One hundred and nineteen. The resting place of Cape Storm
The wooden bridge connecting the stone pillars is like a plank road on the cliff, swaying in the sea breeze.
Lu Li, who was walking on the wooden bridge holding an oil lamp, was like part of a thick and deep oil painting, half of the outline blending into the darkness.
Lu Li did not lose his way in the darkness. The wooden sign standing in front of each wooden bridge wrote where it leads.
[Resting Place of Stormhorn]
After stepping onto the last wooden bridge, Lu Li arrived at the westernmost point of Shizhu Island. The flames of the oil lamps limitedly illuminated the surroundings, but he seemed to feel that countless tombstones stood silently in the darkness.
Some distance along the path, Lu Li met Carolina lying in a shallow pit.
Blood flowed from the wrist that had been scratched several times and seeped into the dark soil. The other hand was holding a sharp piece of iron.
There was no murderer, she committed suicide.
The old man's chest rose and fell slightly, but he was not dead yet. Lu Li squatted beside him, and Annie, who was covered with dim light, stretched out the branches behind him.
The dying old man opened his eyes, which were cloudy and out of focus under the firelight: "It's you, my child...thank you...thank you..."
The tree whisperer could not save the dying person. The old man who had returned to his former glory left only a word and a smile, coming and going in the soil.
And whether she finally had a hallucination or recognized Lu Li was buried in secret.
Lu Li looked at the stone slab used as a shovel next to the shallow pit. Before he wanted to do anything, several oil lamps lined up in a row slowly approached.
"Dear guest, our Lord hopes to invite you to be our guest..."
Pagans surrounded him, and Lu Li, who was hiding his whereabouts, was eventually noticed by the Stormhorn God because he leaked his aura.
But Lu Li and the Stormhorn Spirit are not enemies.
At least not now.
"Can you bury her here?"
"Follow the guest's instructions."
The two pagans stayed behind, and Lu Li followed the other pagans to leave the resting place.
A sloping-roofed church covered with fluorite gradually emerged from the darkness. It almost occupies the entire stone pillar, like a castle on a steep cliff.
Lu Li walked into the dimly lit church with candlelight. The believers knelt on both sides of the red carpet and prayed devoutly, as if to welcome Lu Li, forming a red carpet passage leading to the podium.
The gathered prayers echoed in his ears, like a hypnosis that gradually made Lu Li tired. When the sleepiness of wanting to sleep for a long time emerged, Lu Li held the dreamer away.
The strange and bizarre light group dimmed the surroundings, isolating the power of prayer from outside.
Lu Li's eyes, which were drooped due to sleepiness, were raised again and fell towards the empty podium at the end of the auditorium, as if he was looking into the eyes of some kind of being that could not be looked directly at.
The Swamp Mother invades the dreamland and requires a lot of power. Lu Li doesn't think the Stormhorn Spirit can do it.
Some kind of existence came here, and the believers prayed even more grandly, but Lu Li, who had been living with the alien gods day and night, was no longer afraid of the aura.
"I have no intention of becoming your disciple."
Obscure consciousness entangled in the dream, releasing emotions of longing mixed with incomprehension. He hoped that Lu Li could believe in Him, and He would grant him beauty and strength.
He obviously knew nothing about the Land of Light.
Lu Li gave up explaining and took out the Crown of Thorns from his stomach pouch. He scratched it with his fingers and saw the blood soaked into the spikes.
The consciousness of the mother of the swamp thousands of miles away was awakened, the invisible wind whimpered and surged in the church, and the candlelight was extinguished in pieces.
"I feel the breath of a strange evil god..."
"He is the spirit of Cape Storm, and he wants me to become a believer."
"What do you want to do..."
"A gentle refusal is best to make Him our ally."
In any case, the Stormhorn gods protect humans and have natural ally potential. As long as the misunderstanding is resolved.
The surviving candlelight regained its stability, and ineffable consciousness communicated in incomprehensible forms.
"He is hesitating." Swamp Mother told Lu Li.
"I can maintain it until I leave the area of the Storm Cape." Lu Li didn't have much time to waste, adding weight to the swinging scales: "Rather than becoming an enemy after I leave, it is more beneficial to the Storm Cape to ally with the Land of Light and get help.
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Lu Li took out the sunshine box, and the light poured out as the lid of the box was opened. The believers' prayers paused briefly, and they bathed in the sunshine in shock and trembling.
"He asked: What is the price?"
"Shelter more humans." Lu Li replied.
"He promised." Swamp Mother's reply came as expected.
Protecting the people is what every town of gods must do, and maintaining believers is like maintaining their power.
However, because there was no contract binding both parties, the fragile alliance could be broken at any time. Lu Li only restrained himself and returned to the dreamer after leaving the stone pillar of the church, and planned not to stay at the stone pillar again.
Lu Li, who originally chose the Stone Pillar Hotel because he could not trust the surrounding hotels, seemed to have fallen into a trap.
The confrontation consumes about 0.3 points of humanity, which can be replenished quickly for Lu Li, but for other controllers, 0.3 points are enough to drag them into an abyss of eternal destruction.
In any case, the result cannot be considered bad. As long as the Stormhorn God is a little far-sighted and does not only care about immediate interests, allies of the Land of Light can already be added to this place.
The Swamp Mother, who was aware of the situation, was also optimistic about the outcome: "Lu Li, you don't know your own charm. No one can resist its attraction."
"As the shilling was to Hades?"
"I prefer the metaphor of gems and women."
Lu Li did not return to the hotel. He gave up the useless items in his bag to disguise his identity, and went straight to the outskirts, where he stayed in a hotel.
It wasn't long before a noise caught his attention: a convoy was arriving at Storm Point.
Lu Li glanced at the motorcade in front of the window and saw an outline of bandages. He also saw Lu Li.
Knock knock knock
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door in the hallway where footsteps kept coming.
The leader of the Pulisi convoy visits, Bastos, his thin monkey slave, and the bandaged silhouette seen ahead.
"You once rescued me, who was as humble as dust, in the wilderness, and left the horse to me." The bandaged man spoke hoarsely with respect and excitement.
Lu Li remembered him as a man who was bled and left in the wilderness as a "meat pig".
"Can you rush on your way under such circumstances?" Lu Li didn't ask them why they were visiting and went straight to the point.
"Don't underestimate the Priscilla team." Bastos, with his arms crossed, grinned ferociously.
Maybe they have a curse on the title holder or are friendly with weird tribes along the way.
"Send me to the plant habitat, as soon as possible."
The bandaged man replied respectfully: "You can leave now."
"You are depriving your master of his benefits!"
The skinny monkey servant pointed at the bandaged man and screamed, but Bastos stopped him: "Okay."
Before leaving, Lu Li called the Swamp Mother again and asked her to bring the Storm Cultists: "The eyes in the wooden box can summon merchants. Whatever you need or sell, you can give it to it."
In addition to the merchant's eyes, the sunshine box was given to the Church of Storms as a gift: nothing represents beauty more than sunshine.
The Church of Storms' gift in return is a horn that possesses the power of the Storm God.
As the Mother of the Swamp said, no one can resist Lu Li's charm.
Bastos also witnessed the unusual relationship between Lu Li and Storm Point.