going to rob?"
Duncan followed the sound and saw that Alice was sitting on a high wooden board next to her, looking at her curiously.
Under the glow of the pale scar in the sky, the Gothic doll in a long court dress sat high on the ghost ship, her mercury-like hair glowing coldly in the night, she dignified Sitting with curiosity in his eyes - this scene is like a classical and mysterious painting.
Duncan was a little surprised for a while - after a few "real-life trivia", he almost forgot the elegance that the doll lady brought him when she first lay in the wooden box , a mysterious impression, so that at this time, when he saw Alice in a quiet state, he was a little surprised.
Alice didn't know what the captain was thinking, she just asked again curiously: "Captain, are we going to rob?"
This sentence is more damaging to her image.
Duncan glanced at the puppet with a dumbfounded expression: "Do you like robbery?"
"I don't like it," Alice shook her head. "It sounds boring."
"But you were 'robbed' on the ship by me," Duncan reminded her with a smile.
"...Yeah," Alice thought for a while, nodded, and then asked again, "So are we going to rob now?"
"No," Duncan waved his hand and walked unhurriedly to his captain's cabin, "I also think robbery is boring - in comparison, walking is more suitable as an after-dinner exercise."
Duncan returned to the captain's room. After briefly instructing Goat Head to take the helm, he entered the bedroom as before and closed the door.
He has already decided to perform his second spiritual walk tonight.
But unlike last time, this time he was going to test this ability with the pigeon "Aye".
A cluster of faint green sparks jumped at Duncan's fingertips, and at the moment when the flames jumped, the pigeon that was walking on the table disappeared in a blink of an eye, and a figure condensed on his shoulder.
Feeling the vague connection between Ay and himself, Duncan slowly calmed down, then he recalled the "feeling" he had when he activated the brass compass last time, and began to try to use his The fire of the spirit body to communicate with Ay——
The invisible green flame turned into a thin thread and wrapped around Ai's wings. The next second, the white dove was suddenly wrapped in flames!
In the flames, all the feathers of the white dove turned into illusory forms. The rising green fire seemed to reshape its flesh and bones. Ai raised his wings in the flames. The copper compass opened with a "snap" - the dial depicting many occult runes shimmered, and the pointer in the center pointed straight into the distance after frantically spinning.
The surrounding scene disintegrated, and the familiar dark space appeared in Duncan's eyes, followed by the familiar flow of light and countless "lights" dotted with stars.
Duncan followed the feeling in his heart and looked at the stars, looking for the next "target" suitable for contact.
Suddenly, he was drawn to one of the clusters of stars.
He didn't know if this was the "Captain Duncan's Intuition" that Goathead was always talking about, but he decided to go with that feeling - no matter who was behind the starlight, he was now connected to Captain Duncan.
…
In the abandoned sewers on the edge of the Prand city-state~IndoMTL.com~ The few Helios cultists who were lucky enough to escape from the church guards were silent in silence.
The above world has fallen into a deep night, and the underground world has only a cluster of faint lights sheltering the abandoned room.
Even the most brutal and inhuman cultists would feel nervous and terrified in the looming darkness.
On the rags next to it, the dying man is about to take his last breath.
Listening to the gradually deepening and difficult breathing, several pairs of eyes looked at the dying man in unison.
They stared at the "compatriot" on the floor, everyone knew very well that this person was indeed impossible to survive the night.
In this way, under the gaze of a few pairs of eyes, the man on the floor rose and fell for the last time - he exhaled the last breath of his life.
"May the sun continue to shine on your soul in the dark," the black-robed believer with a low voice said slowly beside him, and then waved his hand, "He..."
The next second, his words were suddenly choked back.
In front of him, the corpse with its eyes closed began to breathe again.
(It's time to push the book, this time the title is "My Anime King Story is no problem", it is from a book friend's work, the content can be guessed by the name? Just post the introduction:
Xia Yu is an ordinary house, with the ACG encyclopedia system to travel to a parallel world where ACG culture is very poor, determined to spread ACG culture in the whole world, so that the flag of the second dimension is planted all over the world.
From "Pokémon", various beliefs began to appear.
A new era has arrived. )