Deep Sea Embers

Hearing the words of the death priest in front of him, the old caretaker did not cooperate immediately like ordinary tombkeepers. Instead, he frowned dissatisfiedly: "I am the caretaker of the cemetery. I have never heard that in the cemetery, The action also requires the caretaker to recuse himself.”

"The situation is special, old gentleman," the short man in black took half a step forward and said in a serious and sincere tone. After seeing the stubborn expression on the old guard's face, he finally sighed, "Okay, In fact, I shouldn’t have told you—this body is going to be sent to the Cathedral of Silence.”

"The Silent Cathedral?" the old guard said subconsciously, "What on earth is this..."

"Serious unknown pollution may be related to something deep in the mine. We are going to perform a special purification ceremony. The fewer living people on site, the better," the short man said with a serious face, "It's not just you who has to avoid it. , one of my colleagues and I will also evacuate with you.”

While talking, the tall man in black also stood up and silently came to the short man's side.

The old guard looked at the two black-clothed priests in front of him, and then looked at the woman in black who was standing next to the morgue - the latter had already taken out the herbs and holy oil used to perform the ritual from her pocket, and began to A temporary altar has been set up in the open space in front of the morgue.

"Well, since it involves mines and pollution, then this is not the part I should be responsible for." The old man finally gave up his stubbornness. He shrugged, put away the shotgun and turned to walk towards the cemetery path. He turned back to greet the man. Two men in black, one short and one short, said, "Come on, I still have some hot tea in my hut. You can also warm yourself by the fire in it. The cemetery is colder than outside at night."

The two men in black looked at each other, and while walking to catch up with the old man, they said casually: "Thank you for the hospitality, old gentleman."

The old guard and the two men in black left, leaving only the man in black with thin lips and another thin woman who was always silent next to the morgue.

And a coffin that has not yet quieted down.

The silent woman immediately stepped forward. Amidst the creaking and prying sounds, the already weak coffin was quickly opened. Then he pushed forward with his cane and completely pushed the dark coffin lid aside.

Rune finally stepped off the platform, took two steps forward leisurely, and looked at the man not far away curiously: "So, this is the 'magic curse' that the so-called Annihilation Cult borrowed from the devil?

Duncan lay quietly in the coffin, thinking about the conversation he had just had with the caretaker, and guessing the origins of the several uninvited guests who came.

Duncan raised his hand in the coffin and watched a small cluster of green flames jump at his fingertips, illuminating the small space.

In the swaying green firelight, he saw cheap, low-quality wooden boards, smooth linen linings, and densely packed octagonal emblems on the coffin lid—this should be the mark of Bartok, the god of death.

Dark chains coexist with strange creatures filled with white smoke.

"Stop!" The male cultist finally reacted. He suddenly took a few steps back, then raised his hand and pointed at Cai Cheng. The words in his throat seemed to be mixed with another low and hoarse voice, as if there was another The caster was chanting the magic spell through his throat, "He takes away your ability to move and orders him to stop here!"

"Ah, yes, disguise," Duncan nodded belatedly, then got up from the coffin little by little, walked out slowly, and climbed down from the platform carefully - his movements were very slow, because this body The body is really not very easy to use. "Agou seems to have the talent to interfere with cognition and help symbionts disguise their identities. Is this a common skill among them? But with all due respect, your disguise ability is really unreliable. I've never seen anything go wrong..."

The landing trip in Hanshuang was really different from the one in Puland. Although it didn't look very smooth, it was also a lot of fun.

Duncan raised his eyebrows and glanced at the two people in front of him - a pale woman with thick hands and feet wearing a dark brown coat sat up from inside and looked at each other curiously.

"Wait a minute," the man in black raised his hand to stop his partner.

, then came to the coffin, raised his fingers and tapped it, "Are you still here?"

The taciturn woman in black used her eyes to look at the coffin. He shook his cane, and a metal elbow popped out from the end of the cane, turning it into a crowbar.

