Deep Sea Embers Chapter 295: Leave
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The moment he saw the distorted light, the old guard realized that he had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation due to his carelessness - in this cold night, there was an unimaginable and indescribable existence knocking on him. The door of his room was opened, and what was more deadly, he had lit a powerful incense a few minutes ago in order to dig out the secrets from the souls of two cultists!
The incense is enough to construct the dying illusion that the caster wanted in the mind of the deceased, and it can also greatly enhance the range of perception and mental acuity of the caster himself, which made him successfully get rid of the last two cultists. The faint demon's breath was discerned in the subtle fluctuations of consciousness—a side effect was that his spiritual vision was temporarily improved, so that at this moment he was almost defenseless to face the truth of the visitor.
The brilliant and distorted starlight frantically surged outside the door, vaguely outlining a huge, giant-like existence, as if ten thousand roaring sounds superimposed together piercing whistling screams were rampaging in the mind, each whistling The scream seemed to tear his soul apart. The old guard stood there stiffly, and saw a starlight extending towards him. The front end of the starlight suddenly bloomed, as if there were countless eyes turning around inside.
Duncan looked at the old man holding a shotgun in front of him, and then looked behind the old man.
He saw the two dead bodies.
The cultist has been dealt with—the seemingly vulnerable old man in front of him seems to have strength beyond his expectations.
"It seems that the trouble has been solved, that's great," Duncan smiled, nodded slightly and said, "I originally wanted to help, and I was worried that you would be in danger."
As he spoke, he looked down at his current state, and quickly added: "Ah, I know that I look a little scary and very suspicious now. The reason for this is very simple-the situation is urgent, I had to temporarily use a poor-quality body, and now this body is gradually breaking down, but don't worry, old man, I am not a good person..."
The humming rumbling sound seems to be mixed with human language, most of the understandable words are mixed with huge knowledge, washing all the senses, the old warden faced the star giant in an invisible storm, he Realize that the other person is talking to you.
Duncan looked at his hands.
It is not yet sunrise, and there is still only darkness on the boundless sea.
This indescribable existence has left. From the point of view of the superior individual, it cannot be said that there is nothing wrong with Qiu here. This means that he may be some kind of friendly existence—so at least for a short time, the cemetery should Will be invaded by other things again.
He closed his eyes forcefully, silently recited the name of Bartok, the **** of death, and opened them after a few seconds.
He couldn't allow suspicious existence to remain in this land where the dead should rest in peace.
The whole body was covered with white smoke, the skin was broken every inch, and half a catty of coal ash fell off in a single click. The old man just pointed the gun at himself and did not fire immediately. This only proves that there may be no bullets in the gun......
In the captain's dormitory of the Lost Home, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at his side.
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The pale twilight of the World's Creation illuminates the world.
Duncan frowned a little.
He still remembers the scene of the rapid disintegration of this body until now.
The weird scene in his field of vision still exists, but it is a little better than before. At least he can see more of what the real world should look like, and he can clearly see the boundary between the road and the morgue.
Ai Yi was tilting his head and looking at this side, when suddenly he said: "Our soldiers are fighting the enemy... The situation is too bad for us!"
The old guard groaned for a while, turned back to the hut, and slowly locked the door, and locked the window while fighting against the persistent dizziness and tinnitus, relying on memory to recover from a pile of chaotic shadows and wriggling things. He found herbs and holy oil, and poured them on the four corners of the room. After doing all this, he came to the center of the room, pushed the still warm corpse from the chair to the floor, and sat on the chair by himself. He hung a death emblem on his chest, held the double-barreled shotgun, and waited quietly for the day to come.
This
The indescribable existence suddenly left, and actually left.
The old man's muscles were stiff, but he still slowly raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand. Under the great mental pressure and interference of confused thinking, he aimed the gun at this... "individual", which was as weak as a god.
The old guard looked towards the path, and saw a strange pile of coke scattered on the side of the road, and then looked in the direction of the morgue, but it was difficult to see the real appearance there.
"This body is almost at its limit."
