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Chapter 309 Agou’s violent reaction

In the room with the blue door, Duncan and his party were silent, and the twisted biological tissue adhered to the door panel was also silent for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Duncan suddenly broke the silence: "Is there anything else you need our help with?"

"I don't seem to have anything to regret," Christo's voice came, "I can't think of anything to ask for - kindhearted people, what can you do to help a soul who has been dead for many years?"

"Where is your family?" Fanna on the side couldn't help but ask.

"Family..." Christo obviously hesitated, as if some memories had just appeared in his twisted "body", "Oh, yes, family... my wife and daughter, they live in Hanshuang

, lives at the end of Hearth Street..."

Krystal muttered softly, his voice getting lower and lower, as if he was about to fall asleep, but suddenly he woke up again and his voice became clearer: "Ah, if you have a chance, you guys can go see them for me.

, it’s okay to send a message back, although they should already know what happened on the Obsidian.”

"Is there any special message you want to send?" Fanna asked.

This time, Christo thought for a long time. Just when Vanna thought he was about to fall asleep again, another voice suddenly came from the squirming biological tissue: "I can't believe that I can't even remember their names."

It's okay... just say good morning to them and tell them that I have no regrets or pain in leaving. That's it."

"We will convey it, if they still live at that address." Duncan nodded slightly, and at the same time, his eyes fell on the slightly squirming body of "Christo".

It was no illusion. The activity of this mass of biological tissue was gradually weakening. Christo's mind seemed to be leaving this body little by little, and a faint layer of gray was spreading along the edge of this mass of tissue.

All these changes may be related to the heart stopping deep in the Obsidian.

It's time to leave.

"We should go." Duncan said calmly.

"It's almost time..." Christo's voice became softer and muffled, but he could still hear it clearly, "Then I wish you good luck on your next voyage - just leave me here, the captain should

With his ship."

"...In fact, we will sink this ship before leaving," Duncan hesitated for two or three seconds, but decided to truthfully tell what would happen next, "Captain Christo, you should be able to guess,

The Obsidian is contaminated, and we cannot allow this ship to continue adrift on the vast ocean - it is a danger to ordinary sailors."

Christo was silent for a moment and then said softly: "Thank you, kindhearted person."

Duncan looked at the captain for a few seconds, nodded silently, and prepared to leave.

But just as he was about to cross the door, Christo's voice suddenly reached his ears again: "Are there any believers of Bartok, the God of Death, among you?"

"...I'm sorry, no," Fanna shook her head, "Why do you ask?"

"Ah, I just hope that a Death God believer can help me pray for my soul - after everything I have experienced, my soul is already unclean, and I must not be able to pass Bartok's door of life and death. If there is

If I send my soul to pray, maybe my soul can dissipate faster... But that’s fine if it doesn’t happen, things in the world are always difficult to satisfy people’s expectations, aren’t they?”

Vanna and Morris glanced at each other subconsciously. The latter hesitated briefly and couldn't help but speak: "We are the priests of the Goddess of Storm and the God of Wisdom. We will pray for you after we leave - although this is very difficult for the God of Death."

It may not be of much use to believers."

"I don't know about Bartok, the God of Death, but if what you said is the greatest wish of a Death God believer when he dies..." Duncan said, stepping forward and holding the palm that was attached to the door panel, "I hope

You got your wish."

"...Thank you, kind people."

The mass of squirming flesh finally stopped making sounds, its squirming gradually slowed down, and the gray-white color representing death had spread everywhere - he was not completely dead yet, but his last remaining vitality was no longer enough to support him in continuing the conversation.

Duncan silently nodded to the captain of the Obsidian and walked through the door.

The group of people left the captain's cabin of the Obsidian, walked through the topsy-turvy corridor, passed through the triple nested door, and returned to the deck of the ghost ship.

The sun sets in the west.

With a sound of flapping wings, the undead bird covered in flames flew from the direction of the Lost Home, hovering over Duncan and others.

Gloomy green flames rose from the Obsidian, then turned into a meteor and returned to the Lost Home not far away.

After a while, the Homeless slowly adjusted its position, the gun door baffles on the side of its hull rose one after another, and the black muzzles poked out of the firing holes.