The man in black stopped arranging the altar in front of the morgue.

The only thing that dissatisfied him was the poor execution efficiency of the body.

Then, a man and a woman dressed in black raised their heads and looked at the wide open coffin.

These emblems are obviously not "noble handmade products", but should be printed directly with a machine. Anyway, the effect is almost the same.

"What did you say?" The man in black frowned, then immediately straightened his face and ordered in a deep voice that seemed to have strange power, "Come out of here first, and follow us out of here."

The other was a thin woman wearing a thick gray-blue coat. A chain extended directly from his throat. The other end of the chain was connected to a huge jellyfish floating in the air. This jellyfish seemed to There is no entity, and the whole body is composed of floating smoke. There is a blood-red core deep in it. This core is constantly expanding and contracting, like a heart.

The men and women in black were startled at the same time when they heard the words, and their faces showed shock the next second. The man with thin lips even subconsciously took half a step back, staring at Duncan sitting in the coffin in shock and alert: "You Can you see our disguise?"

The two cultists all looked shocked at this moment.

The coffin was very thin and the seal was not tight enough. He could vaguely hear the conversations outside. He had just heard the caretaker and the two uninvited guests leaving, and now he could hear some rustling sounds. There was movement, and it seemed that the people who had stayed were walking around the coffin.

And with his "silence" gesture, the coffin lid actually made no sound when it fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, the light wooden board turned into white dust drifting in the wind and disappeared silently. In the night.

"Thank you very much." The voice in the coffin said politely.

After a long time, a faint smile appeared on Cai Cheng's face, and he sighed softly: "Ah, it seems to be interesting."

The plank slipped from the platform and landed lightly on the gravel.

White smoke rose from the body of this strange bird, and it was resting steadily on the man's shoulder. The two bloody holes on its head were staring at the runes, and every bone in its body was trembling slightly.

The man in black calmed down the expression on his face, stepped back slightly, and nodded to the silent woman holding the crowbar: "Pry it open."

"You don't need to look," Duncan joked casually, "In fact, I'm still awake now. I don't know how I got here, and just now a person guarding the cemetery said that I am actually a dead person and will be burned in two days. What happened? What do you do? "

"Your cold jokes are as cold as this night, sir," the man in black laughed, "Of course, we will let you out, and then you only need to follow us, and you don't have to worry about anyone continuing to cause trouble for you. "

"But now it seems that the effect is still like a meteor dog - it can at least scare him."

Apparently, two Annihilation cultists.

"Ah, we are here to help you," the man in black said calmly, "You don't want to be burned, right?"

A woman was wearing a dark-colored long dress. Her face looked thin and mean, and a dark chain protruded between her neck and collarbone. This chain was obviously integrated with her body, as if it extended directly from the collarbone. The same thing came out, and the end of the chain was connected to a beautiful strange bird whose body was twisted and pieced together from pitch black bone fragments.

"Ah, yes," Cai Cheng replied immediately, "What's the matter?"

"Well, let me tell you, she is indeed a bit more elegant than Shirley.

The man in black raised a finger to silence her, but something hoarse and low came from her throat, which didn't even sound like a human voice.

He stood up, glanced at the direction the guard was leaving, and after confirming that the stubborn old guard was gone, he vomited on the ground next to him.

He took a sip and then walked towards the coffin in front of him.

"camouflage?"

The man in black frowned, as if he was a little confused, but then he said expressionlessly: "Do you know who you are?"

Duncan pricked up his ears again and listened to the movement outside the coffin.

Fortunately, the effectiveness of the spiritual fire is not affected.

"Don't worry," Duncan sat in the coffin, smiled and shook his head, "The chains on your bodies are really unique - your Deep Demon is also quite unique. I thought only dogs had this thing."

"Of course - although the frosty winters are indeed cold, keeping warm in the crematorium is too challenging. Shall we let him out?"

He stepped on the "altar" that had just been decorated indifferently, and kicked away the herbal powder and the earthenware container containing oil.

What are you going to do?