Deep Sea Embers Chapter 37

The sound of twilight bells and whistles, representing the alternation of day and night, echoed faintly in the dark and cramped sewers through the dark and damp ramps and shafts, and the signal of the approaching night made the cultists hiding in the abandoned lounge. They became more depressed.

One of them was seriously ill, of unknown cause, and now he was dying—in this dimly lit subterranean 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 guy can still hear what's going on around him, but he doesn't have the strength to open his eyes anymore.

"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 clearly understood his situation, he didn't want to die like this, but death had already bit his shadow, and for now, his dear "sun" The "compatriots" 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 became a clear audible voice. After a long silence, the black-robed man who cursed the Church of the Storm before suddenly broke the silence: "Wait a minute. Wait a minute, at least...you don't change immediately when you breathe out."

"...Then wait," the black-robed cultivator with a low voice was relieved, he glanced at the man who was struggling to breathe, and couldn't help but grunt, "But why did he suddenly get sick? You confirm this. Is it just a normal disease?"

"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 who never spoke much next to him, "he was already ill, and his health has never It's better, probably because he stayed in the sewers for too long and was frightened before, which made his condition worse."

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 an "expert" who knows a lot of esoteric knowledge. , he knows how many long-term and hidden dangers will remain after a failed sacrificial ceremony, and every believer who has participated in that sacrificial ceremony may become a "carrier" of these hidden dangers. A person who suddenly falls into extreme weakness... may be such a "carrier".

If it weren't for the constraints of "the people of the sun are all siblings", and there were a few ruthless believers watching, he would have thrown this unfortunate guy into the darkness outside long ago.

After a long silence, the black-robed believer suddenly moved. He took out a golden amulet from his arms and stuffed it into the dying "compatriot" chest.

"You are..." A cultist next to him said curiously.

"This sacred amulet 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 feet, and the light of the sun may make him in the dark. avoid further erosion.”

The two believers next to him suddenly 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: "The people of the sun are all brothers and sisters. …”

The black-robed man with a deep voice also put his fist on his eyebrows and recited in a low voice: "The people of the sun are all brothers and sisters."

After the sun completely fell below the sea level, the starless and moonless sky appeared in front of Duncan once again. Pale fissures stretched across the sky, illuminating the boundless sea with a cold brilliance, as well as the homeless sailing at sea.

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's a very optimistic man, 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? For example, find a busy Waterway looting or something..."

The pigeon tilted its head, and didn't know where its two eyes were looking: "Is it like a word, is it like a word..."

"Yeah, 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 shipping."

The vast sea was empty, and the Lost Homes did not know how far it was from civilized society. Since the last time it collided with the ship carrying the abnormal 099, he had never seen another ship in 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 wild 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 curiously here.

Under the glow of the pale scar in the sky, a Gothic doll in a long court dress sat high on the ghost ship, her mercury-like hair glowing coldly in the night, she sat dignifiedly, There is curiosity in his eyes - this scene is like a classical and mysterious painting.

Duncan was a little surprised for a while - after experiencing several "real trivial things", he almost forgot the elegant and mysterious feeling that the doll lady brought to him when she first lay in the wooden box. Impressed, so that when he saw Alice in a quiet state at this time, 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 incredulously: "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 room, "I also think robbery is boring—compared to, walking is more suitable as an after-dinner exercise."

Duncan returned to the captain's room, and after briefly instructing Goat Head to take the helm, he entered the bedroom as before and closed the door.

He has already decided to carry out the second spiritual world walk tonight.

But unlike last time, this time he was going to test this ability with the pigeon "Ai Yin".

A cluster of faint green sparks jumped at Duncan's fingertips, and at the moment when the flames jumped, the pigeon that was on the table disappeared in a blink of an eye, and a figure condensed on his shoulder.

Feeling the vague connection between Ai Yin and himself, Duncan slowly calmed down, and then he recalled the "feeling" he had when he activated the brass compass last time, and began to try the spiritual body in his hand. Fire to communicate with Ai Yin——

The invisible green flame turned into a thin thread and wrapped around Ai Yin'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 Yin raised his wings in the flames, and the brass compass hanging on its chest It opened with a "snap" - the dial depicting many occult runes flickered, 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 those familiar light streams 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 attracted by 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 follow this feeling - no matter who was behind the starlight, now, he was destined with Captain Duncan.

In the abandoned sewers on the edge of the Prand city-state, the few sun **** 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 rag floor next to it, the dying man was about to breathe his last breath.

Listening to the gradually low and difficult gasping sound, several pairs of eyes looked at the dying man in unison.

They stared at the "compatriots" on the floor, everyone knew very well that it was indeed impossible for this person to survive the night.

In this way, under the gaze of several 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 in a low voice said slowly beside him, and then waved his hand, "He..."

The next second, his words were suddenly choked back.

Before his eyes, the corpse with its eyes closed began to breathe again.

(It's time to push the book, this time the title of the book is "My Anime King Story is No Problem", it comes from a book friend's work, the content can probably be guessed by the name? Just post the introduction:

Xia Yu is an ordinary house, taking the ACG encyclopedia system to travel to a parallel world where the ACG culture is very poor, and is determined to spread the ACG culture in the whole world, so that the flag of the second dimension will be planted all over the world.

From "Pokémon", various beliefs began to appear, such as Touhou, Magical Girl, Ship Girl, LL, V Family, Gundam.

A new era has come. )

Chapter end

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