Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 37 The Rotation

of Life and Death The twilight bells and whistles

that represent the alternation of day and night echoed faintly through the deep, damp ramps and shafts, faintly echoing in the dark and cramped sewers, and the signal of the approaching night made the cultists hiding in the abandoned lounge even more frustrated.

One of them was seriously ill, seriously ill for unknown reasons, and now he was going to die—in this dimly lit underworld.

"He's still alive now......" a cultist said hesitantly, he glanced at the "compatriot" lying on the ground, and saw that the other person's eyes were half open and half closed, his eyeballs were slowly turning in his eye sockets, the unlucky guy could still hear the movement around him, but he didn't have enough strength to open his eyes.

"It's only alive now," another cultist said in a low voice, "the twilight bell has already ringed, he can't die in this room - the Lord's protection will bless him to get a good sleep in the darkness."

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 bitten his shadow tightly, and for now, it seemed that his dear "fellow suns" had already considered moving this "hidden danger" out of the shelter before real death came.

The

extremely oppressive silence enveloped the room, so much so that the faint breathing of the dying people turned into a clearly audible sound, and after an unknown amount of dead silence, the black-robed person who had cursed the Storm Church before suddenly broke the silence: "Wait a little longer, at least...... When a person first swallows his breath, it does not change immediately. ”

“…… Then wait a little longer," the black-robed cultist in a low voice let go, he glanced at the man who was gasping for breath, and couldn't help but mutter, "Why did he suddenly get sick? Are you sure this is just a normal illness?"

"I know him...... He opened an antique shop in the downtown area that was about to close, and the shops were all fakes," said a believer next to him who had never spoken much, "He was sick and his health had never improved, probably because he had been in the sewer for too long, and he was frightened before, which caused his condition to worsen."

Listening to the explanation of the person next to him, the black-robed cultist with a low voice finally relaxed a little - although he was not a noble "priest", but he had also converted to the sun for many years, and now he was somewhat regarded as an "expert" who knew a lot of occult knowledge, he knew how many long-term and hidden dangers would remain after a failed sacrificial ceremony, and every believer who participated in that sacrificial ceremony could become a "carrier" of these hidden dangers, and now this person who suddenly fell into extreme weakness...... It is possible that it is 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 cultists around him watching, he would have thrown this unlucky guy into the vast darkness outside.

After being silent for a long time, the black-robed cultist suddenly made a move, he took out a pale gold talisman from his arms and stuffed it into the chest of the dying "compatriot".

"You are ......," a cultist next to him said curiously.

"This sacred talisman was obtained by me from the messenger at great cost," he said in a low voice, with sincerity, "may the grace of the Lord protect our siblings, and the brilliance of the sun may save him from further erosion in the darkness."

The two believers

next to him immediately did not suspect him, and looked at the seniors of the church who had "sent" the talisman with admiring eyes, they put their hands on their fists and whispered in a deep voice: "The people of the sun are all brothers and sisters......"

The man in the black robe with a low voice also put his hands on his fists and chanted in a low voice: "The people of the sun are all brothers and sisters." ”

……

After the sun completely dipped below sea level, the starless and moonless sky appeared in front of Duncan again, pale cracks spanning the sky, illuminating the boundless sea with a cold brilliance, as well as the Lost Homeland that was sailing on the sea.

Duncan stood near the aft deck, he retracted his gaze towards 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 brilliance.

But compared to the last time he saw this starless night, he was in a much better mood now.

On the one hand, he had accepted all the strangeness of this world and was actively adapting to today's life, and on the other hand, the fish today were really good.

He was a very optimistic person, and any small improvement in life was something he would be happy about—not to mention that there were more gifts from nature than he had imagined.

At this rate, even if he could not establish a stable connection with the land for a short time, he could at least improve the living conditions on this ship.

Thinking wildly, he turned his head to look at the pigeon standing on his shoulder, and said casually in a joking tone, "You say...... Would it be easier for me to do what a pirate captain should do?" For example, find a busy waterway to rob houses or something......"