Duncan recalled his experience in that cemetery and sorted out the information he had.
"Leave," he mumbled, and then raised his voice a little, "Leave! Don't disturb us!"
This is another key point.
"Today's first visit, the scene was quite chaotic, and many accidents happened," he said to the old guard with a slight smile, "But the conversation with you before was quite pleasant. I hope we can have a comparison next time. See you in a peaceful and stable environment, goodbye."
As he spoke, he moved his slightly stiff neck, raised his head and looked out the window.
And at the end of that darkness is the direction of Frost.
These Annihilation Cultists obviously know something, they have long anticipated the disintegration of this body...
But if it doesn't go well, it doesn't go well, and my tossing is not for nothing.
Is there some kind of connection behind these abnormal things... with Morris, the "friend who came back from the dead"?
There is obviously something wrong with this corpse—not only because four Annihilation Cultists risked running over to steal the corpse in the middle of the night, but also because of the strange "self-disintegration" phenomenon of this body later.
He could feel that the collapse of this body had reached its limit, and his spirit projected from the Lost Land was gradually breaking away from this medium that was about to disintegrate.
No matter what to investigate next, we can only wait until the sun rises.
There's just one thing he's confused about - he's the guard of the cemetery.
His slightly hasty trip to the frost did not go well. Not only did he fail to find a body that could be used for a long time, he even failed to leave the cemetery in the end.
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While guessing the intentions of these cultists, he was also thinking about another thing.
The nameless person who visited this winter night seemed to want to communicate with himself.
The old guard felt that the huge pressure and crazy noise in the spiritual world disappeared in an instant, and the chaotic starlight in front of him also disappeared in the blink of an eye. Zhong raised his head and looked around, and saw the cemetery path stretching under the light of gas street lamps. The shadows on both sides of the path blurred and overlapped, as if there were countless silhouettes shaking and jumping, and the mortuary table not far away was covered with There are jumping limbs and creeping shadows, pairs of eyes blinking in the darkness, each pair of eyes is not human.
The rich experience has turned into the correct judgment at this moment: I don't know how long my crazy symptoms will last. In the case of losing the ability to judge and may deteriorate at any time, continuing to go outside can only lead to unpredictable results--he even Not sure whether he aimed at the living or the dead the next time he raised his gun.
is the reverberation of madness—the good news is not permanent madness, nor total madness.
The spirit was withdrawn from the body, and the body that quickly disintegrated due to the death of the symbiotic demon was finally completely destroyed. After losing Duncan's forceful support, it fell on its back and fell into pieces the moment it fell to the ground. Dry and cracked coke.
Leading the Annihilation Cultists of the Deep Lord... This is the most noteworthy part~IndoMTL.com~ It can be foreseen that what happens outside this cemetery after sunrise tomorrow will enter the Frost Authority And the sight of the local church, and set off a moderate shock among the church guards.
Of course, the "dead" who climbed out of the coffin will also attract the attention of the local church.
Four cultists, pretending to be priests of the God of Death during the most stringent curfew time, went to the cemetery to try to steal a corpse, and even took their lives for it... This is a big deal.
He
It is not the first time to do this kind of thing of occupying the body, but it is the first time to see this strange disintegration phenomenon-in the sewer of Prand, this sacrifice who lost his heart no matter how good the state is. Wonderful, never had such a weird situation!
But he quickly understood the fierce reaction of the old guard at the moment—after all, no matter how he looks at the moment, he doesn't look like a good person.
But he couldn't hear anything clearly.
Duncan raised his hand and slowly stroked his chin.
"Alice is fighting with something again?" Mo Fan listened to the movement outside, and could vaguely hear the sound of clanging on the deck and the exclamation of the puppet lady, but that voice had already become The daily life on the Lost Homelander, so he didn't care, just shook his head, "Let her go, it will stop after a while."
This temporarily occupied body.....
Duncan frowned.
At the same time, Duncan still remembered what the cultist said inadvertently: "I should leave," Duncan nodded, and took half a step back, not minding the old man's reaction at all, "I Just to confirm the situation."
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