Deep Sea Embers

In the whole house, except for the room where Brown Scott was last, nothing unusual was found elsewhere.

In fact, even the room that was "polluted" by the gray-black mud did not leave any trace of the extraordinary—except for the visual shock brought by those weird mud substances, there was no trace of evil in this building. Extraordinary strength.

All that is not earthly has gone with Brown Scott.

On the first floor of the house, Galone was still asleep. This tall Sen'jin with stone-like skin was leaning against a corner of the sofa, sleeping peacefully, with a relaxed look on his face.

In her sleep, she is still a student studying under her teacher, and she is still living a peaceful life. Her knowledgeable and kind teacher has just returned home after many years of traveling, and he has to tell her many, many faraway places. Things that happened.

"It would be great if Heidi was here, she will prepare some medicine, at least it can make the girl feel better after waking up," Morris looked down at Galone on the sofa, with a complicated expression, "I can see that , she and Brown have a great relationship."

"...the haze will always pass," Duncan said, silent for a moment, groped in his pocket, and found a small crystal pendant, he put it to his mouth and said something softly, then stuffed it In Galoni's hands, "Have a good dream, everything will be fine."

Morris quietly watched Duncan's actions. After a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Did you bring these pendants here?"

"...I bought too much last time, and the remaining half box really can't be sold, and no one wants to give it away," Duncan said with a blank expression (mainly because the bandages blocked it), and said in a flat tone, "I just want to find opportunities when I travel later. Give them all away...do you want one?"

"No, thank you," Morris quickly waved his hand, "I'm not suitable for this kind of women's jewelry."

"Oh, that's right."

...

At night, the cold wind blew through the dark and dead alleys. In the light of the gas lamps at the intersection, Fan Na watched the surrounding movements vigilantly.

Alice stood beside her, learning to look around decently—but she obviously didn't know what Fan Na was paying attention to.

"The street is very quiet, there's no one there." Probably because she wasn't used to the overly silent and depressing environment, the puppet lady finally couldn't help but ask, "Miss Fanna, what have you been looking at?"

Fan Na's tone was calm: "Some transcendents that may appear, or suspicious shadows entangled around that building, if there are any."

"Ah?" Alice was stunned, "Will there be?"

"...What do you think Mr. Duncan told us to stand by outside?"

Alice thought for a while: "Don't you think I'm making trouble?"

Fan Na: "...You are right."

She felt that it was difficult for her to explain clearly to this solid head, so she didn't explain it at all.

But she herself understood the significance of following here.

There is a "duplicate" that returned from the deep sea and has been active in the city-state for many days, and that duplicate lives in the building not far away-those Annihilation Cultists who follow the Lord of the Deep cannot be aware of this matter. No response.

It may even be their hands and feet behind this incident.

Mr. Duncan and Mr. Morris went to investigate the situation in that house. They were both investigating and luring—would there be cultists paying attention to this place? Will the power that brought "Brown Scott" back change tonight? Will there be shadows in this alley? Will the shadow still sit in the presence of an uninvited guest?

Fan Na controlled her breathing and heartbeat, restrained her breath and strength, and after confirming that there was still no movement on the street, she let herself hide under the shadow of the building again.

Then she saw Alice next to her suddenly think of something, and leaned forward—then the puppet raised its hand, held its head and shook it, "Bo'er" pulled it off, and then Holding the wall with one hand and holding his head with the other, he dangled around the corner facing the outside.

Even a seasoned judge couldn't control her eyeballs trembling when she saw this scene, Fan Na squinted her eyes and lowered her voice: "What are you doing?!"

After shaking her head in the corner, Alice quickly took her head back when she heard Fan Na's voice and put it back with a "Bo'er", with an innocent face: "Let me see what's happening on the other side..."

"Next time you have such a plan ahead of time..." Fan Na glared at the puppet opposite, but swallowed her words before she spoke halfway, and waved her hand wearily, "Forget it, don't worry about it."

Alice looked puzzled, but just as she was about to speak, she seemed to sense something again, and couldn't help but glance outside: "Miss Fanna, I always feel...as if someone is nearby, but I can't see anyone."

