In the pale light cast by the creation of the world, the translucent sail of the spirit body drummed without wind, and the huge and complex mast and cable system made creaking sounds as if controlled by countless pairs of invisible hands.
And adjusted the angle flexibly, Duncan felt the hull of the ship under his feet shaking slightly.
Moving, tilting, and pointing the bow of the ship in a certain direction in the boundless sea, the sound of fine waves hitting the hull was mixed with the "perception signal" sent back by the Lost Home itself, echoing softly in the depths of his mind.
For some reason, at the moment the ship turned its course, he seemed to suddenly feel that the atmosphere on the ship had quietly changed. It was obvious that the scenery all around was exactly the same, but... he seemed to hear the ship making a sound of satisfaction.
sigh.
Duncan left the captain's cabin and strolled to the deck. He raised his head in the night and stared at the bulging sails and towering masts. Then he stretched out his hand and lightly knocked on a railing passing by, thoughtfully.
"Are you bored of drifting aimlessly?" he said.
The Lost Home did not speak, only a slight creaking sound came from below the deck, and several cables nearby made an angry rustling sound, wandering over like snakes, dangling around Duncan.
...This is not cute, it's even a bit scary." Duncan glanced at the cables, "That's how you scared Alice last time, right?"
The cable swayed twice and slipped away quickly.
Duncan took a gentle breath and prepared to enjoy the refreshing night breeze on the sea, but suddenly, a distant "touch" suddenly appeared in his consciousness.
He didn't realize what it was at first, but then he realized that the touch came from the city-state of Puland.
In the city-state of Pland, Duncan, who was on the second floor of the antique shop, suddenly blinked his eyes, and then immediately looked in a certain direction - that was Nina's room next door.
In his field of vision, there was a cluster of green flames beating rapidly in the room - but it was not Nina, but the mark left on Shirley.
The cluster of flames sensed the growth of extraordinary power and sensed that the host's emotions were fluctuating abnormally.
What happened to Shirley?!
Duncan didn't hesitate much, got up and rushed out of the room to Nina's bedroom door. He knocked lightly on the door, but there was no movement inside.
He was a little hesitant at this time, but the next second, he felt the mark left on Shirley's body beating again.
You can't think too much at this time - Duncan opened Nina's door.
Just like when she was a child, Nina always had the habit of leaving the door unlocked when she went to bed.
The bedroom was dark, with only the dim light from the street lamp shining in from the window illuminating the outline of things in the room. As far as he could see, Duncan did not see anything abnormal.
Shirley and Nina were sleeping quietly on the bed, with one's head facing the end of the bed and the other lying on the other's belly.
.......The sleeping posture is very artistic.
Of course, Duncan was not interested in paying attention to the sleeping posture of the two girls. At this time, he had noticed that Shirley's brows were frowning, and on her arm, which was usually used to summon dogs and symbiosis with chains, there were subtle black lines.
Wander slowly and try to use the special properties of spiritual fire to find the source of "erosion" in the room.
Duncan frowned slightly, and then activated the mark left on Shirley.
In his view, Shirley's current state, coupled with the warning of the mark, was undoubtedly a sign that the extraordinary power was eroding.
A tiny green flame rose up next to Shirley, and the green flame illuminated the surrounding area. However, the flame flickered a few times, and finally stayed in place.
There is no erosion in the room.
Duncan frowned. He moved closer and observed Shirley's tightly furrowed brows.
Because he is not sure how much influence the spiritual fire will have on living people, he cannot directly release a large area of flame to "scan" the entire room like he did in the factory, but even a little spark of the spiritual fire should have an impact on the living people.
Reacting to unfamiliar supernatural forces.
Erosion...isn't in the real world? On the spiritual level? Or something else?
Duncan was thoughtful, and then he seemed to think of something, so he stood up and quietly exited the room. After closing the door and returning to his bedroom, he saw the pigeon spirit napping on the windowsill.
"Walking in the spirit world."
Amid a series of "gurgling" protests after Ai was woken up, Duncan once again entered the dark space filled with endless starlight. Then he calmed down and sensed his surroundings just like he sensed the White Oak and Vanna before.
The starlight belongs to its own "imprint".
This was not difficult, because the mark was left intentionally by himself, and was far clearer and more stable than the "spark" on Vanna's body. Duncan almost instantly locked onto the starlight belonging to Shirley...
Shirley opened her eyes in the darkness and found that she was sleeping on a familiar yet unfamiliar little bed.
She sat up in the dark, her mind sluggish for a long time before she regained consciousness. She looked around confusedly, and finally made out the outlines of some things in the darkness.
Some familiar and distant memories gradually came to life. After seeing the scene around her clearly, Shirley finally opened her eyes suddenly.
