Deep Sea Embers

Agou swayed for two vain steps, and finally stopped. Puffs of black smoke and dust rose from the gaps in its bones, and the bone fragments all over its body trembled like convulsions. In the eye sockets, the light is flickering.

Such an obvious and abnormal reaction of course startled Shirley, who stopped immediately, shaking Agou's huge head while anxiously calling the other person's name - after seven or eight times, Ah Gou finally came back to his senses, and looked up dully, with a hoarse and low voice in his throat: "Why am I suddenly a little... I can't walk..."

"Are you okay?" Duncan also leaned over at this time, he frowned and looked at the Obscure Hound, who was clearly out of order, with a somewhat concerned tone, "What's wrong with you?"

"I... don't feel uncomfortable," Agou's head shook, as if he was about to fall asleep at any time, "I just don't have much strength, and... I really don't want to get close to that pile of things."

"I really don't want to get close?" Duncan turned his head and glanced at the pile of strange things that were still slowly wriggling in the light of the fire, like a mountain of mud.

Is this weird pile of "mud" affecting Agou? Some kind of instinctive repression?

Agou's abnormal reaction attracted everyone's attention, and immediately made Duncan fall into thinking. The first thing he thought of was whether Agou's strange "perception" far beyond human beings had observed some invisible things again. .

But judging from Agou's reaction, it doesn't seem to "see" anything unusual.

"The deep hounds are more or less a relatively powerful group among the deep demons, and they rarely become like this because of the pressure of powerful individuals," Fan Na knelt down and touched the bone fragments on Agou's body without hesitation , and then looked back, "What's more, that thing didn't exude any coercion at all..."

"The word 'how much' can be removed," Xue Li muttered beside her, "Ah Gou is already very powerful..."

"Not good, I'm not good at all," Agou quickly shook his head, "Is this place a bit too evil, why don't we come again next time?"

"It's impossible to come back next time. This ghost ship may not be here honestly waiting for us to explore again and again." Duncan shook his head, "But your current state is really not suitable for moving forward."

Agou is under the influence of some inexplicable force, and if he continues to get close to that pile of things, it is very likely to have unpredictable consequences-the best way now is to let him and Shirley return to the Lost Home temporarily.

Duncan waved to the side, and Ai immediately flew over, yelling while circling in the air: "Who is calling the ship... This is a trap! Abandon ship and escape!"

"You take Shirley and Agou back to the Lost Home first," Duncan didn't care about the bird's bluffs, and pointed at Agou who was lying on the ground and Shirley who was beside him with a worried face, then thought for a while, and pointed Pointing to Nina, "Take Nina back too."

"Ah?" Nina didn't react immediately, "Why do I have to go back? I'm in good shape now!"

"That thing tried to copy you just now, although you' interrupted it, but I don't know if the big guys at the end will have other reactions after you approach," Duncan simply explained, "In this case, thinking There's no harm in being thorough."

Nina listened carefully, and immediately nodded obediently: "Ah, yes, then I'll go back."

Duncan originally prepared a lot of words of persuasion. After all, Nina is a curious girl and has been looking forward to this kind of adventure, but he didn't expect that the other party would agree so happily. This made him a little surprised, but he quickly laughed. He shook his head.

She is still so sensible.

The flames of the undead bird roared through the cabin, and brought Shirley, Agou and Nina out of the Obsidian.

But this space has not been plunged into darkness because of Ai's departure—the piles of bonfires that Duncan lit with the dry and stagnant mud still illuminate this eerie place.

The pile of strange substances entrenched at the end of the cabin is still wriggling quietly, as if half-dream and half-awake, as if dormant in sleep.

But when Duncan cast his eyes on the pile of matter again, there was another clear "plop" sound from inside the thing.

"The children have left." Duncan breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards the pile of dark matter. "Now it's up to the adults to solve this trouble."

His footsteps did not hesitate, and as he approached step by step, the pile of wriggling matter that seemed to be in a dormant state immediately reacted - the wriggling at its edge became more and more obvious, and the expansion and contraction of the surface became more and more frequent , the pulsating sound from inside became faster and louder.

