Deep Sea Embers

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

After such a long time, Duncan suddenly broke the silence: "Is there anything else you can do for us?"

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

"Where's your family?" Fan Na couldn't help asking.

"Family..." Christo obviously hesitated for a moment, as if some memories had just appeared in his distorted "body", "Oh, yes, family...my wife and daughter, they live in Frost , 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 was clearer: "Ah, if there is a chance, you can go and see them for me , it’s good to send a message back, although they should have known what happened to the Obsidian long ago.”

"Is there any special message to send?" Fan Na asked.

This time, Christo thought for a long time, and just when Vanna thought he was going to fall asleep again, a voice suddenly came out from the wriggling biological tissue: "I can't think of it, I can't even remember their words." It looks like... Just say good morning to them and tell them that I have no regrets or pain in leaving. That's it."

"We will communicate, if they still live at that address." Duncan nodded lightly, and at the same time, his eyes fell on the slightly wriggling and shrinking body of "Krystal".

It's not an illusion, the activity of this mass of biological tissue is gradually weakening, and Christo's mind seems to be leaving this body little by little, and a layer of faint gray is spreading along the edge of this mass of tissue.

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

The time to leave has come.

"We should go." Duncan said calmly.

"It's about time..." Christo's voice became more low-pitched and vague, but he could still hear clearly, "Then I wish you a smooth voyage—just leave me here, the captain should with his ship."

"...Actually, we will sink this ship before leaving," Duncan hesitated for two or three seconds, but decided to tell the truth about what happened next, "Captain Crystal, you should be able to guess, The Obsidian has been polluted, and we cannot allow this ship to continue drifting in the Infinity Sea—it is a threat to ordinary navigators."

Christo was silent for a moment, then said softly: "Thank you, kind man."

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

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

"...Sorry, no," Fan Na shook her head, "Why do you ask?"

"Ah, I just hope that a believer of the god of death can help me to pray for my soul-after all this, my soul is already unclean, and I must not be able to pass through Bartok's door of life and death. If I send my spirit to pray, maybe my soul can dissipate faster... But it’s okay if I don’t have it, the world is always unsatisfactory, isn’t it?”

Fanna and Morris looked at each other subconsciously, and the latter couldn't help but speak after a short hesitation: "We are priests of the Goddess of Storms and the God of Wisdom, and we will pray for you after we leave—although this is a very important thing 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 believer of the god of death when he is dying..." Duncan said, stepping forward to hold the palm stuck to the door, "I hope You got your wish."

"...Thank you, kind people."

The wriggling lump of flesh finally ceased to make any sound, its wriggling gradually slowed down, and the gray-white color that represented death had spread everywhere—he wasn't completely dead yet, but the last vitality was no longer enough to support him to continue talking.

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

The party left the Obsidian's captain's cabin, walked through the upside-down corridor, passed through the triple nested doors, and returned to the deck of the ghost ship.

The sun is setting.

Accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, the undead bird wrapped in flames flew from the direction of the Lost Homeland, circling over Duncan and the others.

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

After a while, the Lost Homeland slowly adjusted its position, and the gun door baffles on one side of the ship rose one after another, and black hole muzzles protruded from the firing holes.

Cannon fire roared, and fiery meteors fell like rain. Under the reflection of the slanted and blood-colored sunset, the Obsidian was enveloped in blazing green flames almost in the blink of an eye, and rapidly advanced in a series of spectacular burning and explosions. Water, disintegrate, sink.

This ghost ship that 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 eddies on the sea surface.

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

He didn't look back until the latter completely sank, and glanced at Fanna and Morris who were standing behind him.

"Navigation on the boundless sea 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 sighs, "Almost half of the ocean-going captains can't die well—even if they are Living and retiring and settling down on land, they will not be able to easily integrate into the lives of ordinary people due to various reasons. Most of them will suffer from curses and mental abnormalities. Hallucinations, hallucinations, hallucinations, and even confused memories will haunt them all their lives. , my daughter Heidi . . . deals with this kind of thing a lot.”

Duncan did not echo the old scholar's exclamation.

After all, from the perspective of the world, the Lost Homelander and his "Captain Duncan"... are actually one of many examples of "unhappy death".

It's just that his "not dying well" is too vigorous.

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

"I went to see them just now," Alice on the side immediately raised her hand, "Agou said it was fine, and is now studying Nina's primary school textbooks, Shirley said that Agou needs someone to take care of her Nap next to the dog."

"...The deep hound chasing knowledge and its illiterate master?" Duncan's lips trembled, and he walked towards the cabin, "I'll go and see how they are doing."

He went straight to the cabin where Shirley and Agou lived, and knocked on the door, but found that the door was only ajar. When he opened the door and entered the room, he saw Zheng sitting in front of the desk with his two hind legs, holding his hands in his front paws. Gouzi who reads this textbook for primary school students with great interest.

And the illiterate Shirley sleeping in the dark on the bed behind Gouzi.

The corner of Duncan's mouth trembled. Even though he heard Alice say that just now, he still couldn't help but feel very strange when he actually saw this scene of disobedience, and Agou also heard the movement at the door, so he raised his head and glanced: " Oh, Captain, you...ahhhh!!!"

Before the hello was finished, the Youshen hound suddenly let out a yell like a broken gong, and then the whole dog jumped up from the chair with a bang, almost jumping on the roof!

There was another crash, and the black chain connecting Agou and Xueli was instantly tightened, and Xueli, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, was directly carried by Agou into the mid-air, and after a loud "boom", it hit her firmly. on the wall next to it.

"Agou, you are insane!" Shirley jumped up and jumped at Agou as soon as she hit the ground, "Why did you suddenly..."

She finally noticed Duncan who was standing at the door, and also noticed Agou's panic-stricken look.

"Are you okay, dog?"

Shirley and Duncan spoke at almost the same time.

"I'm fine, I'm fine...no, no, something's wrong..." Ah Gou seemed to have not recovered, still trembling all over, his eyes kept wandering, as if he wanted to look in Duncan's direction, but he couldn't help his instinct She evaded desperately, held back for a long time before saying, "Captain, are you carrying something...in your left pocket..."

"Things?" Duncan was startled, and then he reacted. He took a look in his left pocket and took out a small metal box that was used to store tobacco.

After opening the metal box, a strange "meat" the size of a thumb and dark in color came into everyone's sight.

"I, I, I... Fuck!" A Gou became more nervous the moment he saw that thing, and rushed to the corner of the wall, "Where did this... where did it come from?!"

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

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