The dusk bells and whistles that represent the alternation between day and night passed through the deep and damp ramps and shafts, echoing faintly in this dark and cramped sewer. This signal that night was approaching made the cultists hiding in the abandoned lounge
They became even more frustrated.
One of them had become seriously ill, a serious illness of unknown origin, and now he was going to die - in this dimly lit underground world.
"He is still alive now..." a cultist said hesitantly. He glanced at the "comatriot" lying on the ground and saw that the other person's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and the eyeballs were slowly rotating in the eye sockets. This unlucky guy
The guy could still hear the movement around him, but he didn't have enough strength to open his eyes.
"He is only alive now," another cultist said in a low voice. "The dusk bell has already sounded. He cannot die in this room - the Lord's protection will allow him to sleep peacefully in the darkness."
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 bitten his shadow tightly, and from the current point of view, his dear "suns"
The compatriots are already considering moving this "hidden danger" out of the shelter before the real death comes.
An extremely oppressive silence enveloped the room, so that the faint breathing of the dying man became a clearly audible sound. After an unknown period of silence, the black-robed man who had previously cursed the Church of Storms suddenly broke the silence: "Wait a little longer.
Just wait, at least... people will not change immediately after they die."
"...Then wait a little longer," the black-robed cultist with a deep voice relented. He glanced at the man who was breathing hard, and couldn't help but mutter, "But why did he suddenly become ill? Are you sure it's just
Is it a normal illness?”
"I know him... he runs an antique shop in Xiacheng District that is about to close down. The shop is full of fakes," a believer next to him who had never spoken much spoke. "He was originally sick and his health has never been good."
It's better, maybe he stayed in the sewer for too long and was frightened before, which made his condition worse."
Listening to the explanation of the person next to him, the black-robed cultist with a deep voice finally relaxed a little - although he is not a noble "priest", he has been a believer in the sun for many years, and now he is more or less an "expert" who knows a lot of mystical knowledge.
, he knows very well 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. Now this
A person who suddenly falls into extreme weakness...may be such a "carrier".
If it weren't for the constraint of "all citizens of the sun are brothers" and the fact that there were a few ruthless believers watching around him, 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 golden amulet from his arms and stuffed it into the chest of the dying "comatriot".
"What are you..." a believer next to him said curiously.
"I paid a great price for this sacred amulet in exchange for it from the messenger," he said in a low voice, with sincerity in his tone. "May the grace of the Lord protect our brothers and feet, and the brilliance of the sun may be able to protect them in the darkness."
from further erosion."
The two believers next to him immediately doubted his presence, and looked at the church senior who "sent" the amulet with admiration. They put their fists between their eyebrows and recited in a pious low voice: "All the people of the sun are brothers.
…”
The man in black robes with a deep voice also clenched his fists between his eyebrows and chanted in a low voice: "All the people of the sun are brothers."
…
After the sun completely fell below the sea level, the starless and moonless sky once again appeared in front of Duncan. A pale crack stretched across the sky, illuminating the Infinite Sea and the Homeless Ship sailing on the sea with a cold light.
Duncan stood near the stern deck. He looked away at the sky and sighed slightly.
No matter how many times he looked, he could never see the non-existent stars in the pale and cold light.
But compared to the last time he saw this starless night, he seemed to be in a much better mood now.
On the one hand, he has accepted all the weirdness of this world and is actively adapting to today's life. On the other hand, the fish today are really good.
He is a very optimistic person, and any small improvement in his life is worthy of happiness for him - not to mention that the gifts from nature are more than he imagined.
If he continues at this pace, even if he cannot establish stable contact with land in a short period of time, he can at least improve the living conditions on this ship.
In his wild thoughts, he turned to look at the pigeon standing on his shoulder, and said casually in a joking tone: "You think... would it be easier for me to do something that a pirate captain should do? For example, find a busy person.
The waterway is robbing homes and other things..."
Pigeon tilted his head, not knowing where his eyes were looking: "Is it true? Is it true? Is it true..."
"Yes, this is not in line with my personality," Duncan smiled, "and it's easy to say - to rob homes, you must at least find a channel with merchant ships."
The vast sea was empty, and the Lost Home had drifted to an unknown place far away from civilized society. Since the last time it collided with the ship transporting Anomaly 099, he had never seen another ship in sight.
——I really want to rob someone but I 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 looked around and saw Alice sitting on a high wooden board nearby, looking here curiously.
Under the glow of the pale scar in the sky, a Gothic doll wearing a palace dress sat high on the ghost ship. Her long mercury-like hair glowed with a cool luster in the night. She sat dignifiedly,
There was curiosity in his eyes - this scene actually looked like a classical and mysterious painting.
Duncan was a little surprised for a moment - after experiencing several "trivial things in reality" that made him jump all over the place, he had almost forgotten the elegant and mysterious feeling that the doll lady brought to him when she first lay in the wooden box.
He was so impressed that 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 quite damaging to her image.
Duncan looked at the doll dumbfounded: "Do you like robbing?"
"I don't like it," Alice shook her head, "it sounds boring."
"But you were 'robbed' and brought to the ship by me." Duncan reminded her with a smile.
"...That's right," Alice thought for a moment, nodded, and then asked again, "Then are we going to rob now?"
"No," Duncan waved his hand and walked slowly towards his captain's cabin, "I also think robbery is quite boring - in comparison, walking is more suitable as an after-dinner exercise."
Duncan returned to the captain's cabin. After briefly instructing the goat head to take charge of the helm, he entered the dormitory and closed the door as he did last time.
He has decided to go on his second spiritual walk tonight.
But the difference from last time is that this time he wants to test this ability through the pigeon "Ai".
A cluster of green sparks jumped at Duncan's fingertips, and at the moment the flames jumped, the dove that was originally strolling on the table disappeared in the blink of an eye, and formed a figure on his shoulder.
Feeling the vague connection between Ai 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 the spirit body in his hand.
Fire to communicate with Ai——
The invisible green flame turned into a thin thread and wrapped around Ai Yi's wings. The next second, the white dove was suddenly wrapped in flames!
As the flames burned, all the white 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 on its chest
Open it with a "snap" - the dial depicting many occult runes flickers with light, and the pointer in the center points straight into the distance after spinning crazily.
The surrounding scene disintegrated and scattered, and the familiar dark space appeared in Duncan's eyes, followed by those familiar streams of light and countless "lights".
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 the goat head always talked about, but he decided to follow this feeling - no matter who was behind the starlight, now, he was destined to Captain Duncan.
…
In the abandoned sewers on the edge of the city-state of Puland, the few Sun God cultists who luckily escaped from the church guards were silent in silence.
The world above has fallen into deep darkness, while in the underground world there is only a faint light protecting the abandoned room.???.
Even the most brutal and inhumane cultists will still feel nervous and frightened in the approaching darkness.
The rags nearby were spread on the ground, and the dying man was about to exhale his last breath.
Listening to the gradually deeper and harder breathing, several pairs of eyes looked at the dying man in unison.
They stared intently at their "comatriot" on the floor. Everyone knew very well that it was impossible for this person to survive the night.
Just like this, under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, the man on the floor rose and fell for the last time - he breathed his last breath.
"May the sun continue to shine on your soul in the darkness," the black-robed cultist with a deep voice said slowly next to him, and then waved his hand, "Bring him..."
The next second, his words were suddenly choked back.
In front of him, the corpse with eyes closed began to breathe again.
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Xia Yu is an ordinary homebody who travels to a parallel world with a very poor acg culture with the acg encyclopedia system, determined to spread acg culture throughout the world and let the flag of the second dimension be planted all over the world.
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