The next second, she suddenly jumped off the bed, and at the same time let out a series of extremely angry curses, even so angry that she was shaking a little, and the trembling seemed to reveal fear and nervousness: "Damn, damn, damn...! Fuck, it's so dry again,
It’s this again! It’s my X! "
A series of loud curses broke the tranquility in the darkness. The curses were not the familiar voices of Shirley, but a younger, more immature voice that only existed in memories. She jumped to the ground and saw that her hands and feet had also changed.
She was as thin and childish as she remembered. She was wearing a light pink pajamas, which were exactly the same as in her memory. The damaged cuffs still had the familiar puppy patched up with unfamiliar techniques.
"The other person is tormenting me so much! Stop tossing me so much!"
Shirley roared in the dark room. She rushed towards the closed door, punching and kicking to break the mottled wooden board. However, the door remained motionless like reinforced concrete. She hit it with her head.
She bit the handle of the door with her teeth again, but this was completely a venting move that was completely meaningless. She could only hit it with her small body, letting time pass during the collision, and letting the light pour in from the nearby window.
There was a little bit of morning light, and the sound she least wanted to hear in the early morning came from outside the door.
She heard someone getting up in the next room, the sound of footsteps and the sound of packing things.
She heard one of the footsteps approaching the door, and a very gentle and familiar voice spoke softly: "Shirley, Shirley? Are you up? Are you still angry?"
Shirley's movement of hitting the door suddenly stopped. As if her strength had been drained, she leaned against the wooden door and pressed against the door panel with all her strength. She didn't want to listen anymore, but she greedily listened to the sound coming from outside the door.
movement.
"Shirley, my dad and I went to buy you a cake. Today is your birthday... When we come back, you won't be angry, okay?"
"Don't go..." Shirley suddenly made a sound. At first it was just a small murmur, but soon, the murmur turned into a shout, "Don't go... Don't go! Don't go! Don't go.
!”
She finally started crying. Even though she knew it was useless, she still shouted loudly: "Don't go! Don't go out! Don't go out! Damn it! Don't go out!"
However, time still moved forward to the next second, just like the memory engraved in my mind could not be turned back, and the footsteps outside the door faded away.
The sound of picking up a handbag, the distant and vague sounds of parents talking, the doorknob turning, opening and closing, the key turning once, and then half a turn.
Shirley slowly sat down in the darkness and began to count her heartbeat.
When the heartbeat reached the 1,200th beat, screams of fire came from afar.
When the heartbeat reached the 1,600th beat, the acrid smell of smoke and choking smoke began to seep through the cracks in the door.
When the heartbeat reached the 1,800th beat, the streets were already filled with frantic shouting, and dazzling red light filled the windows, as if the entire city-state had been plunged into molten magma.
When my heart beat to the 2,000th beat, a heavy muffled sound came from the direction of the door - the door was broken, as if some giant beast was walking in step by step with heavy steps, approaching the locked door step by step.
Room.
Then, the door of the room finally fell down - the wooden door that Shirley could not open with all her strength was shattered like shreds of paper. A terrifying creature appeared there, which was a huge black devil dog.
It is a nightmare made up of twisted bones, shadows, smoke and hot ash. This demon from the deep is almost a giant to a child of only six years old, and now, its empty blood-colored eye sockets have captured the room.
"living things".
Shirley calmly stared at the demon dog that appeared in front of her.
This was a ghostly hound—but not her dog yet.
Not the Agou who has a "heart", not the Agou who would rummage through the trash cans to find food to feed himself, not the Agou who would try his best to tell lame jokes to amuse himself, but in the end he would only teach himself a bunch of swear words.
.
The Dark Hound stepped into the room.
The sound of chewing flesh and bones was heard.
Shirley was lying on the floor, feeling her limbs being devoured by the devil dog. The excruciating pain was filling her mind slowly and numbly after eleven years of memory. She continued to count her heartbeats.
Counting how long it will take for Agou to be his Agou, and also calculating how long he will stay here - according to past experience, is it a week? Or two weeks?
Her consciousness gradually became blurred. Even in this dark dream, the distant, dull and numb pain finally gradually caught up with her. In her increasingly blurred vision, she suddenly saw the bed not far away.
Above, in the deepest shadows of darkness, a figure appeared out of nowhere.
That figure didn't seem to appear suddenly, he seemed to have been there from the beginning to the end. Starting from this dream, from every dream, Shirley didn't know why she came up with this amazing idea - even eleven years ago
It was there before.
He was sitting there, but it was only now that she discovered the existence of this figure for the first time. It was as if the long-lasting fog suddenly broke, allowing her to see the existence behind the fog.
A faint green fire appeared out of nowhere, illuminating the figure's face. It was gloomy and majestic - Shirley had never seen this face before, but she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.