The corpse was breathing, as if it was wandering around the edge of the realm of death before returning to the human world.
The black-robed cultists in the room stared at this scene blankly. Some of them didn't even realize that the man in front of them had actually "died" just now, because this moment of life and death was so short that they couldn't even distinguish it unless they paid close attention.
Without coming out, they just felt that the breath of the dying "comatriot" in front of them suddenly became steady and powerful for some reason, which was particularly surprising.
The next second, the man lying on the ground opened his eyes.
He seemed to have been in the dark for so long that the insufficiently bright oil lamp in the room made him feel dazzled. He blinked his eyes to adapt to the light, and then slowly moved his eyes, as if he had just noticed the three people gathered around him.
Man in black robe.
"Thank you Lord for your blessing!" A younger black-robed cultist finally reacted and couldn't help but praise excitedly, "You survived! I thought you would..."
"Wait! No! Back up!" The cultist with a deep voice suddenly reacted. He stopped the others' movements, and at the same time stared at the man who had just woken up with vigilant eyes, and stepped back.
While saying in a threatening tone, "His breathing has completely stopped just now. I definitely saw it right... something is not right!"
Duncan finally adapted to the surrounding environment, and the tinnitus-like noise gradually faded from his mind. He saw the figures surrounding him clearly, and the first reaction in his heart was - why is it that these people are still there when he opens his eyes?
Or in the sewer?
Walking in the spirit world should be random, and he was completely following his intuition when choosing a target, but he didn't expect that he would land among these cultists twice when he opened his eyes. What kind of bad fate is this?
But then, he noticed something was wrong from the reactions of those around him, and the next second, he noticed the black robe on his body.
Duncan was silent for two seconds, and his heart suddenly dawned.
In the last round, he was a sacrifice sacrificed by a cultist, and then he closed and opened his eyes. Now he is a "cultist".
He really has a connection with these people.
"...something's not quite right!"
At this moment, a low voice full of hostility suddenly interrupted Duncan's confused state of mind after "waking up". He followed the sound and immediately encountered a cold and alert gaze.
The owner of that line of sight was looking at him coldly, and beside him, the other two black-robed cultists also reacted belatedly and stepped back in a defensive posture.
Duncan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he might be possessed by a corpse just like last time.
I am committing suicide in front of these cultists!
After understanding the situation in front of him, the nervous reactions of these cultists became logical. Duncan's mind started to work rapidly. He felt that the numbness and sluggishness remaining in this body had not completely dissipated, and now it was extremely difficult to move.
It seemed not easy to do things under the noses of several cultists. He had to think of ways to stabilize these people first - and just as he was quickly thinking of a way out, a few fragmented and vague memories suddenly appeared in his mind.
Emerge!
In that fragmented and fuzzy memory, he suddenly "recalled" many fragments of experiences that did not belong to him - he remembered that "he" was hiding in the sewer, he remembered that "he" dedicated the family's money to the messenger of the sun, he remembered that
In order to cure the disease, "I" participated in those dark, crazy, bloody and sinful rituals, drinking the blood of innocent people in exchange for the "blessing of the sun"...
At the end of a series of messy memories, he "saw" the scene of the sacrificial ceremony again. He saw many people wearing black robes like himself standing next to the high platform, and a young sacrifice was pushed onto the high platform.
The young sacrifice had a stiff and strange expression, which plunged the entire ceremony into chaos...
He saw the heart of the "Messenger of the Sun" being sacrificed, everyone around the altar went crazy, believers were killing each other, raging flames overflowed from the sun totem, and angry roars and nihilistic murmurs filled the assembly.
field, and the original owner of his body and the last few remaining believers fled in panic...
Duncan didn't know how long he had been in a daze. Maybe it was only for a moment. The turbulent strange memories in his mind calmed down again. A sad and hateful life turned into a series of pale fragments, lying in his mind as if for people to read.
deep in my heart - like some kind of "nourishment".
This is the memory of the original owner of this body - although not much remains, there is no doubt about its origin.