Artillery fire roared, and fiery meteors fell like rain. Under the increasingly tilted and blood-red sunset, the Obsidian was enveloped in blazing green flames almost in the blink of an eye, and rapidly advanced in a series of spectacular burnings and explosions.

Water, disintegration, sinking.

This ghost ship, which had been completely eroded by extraordinary power, sank into the deep sea in a very short period of time, leaving only a few large and small whirlpools on the sea.

At the edge of the deck of the Lost Home, Duncan faced the setting sun, stared at the sinking direction of the Obsidian, and watched the ghost ship until the last moment.

It wasn't until the latter completely sank that he withdrew his gaze and glanced at Vanna and Maurice standing behind him.

“Sailing on the endless ocean is one of the most dangerous jobs in the world, and those ocean-going captains are in the most dangerous position,” Morris said with some emotion. “Almost half of the ocean-going captains will not die well - even if they are

Even if they live to retire and settle down on land, they will not be able to easily integrate into ordinary people's lives for various reasons. Most of them will suffer from curses and mental abnormalities, and will have auditory and visual hallucinations and even confused memories that will haunt them throughout their lives.

, my daughter Heidi... often deals with this kind of thing."

Duncan did not respond to the old scholar's lament.

After all, from the perspective of the world, the Lost Home and him as "Captain Duncan"... are actually one of many examples of "unhappy endings".

It's just that his "unable to end well" is too violent.

"How are Shirley and Agou doing?" Duncan suddenly asked.

"I just went to see them," Alice on the side immediately raised her hand, "Agou said that he is fine, and is now studying Nina's elementary school textbooks. Shirley said that Agou needs someone to take care of him, so she is in Agou.

The dog is taking a nap next to her."

"...A mysterious hound that pursues knowledge and its illiterate master?" Duncan's mouth trembled and he walked towards the cabin, "I'm going to see how they are doing."

He went straight to the cabin where Shirley and Agou shared. He knocked on the door, but found that the door was only ajar. When he pushed the door open and entered the room, he saw him sitting on his hind legs in front of the desk, holding hands in his front paws.

The dog who read this textbook on primary school vocabulary with great interest.

And the illiterate Shirley, who was sleeping in the bed behind the dog in the dark.

The corner of Duncan's mouth trembled. Although he had heard Alice say this just now, he still couldn't help but feel strange when he actually saw this unconventional scene. Agou also heard the movement at the door and raised his head and glanced: "

Oh, Captain, you...ahhhh!!!"

Before the greeting was even finished, the deep hound suddenly let out a roar like a cracking gong, and then the whole dog suddenly jumped up from the chair and almost jumped to the roof!

There was another clatter, and the black chain connecting Agou and Shirley tightened instantly. Shirley, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, was directly carried by Agou and flew into the air. There was a loud "boom" and then he hit hard.

on the wall next to it.

"Agou, you're crazy!" Shirley was so shocked that she jumped up and pounced on Agou as soon as she hit the ground, "Why are you suddenly..."

She finally noticed Duncan standing at the door, and also noticed Agou's frightened look.

"Agou, are you okay?"

Shirley and Duncan spoke almost at the same time.

"I'm fine, I'm fine...no, no, there's something wrong..." Agou didn't seem to have recovered yet, he was still trembling all over, his eyes kept wandering, as if he wanted to look in the direction of Duncan, but couldn't help his instinct.

He hesitated for a long time before saying, "Captain, are you carrying something... in your left pocket..."

"Something?" Duncan was startled, and then he realized what he was doing. He dug into his left pocket and pulled out a small metal box that had been used to store tobacco.

After opening the metal box, a strange piece of dark-colored "meat" about the size of a thumb came into everyone's sight.

"I, I, I...fuck!" Agou became even more nervous the moment he saw the thing, and rushed to the corner, "Where did this, this, this, this, where, where did this come from?!"

"The deepest part of the Obsidian," Duncan frowned, "Why did you react like this? From this thing..."

"Holy Lord Netherworld! The breath of Holy Lord Netherworld!" Agou's whole dog trembled as if the vibration mode was on, "This is the flesh and blood of Holy Lord Netherworld!"


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