The pigeon tilted its head, and its eyes didn't know where it was looking: "Is it like words, like words, like words......"

"Yes, this is not in line with my character," Duncan smiled, "And it's easy to say - at least you have to find a channel with merchant ship activities to rob houses."

The vast sea was empty, and the Lost Home didn't know how far away it had drifted to civilized society, since the last time it collided with the ship transporting the anomalous 099, he had never seen another ship appear in sight - he really wanted to rob and didn'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 Alice sitting on a very tall wooden board next to him, looking curiously at this side.

Under the glow of the pale scars of the sky, the Goth doll in a long court dress sits high on the ghost ship, her long mercury hair glowing with a cold sheen in the night, she sits dignified, her eyes curious—this scene is like a classical and mysterious painting.

Duncan was a little surprised for a moment - after experiencing several "real trivia" of chickens and dogs, he almost forgot the elegant and mysterious impression that this doll lady had brought to him when she first lay in a wooden box, so much so that he was a little stunned when he saw Alice in a quiet state at this time.

Alice didn't know what the captain was thinking, she just asked again curiously: "Captain, are we going to rob?"

This sentence is more ruinous to her image.

Duncan glanced at the doll with a smile and tears: "Do you like robbery?

"No," Alice shook her head, "Sounds pretty boring."

"But you were 'robbed' by me on the ship." Duncan reminded her with a smile.

“…… Yes," Alice thought for a while, nodded and said, and then asked, "Then are we going to rob now?"

"No," Duncan waved his hand and walked unhurriedly to his captain's cabin, "I also find robbery quite boring—a walk is more suitable as an after-dinner exercise in comparison.

Duncan returned to the captain's cabin, and after briefly instructing the goat head to take the helm, he entered the dormitory as last time and closed the door.

He had already decided to walk in the spirit world for the second time tonight.

But unlike last time, this time he had to test this ability through the pigeon "Ai".

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

Feeling the vague connection between Ai 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 to use the spiritual fire in his hand to communicate with Ai -

the

invisible green flame turned into a thin thread and wrapped around Ai's wings, the next second, This white dove was suddenly wrapped in flames!

In the flames, the dove's feathers turned into illusory forms, the rising green fire seemed to reshape its flesh and bones, Ai raised its wings in the flames, and the brass compass hanging from its chest "snapped" open—the dial depicting the many occult runes flickered, and the hand in the center pointed straight into the distance after a frantic spin.

The

surrounding scene collapsed and scattered, and a familiar dark space appeared in Duncan's eyes, followed by those familiar light streams and countless "lights" dotted with stars.

Duncan followed the feelings in his heart and looked at the starlight, looking for the next suitable "target".

Suddenly, he was attracted by one of the clusters of starlight.

He didn't know if this was the "Captain Duncan's intuition" that Goathead always muttered, but he decided to follow this feeling - no matter who was behind the starlight, now, he was destined to be with Captain Duncan.

……

In the abandoned sewers on the edge of the city state of Prade, the few Sun God cultists who had narrowly escaped from the Church Guardians were silent in silence.

The above-ground world had plunged into a deep night, and the underground world was sheltered by only a faint light protecting the abandoned room.

Even the most ferocious and inhumane cultists will feel nervous and terrified in this approaching darkness.

The rags next to it were laid out, and the dying man was about to exhale his last breath.

Listening to the gradually low and difficult gasp, several pairs of eyes looked at the dying person in unison.

They stared at the "compatriots" on the floor, and everyone knew very well that this person would indeed not survive this night.

In this way, under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, the man on the floor raised and lowered his chest for the last time - he exhaled the last breath of his life.

"May the sun continue to shine on your soul in the darkness," the black-robed cultist with a low voice said slowly, and then waved his hand, "...... him"

The next second, his words were suddenly choked back.

In front of his eyes, the corpse with its eyes closed began to breathe again.