Duncan blinked, this was a change that had not happened during his last "spiritual world walk".
Last time, he couldn't get any memory from the possessed corpse, and the "sacrifice"'s brain was just blank... Why is there such a change this time?
Is it because the body he occupied this time is still "fresh"? Or is it because the pigeon "Ai" has strengthened the power of the brass compass?
Duncan slowly sat up from the ground. He knew that no matter what the reason behind this change was, now was not a good time to be in a daze. Those nervous cultists had obviously realized that something was wrong with their "resurrection from the dead" process.
.
As Duncan stood up, the three cultists immediately took half a step back. Then the man in black robe with a deep voice put his hand on his waist and broke the silence: "Don't move yet - tell me,
May I have your name?"
"...Ron," Duncan recalled briefly, and then quite naturally said the name he just learned from memory, "Ron Strain."
"His name is Ron." A young black-robed cultist opposite immediately lowered his voice and said to the deep-voiced black-robed man who was vaguely the leader of the three.
However, the man in black robe did not relax his vigilance at all. He just continued to stare at Duncan, and then suddenly recited in a strange syllable tone: "In the name of the sun, may the glory of the Lord shine. In the name of the sun,
May the Lord’s blessings come!”
Listening to the sudden movement of the cultist opposite, Duncan was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a burning sensation in his chest. He subconsciously reached out and took out the hot thing under his clothes, only to see that it was a gold
Yellow sun talisman—waves of strange heat are coming from the surface of the talisman!
The next second, the talisman suddenly burst into flames. The flames seemed to be full of malice and rushed towards Duncan's heart!
"The glory of the Lord is backlashing him!" Seeing this scene, the cultist who had just chanted the prayer reacted instantly. He pulled out the dagger from his waist and shouted at the same time, "His soul has been replaced! Kill him.
This heretic filth!"
The movements of the other two cultists were obviously a little slower, but they also reacted immediately. Those who thought Duncan was a "comatriot" a moment ago did not hesitate to draw out the daggers and daggers they carried with them, and fiercely fired with murderous intent.
He rushed over and shouted loudly: "Kill him!!"
Duncan held the flaming sun amulet in his hand and watched three figures swooping towards him. The next second, another shadow suddenly appeared at the edge of his sight!
A ghostly undead bird with green flames burning all over its body tore through the air, carrying an icy stream of flames across the roof. It made a weird shriek, and scattered invisible ashes and ash as its wings flapped.
Feather fragments.
The three cultists were naturally attracted by this "undead bird". They subconsciously raised their heads and glanced at "Ai" who had transformed into a spirit form.
The next moment, all of their movements slowed down, as if their connection with the real world suddenly became distant and slow. The figures of the three men in black robes were pulled out in mid-air like a frame-by-frame animation.
Seeing the overlapping afterimages, they slowly landed on the ground with ridiculously slow movements, and finally came to a complete standstill less than two meters away from Duncan.
With great horror in their eyes, they watched the undead bird circle on the ceiling and then land on the black-robed "comatriot" opposite. They saw that the sun amulet in the man's hand was still burning, but next
In one second, those burning flames turned into a faint green color, taking on the same shape as the flames on the "Undead Bird".
Duncan squeezed the sun amulet in his hand, and the green spiritual fire wrapped around the surface of the amulet. The flames spurting from the amulet circled half a circle in front of him, and then calmly stopped like a pet.
Come down and slowly hover on his arm like a flattering gesture.
Holding the sun amulet that had been completely occupied and transformed, he walked slowly to the three cultists. He looked into the horrified eyes of the other cultists and couldn't help but feel regretful in his tone: "You have to pretend that you don't know what to do.
How nice.”
The next second, the figures of the three cultists suddenly flashed violently in mid-air for several times, and then disappeared.
Covered in green fire, the skeleton-like "undead bird" jumped twice on Duncan's shoulders. Amidst the crackling sound of the flames, it made a sharp and hoarse cry: "Oh, the page is gone. Try refreshing it?"
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