The existence behind you is like a cold rock, without movement or breathing.
Holding the holster of Salvation with your right hand, the other hand reaches behind you.
Cold and rough to the touch, without any ups and downs, like a dead thing.
It is just a gray rock standing under the wooden house, and its shape cannot be reminiscent of any monster.
Lu Li looked at the wooden steps again. Because of his previous caution, the presence in front of the door was not disturbed. However, he felt something strange.
There was no knock on the door for a while.
Lu Li stretched out his hand to pluck a stone from the rock and threw it into the wooden house through the open window above.
Gululu——
The sound of rolling stones could be heard on the floor overhead, and along with the movement in the wooden house, there was a slight change in the presence in front of the door.
Squeak - sand -
The same sound as when Lu Li pushed open the wooden door sounded.
Crunch - crunch -
The floor made a grinding creaking sound as the presence moved around.
The being entered the cabin.
After a slight hesitation, Lu Li under the floor lowered the light of the oil lamp so that it could barely illuminate his surroundings. He lowered his head to pay attention to the gravel under his feet and prepared to stay away from the wooden house.
A small piece of blood-congealed gravel attracted Lu Li's gaze. After a brief pause, Lu Li turned his head and looked around.
He saw blood extending from under the wooden house towards the coastline, gradually becoming invisible. A dozen meters away in the direction the blood was pointing, a wooden boat was upside down on the beach.
There is a conspicuous drag mark next to the wooden boat, extending into the sea.
Lu Li seemed to see Richard dragging the wooden boat into the shallow water a few minutes ago, clumsily flipping onto the wooden boat, grabbing the oars and sailing into the boundless, dark sea.
Looking up at the gap between the wooden boards, Lu Li slowly backed away from the wooden house, avoiding the window, and approached the upside-down wooden boat.
The being that exuded a strong fishy smell was still stuck in the wooden house. Lu Li had enough time to overturn the wooden boat and push it into the shallow sea.
After turning over the small wooden boat, Lu Li took off his shoes and threw them into the boat. He rolled up his trousers and pushed the wooden boat closer to the coastline.
The cold tide surged in, wrapped around the ankles, and took away a trace of warmth as it receded.
When we reached the shallow water where our calves were submerged, the wooden boat completely floated.
The tide that covered his knees receded. Lu Li looked at the deep sea and hesitated for the first time.
Do we really want to leave the dark coast and sail into the deep underground sea?
Is it worth putting yourself in danger to deal with the bloody tentacles?
Lu Li didn't know where the wooden boat would take him after he left. Is it Richard's trace, the truth, or the place where his life ends?
But Richard knew that this was why he came, so he took the wooden boat into the deep sea without hesitation.
Or maybe the wooden boat was just a trap, and Richard was just pretending to go to sea. Maybe there was an unowned wooden boat stranded in front of the tide just a few hundred meters away on the coastline.
Maybe he felt Lu Li's hesitation, or maybe Lu Li stared at the deep sea for too long. An indescribable and obscure consciousness, like invisible tentacles that could not be seen, gently wrapped around Lu Li.
In the deep sea, some indescribable existence was calling Lu Li.
That consciousness, that existence, tried to contain all its malice as much as possible, otherwise Lu Li might go crazy because of the trace of malice emanating from that unconcealed consciousness.
Lu Li thought about the "body of an ancient god". Was it the so-called "ancient god" who called him?
In any case, with the guidance of the call, Lu Li didn't seem to have to worry about getting lost in the dark and deep sea.
He is not entirely at a disadvantage, at least in one aspect, he and Richard are on the same starting line.
"Ownership of the Ancient God's Body" Part 1.
Suddenly, a hoarse and sharp scream, like the noise of a damaged record player, sounded from the beach.
Lu Li retracted his gaze towards the deep sea and looked in the direction of the wooden house where the sound came from——
A figure stands in a place where the tide cannot reach. It looks like a human, but every detail is completely different from humans.
Its head is like the head of the most ferocious piranha, and its dark green body is similar to that of a human, but its palms and soles are webbed only for fish.
The gills on the cheeks, the bulging and wide-open eyes, the eyes that cannot be closed, and the slippery body and scales all imply that this creature lives in sea water.
The ferocious head of this fish-man shows human emotions that are usually seen by humans. Lying on the beach, it looks like a frog, more like a praying believer.
The murlocs obviously possess some intelligence, and it's possible that the group even has a language.
Lu Li realized something, looked down at the wooden boat that would not float away, and suddenly walked toward the fishman in the water.
At first, the fish-man did not change, but when Lu Li approached it within ten meters, it suddenly got up uneasily, let out a low roar and backed away.
Lu Li stopped and the fishman stopped retreating and knelt down on the beach again.
It seemed that it didn't want Lu Li to get too close.
Looking at the fish-man whose head was buried deep in the sand, Lu Li continued to walk towards it.
The fishman got up and retreated, and screamed again, but this time the sound was sharp and clear, full of fear and irritability.
It had a contradictory awe and fear of Lu Li, but also had a hint of natural hostility towards humans.
Realizing that getting closer to it might cause it to lose control and attack him, Lu Li stopped forcing the murloc and took a deep look at it, then turned and walked towards the wooden boat.
Behind him, the fishman lay on the beach and murmured in a unique language. Lu Li stepped onto the wooden boat without hesitation.
As if it were alive, the wooden boat floating in the shallow sea automatically set sail and headed for the boundless deep underground sea.
…
Lu Li still hasn't appeared.
The flames completely enveloped the lunatic asylum. Fortunately, the plants had stopped growing and the fire was difficult to spread outward. Only a few dead trees that were too close to the lunatic asylum were ignited by the high temperature.
In front of the woodshed, Anna waited anxiously for Lu Li's return.
At the same time, a trace of doubt emerged in my mind.
Nearly half an hour has passed since the black smoke first rose, but the police officers have never appeared.
Watchtown is only a few miles away from the Lunatic Asylum. Even if those who come are on foot, they should have arrived long ago...
…
Watchtown.
Since the immigration boom from the Lennon Islands, this small town on the back of Belfast has no longer been peaceful.
The hustle and bustle has become the epitome of this place, and thousands of guests from all over the world pass through and stay in the town every day.
This has brought considerable benefits to local residents - in an increasingly harsh environment, nothing is more reassuring than a shilling in your pocket.
But at this time, what was surging in Watchtown was not hustle and bustle, but chaos and restlessness.
People gathered on the streets and stared at the top of Sugard Mountain.
What they were looking at was not the aristocratic manor that seemed to be vaguely visible at the top of the mountain, but the running and screaming crowd that emerged from the other side of the mountain.
They are like an ant colony that has been washed away and becomes homeless.
Under this scene, the thick smoke rising several miles away became insignificant.
On the street, a woodcutter's hand holding an ax became trembling, and terrible speculation oppressed his nerves, murmuring: "Why...what happened...what happened to Belfast..."