"Is someone nearby?" Fan Na instantly became alert. She didn't relax at this time because of Alice's usual unreliable performance, but immediately tightened her nerves, and asked in a low voice while sensing the surrounding atmosphere, "What position?"

"It's diagonally opposite, under that street lamp," Alice also whispered, even squatting on the ground to show her caution, while raising her hand to point out the alley, "but I only saw the line, not the person. "

Fan Na didn't react at first, she just looked in the direction of Alice's finger, and after two seconds, she suddenly froze and looked back at Miss Puppet: "Line? What line?"

"Just the thread on the human body, everyone has it, the kind that floats from the body to the sky," Alice gestured, and said with a natural expression, "There are threads on the back of the head, and there are also on the hands and feet..."

Speaking of which, she suddenly paused, and added: "Oh, by the way, Mr. Duncan doesn't have it—but he is Mr. Duncan, so it's normal..."

As Alice spoke, her voice finally gradually stopped hesitating.

As slow as she was, she finally noticed the strange expression on Fan Na's face.

"...Can't you see it?" The puppet hesitated for a moment, and thought of the only explanation, "Well, then I won't laugh at you, the captain said that people's eyes are different..."

"...I can't see it, but now is not the time to talk about it," Fanna woke up suddenly, and at the same time forced her attention to the streetlight not far away, "Are those wires still there?"

She knows the priorities.

Alice can see invisible "threads" floating on human beings, and she has always taken it for granted that this is a normal phenomenon, and that other people can also see it, because it is so natural that this incident has not been caused by her until now. It was suddenly exposed with a casual sentence—this may be her special power as anomaly 099, or there may be a more complicated and weirder explanation behind it, but in any case, these things should not be studied now.

Someone is hiding nearby, and now he or they are exposed to the puppet's sight—that's what matters.

"It's still there, and it's shaking slightly from side to side," Alice looked up and glanced at the streetlight diagonally opposite, and reported in a low voice, but then she frowned again, "Ah, it seems that a few are missing?"

"How many are missing?" Fan Na's heart froze for an instant, and in the next second, alertness arose in her heart. The combat intuition honed over the years and the premonition of crisis bestowed by the goddess exploded in her perception at the same time, making her suddenly look at Somewhere deep in the alley.

In a strange shadow that cannot be illuminated by street lights, a dark and wriggling shadow suddenly emerged!

Almost instantly, a bony phantom appeared there, followed by a deformed monster connected to the phantom of the skeleton through a chain——

It was a person, or at least the outline was still a person, but his body had long been distorted and swollen into a shocking state, his skin seemed to be scorched and curled as if it had been scorched by a raging fire, and his bones proliferated chaotically, forming a scar on the surface of his body. A discontinuous bone plate, with sharp bony spurs protruding and extending from his back, like the remains of some kind of deep-sea monster, and where the face should be, there is only a hollow depression, A dark red halo shone inside.

After only one meeting, Fan Na realized what it was - an annihilation priest who had achieved deep symbiosis with the deep demon and had "purified" his body to a very high level.

Annihilation believers regard their flesh and blood as a cage made by the gods, and the way they pledge their allegiance to the Lord of the Deep is to constantly use the power of demons to transform their bodies and "purify" their own forms. This process will make them More and more demonic features are produced, making them less and less human-like the oblivion believers who have been purified to a certain degree, their limbs have been mutated to the extent that they cannot return to human form even with temporary transformation spells, and they can no longer be in human form. For social activities, they can only rely on the support of lower-level believers, but in contrast, they will also gain stronger power and a stronger and more direct connection with the deep sea.

These cultists are indeed staring at this place!

This thought flashed in Fan Na's mind, and at the same moment, her body jumped high.

In order to be active in the city-state, she did not carry the blessed steel sword.

But for the loyal priests of the Goddess of Storms, the "sword" is such an inconvenience.

The air is compressing, the water vapor is condensing, and the breath of the sea and the wind is instantly compressed into an ice blade in her hands—it's just usable.

"heresy!"