By the time of the last ten meters, it had completely turned into a rhythmic heartbeat——

Plop, plop, plop--the clear and powerful heartbeat kept coming, echoing clearly in this open and dark cabin!

But apart from the continuous heartbeat and the increasingly intense wriggling on the surface, this pile of things didn't respond in any way.

Until Duncan came to it, it just maintained this "vigorous" state.

"Goddess...what the hell is this blasphemy..."

Fan Na frowned tightly, and said with difficulty hiding her disgust.

After getting close enough, she saw the shape of this pile of matter more clearly - it did not have the outline of any biological body at all, and its surface seemed to be flowing with mud, but from time to time some suspicious things emerged in the mud The unevenness of the body looks like half-melted viscera or suddenly swollen blood vessels and nerve bundles, and while it keeps beating, it also presents characteristics that seem to respond to external stimuli-these characteristics are ultimately attributed to the human body. Constantly squirming blindly.

Since becoming an Inquisitor, Vanna has seen countless heretics and evils, but she was still shocked by the level of blasphemy and evil in front of this mass.

Even Alice next to her was a little dazed. The puppet lady stared at the pile of things for a long time before she said: "It seems that I can't cook..."

Fanna instantly stared at Alice with wide eyes—she was shocked again.

Morris, on the other hand, gave full play to the carefulness and curiosity that a scholar should have. He seemed to ignore the psychological discomfort and resistance. After getting close to the pile of materials, he studied them carefully for a long time, and then suddenly felt that the pile was shrinking and wriggling. I saw something: "There seems to be something wrapped in it!"

"Inside?" Duncan was slightly taken aback, and then he noticed the clue that Morris had found: there seemed to be a small piece of clothing debris on the edge of the pile of mud.

Is this wriggling pile of mud really just a layer of mulch?

Realizing this, Duncan immediately reached out and pointed at the wriggling pile.

The countless bonfires burning around the cabin immediately spread countless lines of fire, and the flames of the spirit body gathered on the pile of "living mud" almost in the blink of an eye.

The flames of the spiritual body burned instantly!

The flames were grand but precisely controlled. Duncan ordered the flames to burn only the black sludge without harming other substances inside—under his conscious catalysis and control, in just a few seconds, the pile of disgusting The wriggling things were completely burned.

What was originally covered in the depths of this pile of matter finally appeared in everyone's eyes.

"This is……"

Morris looked at the scene in front of him with some astonishment.

A human being, a middle-aged man, was leaning against a pile of wreckage and fell into the embers of the flames of his spirit body. His eyes were wide open, as if he was fighting some fierce enemy before dying, but he died with one hand. Covering his mouth tightly, as if restraining a huge terror, his body showed a shocking state——

More than half of that body has been dissolved by something, turning into a horrifying decomposition structure.

Only one heart, exposed from the open chest, was beating slowly and vigorously.

Plop... Puff... Puff...

The sound of a heartbeat that seemed to contain some kind of strong will echoed throughout the cabin.

It turned out that the heartbeat that Duncan heard all the way close was actually coming from this heart.

But the human is clearly dead, and his heartbeat doesn't mean anything alive.

"A human?" Fan Na immediately frowned tightly, carefully looking at the middle-aged man who died in the deepest part of the Obsidian, "Is this also a replica made by the Obsidian?"

"The body structure is distorted and mutated, in line with the characteristics of the replica, but there seems to be something wrong..." Morris muttered in a low voice, carefully fiddled with the remaining limb structure of the corpse with his walking stick, and observed the fragmented Looking at the fragments of clothing, judging what they should look like when they are complete, "This clothes...looks like a uniform."

"This is indeed a uniform." Duncan said suddenly. He seemed to have discovered something. He bent down while talking at the moment, ignoring the hideous and terrifying wreckage, and groped around the beating heart. Something was removed from a rag.

It was a small breastplate.

Name and identity are written on it.

"He is the captain of the Obsidian, Crystal Barberi." Duncan glanced at the badge and said lightly.