Deep Sea Embers

The corpse was breathing, as if it had wandered around the edge of the realm of death before returning to the human world.

The black-robed believers in the room stared blankly at this scene. Some of them didn't even realize that the man in front of them had actually "died" once just now, because the moment of life-and-death rotation was so short that they didn't pay close attention or even distinguish it. Not coming out, they just felt that the breath of the dying "compatriots" in front of them suddenly became stable and powerful for some reason, which made people extremely surprised.

The next second, the man lying on the ground opened his eyes.

He seemed to have been in the dark for too long, so that the oil lamp in the room was not bright enough to make him feel dazzling. He blinked his eyes to adapt to the light, and then slowly rolled his eyes, as if he had just noticed the three people gathered around him. The man in black.

"Thank you for the blessing of the Lord!" A younger black-robed believer finally came to his senses and couldn't help praising excitedly, "You survived! I thought you would..."

"Wait! No! Back off!" The cultist with a low voice suddenly realized something. He stopped the other people's movements, and at the same time fixed his vigilant eyes on the man who had just woken up, and stepped back. He said in a threatening tone, "His breathing has completely stopped just now, I was absolutely right... something is wrong!"

Duncan finally got used to the surrounding environment, and the tinnitus-like noise gradually faded from his mind. When he saw the figures around him clearly, the first reaction in his heart was—why did it still look like this group of people when he opened his eyes? Why is this still in the sewer?

Walking in the spirit world should be random, and when he chose his target, he followed his intuition completely, but he didn't expect to open his eyes twice and land among these cultists. What kind of evil fate is this?

But immediately after, he sensed something was wrong from the reactions of those around him, and in 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 sacrificed by cultists, and then he closed and opened his eyes, and now he is a "cultist".

He really has a relationship with these people.

"...The situation is not quite right!"

At this moment, a low, hostile voice suddenly interrupted Duncan's state of confusion after "waking up". He followed the sound and immediately met a vigilant cold gaze.

The owner of that line of sight was staring at him coldly, while beside him, the other two black-robed cultists also reacted belatedly, retreating one after another in a defensive posture.

Duncan froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that he might be possessed by a corpse just like last time.

I cheated myself in front of these cultists!

After figuring out the situation in front of him, the tense reactions of these cultists became logical. Duncan's mind was running quickly. He felt that the remaining numbness in this body had not completely dissipated, and it was extremely inconvenient to move now. It seems that it is not easy to do things under the noses of several heretics, so we can only find a way to stabilize these people—and when he was thinking about the way out, a little bit of fragmented and fuzzy memory suddenly appeared in his mind Emerge!

In that fragmented fuzzy memory, he suddenly "recalls" many fragments of experiences that do not belong to him—he remembers "hisself" hiding in the sewer, he remembers "hisself" enshrining his family's money to the messenger of the sun, he remembers Think of "myself" participating in those dark, crazy, bloody and sinful rituals in order to heal the disease, 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, and saw many people wearing black robes like himself standing beside the high platform, and a young sacrifice was pushed onto the high platform. The young sacrifice had a stiff and weird expression, causing the whole ceremony to fall into chaos...

He saw the heart of the "Messenger of the Sun" was sacrificed, everyone around the altar fell into madness, the believers were killing each other, raging flames overflowed from the sun totem, angry roars and empty whispers filled the assembly The original owner of his body and the few remaining believers fled in a hurry...

Duncan didn't know how long he was in a daze, maybe it was only for a moment, the turbulent strange memories in his mind calmed down again, and a sad and hateful life turned into a series of pale fragments, lying on his back as if for people to read The bottom of my heart - like some kind of "nutrition".

This is the memory of the original owner of his body—although there are not many left, the source is beyond doubt.

Duncan blinked, this was a change that never happened during the last "spirit world walk".

Last time, he failed to get any memory from the possessed corpse, and the brain of that "sacrifice" was just blank...Why is there such a change this time?

Is it because the body I occupy this time is still "fresh"? Or because the dove "Ay" fortifies the brass compass?

Duncan slowly sat up from the ground. He knew that no matter what the reason behind this change was, it was not a good time to be in a daze. Those nervous cultists had obviously realized that something was wrong with their "resurrection" process .

And as Duncan got up, the three cultists immediately took half a step back, and then the black-robed man with a deep voice pressed his waist with one hand and broke the silence: "Don't move—tell me, What's your name?"

"...Ron," Duncan recalled briefly, and quite naturally said the name he had just learned from memory, "Ron Strain."

"His name is Ron." A young black-robed believer on the opposite side immediately lowered his voice to the low-voiced black-robed man who had become the leader of the three.

However, the black-robed man did not relax his vigilance at all, he just kept staring at Duncan, and then suddenly recited in a strange syllable tone: "In the name of the sun, may the glory of the Lord shine brightly, in the name of the sun, May the blessing of the Lord come!"

Hearing the sudden movement of the cultist on the opposite side, Duncan was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a burning sensation in his chest. He subconsciously reached out and took out the thing that was heating up under his clothes, but saw that it was a gold coin. Yellow sun talisman—a strange burst of heat is coming from the surface of the talisman!

In the next second, the talisman suddenly ignited raging flames. The flames seemed to be full of malice, and rushed towards Duncan's heart!

"The glory of the Lord is eating him back!" Seeing this scene, the cultist who had just chanted the prayer reacted instantly. He drew out the dagger at his waist and shouted at the same time, "His soul has been replaced! Kill him!" Heretic filth!"

The movements of the other two cultists were obviously a bit slower, but they also realized immediately that these people who thought Duncan was a "compatriot" did not hesitate to draw out the daggers and daggers they carried with them, and fiercely He rushed over and shouted loudly: "Kill him!!"

Duncan held the sun talisman that had already started to burn, and watched three figures pounce towards him. The next second, another shadow suddenly appeared at the edge of his sight!

A ghostly undead bird burning with dark green flames tore through the air, and swept across the roof with a stream of icy flames. It made a strange scream and sprinkled invisible ashes and Feather fragments.

The three cultists were naturally attracted by the "dead bird", and they subconsciously looked up at "Ai" who had turned into a spirit form.

The next moment, the movements of all of them slowed down, as if the connection with the real world suddenly became distant and slow, and the figures of the three men in black robes were pulled out of the air like a frame-by-frame animation. After seeing overlapping afterimages, they landed slowly with ridiculously slow movements, and finally fell into a complete standstill less than two meters away from Duncan.

With great horror in their eyes, they watched the undead bird hovering on the ceiling and then landed on the opposite black-robed "compatriot". They saw that the sun talisman in the man's hand was still burning, but the In a second, those burning flames turned into a faint green, and turned into the same shape as the flames on the "dead bird".

Duncan pinched the sun talisman in his hand, the green spirit flames wrapped around the surface of the talisman, and the stream of flames gushing out from the talisman circled half a circle in front of him before calming down like a pet. Come down, hovering slowly on his arm like fawning.

Holding the sun talisman that had been completely occupied and transformed, he walked unhurriedly in front of the three cultists. He looked into the horrified eyes of the three cultists, and he couldn't help but regret in his tone: "You have to pretend that you don't know what to do. How nice."

In the next second, the figures of the three cultists suddenly flickered violently in the air a few times, and then disappeared.

Covered in green flames, the bone-like "dead bird" jumped on Duncan's shoulder twice, amidst the crackling of the flames, it yelled sharply and hoarsely: "Oh, the page is gone, try refreshing it? "