Deep Sea Embers

In a room with a blue door,

Duncan and his group were silent, and the twisted biological tissue adhered to the door panel was also silent for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Duncan suddenly broke the silence: Is there anything else you need our help with?

I didn't seem to have anything to regret. When Christo's voice came, I couldn't think of anything to ask for - kindhearted people, what can you do to help a soul who has been dead for many years?

where is your family? Fanna on the side couldn't help but ask.

Family...Christo obviously hesitated, as if some memories had just appeared in his twisted body, oh, yes, family...my wife and daughter, they live in Frost, Live 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 became clearer: Ah, if you have a chance, you can go see them for me, and take them with you. It would be nice to send a message back, although they should have already known what happened on the Obsidian.

Is there any special message you want to send? Vanna asked.

This time, Christo thought for a long time. Just when Vanna thought he was about to fall asleep again, another voice suddenly came from the wriggling biological tissue: I can't believe it, I can't even remember their appearance. Just say good morning to them and tell them that I have no regrets and no pain in leaving. So be it.

We will pass it on, if they still live at that address. Duncan nodded slightly, and at the same time, his eyes fell on Christo's slightly squirming and shrinking body.

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

All these changes may be related to the heart stopping beating deep inside the Obsidian.

It's time to leave.

It's time for us to go. Duncan said calmly.

It’s almost time...

Christo's voice became softer and muffled, but you can still hear it clearly, so I wish you good luck on your next voyage - just leave me here, the captain should be with his ship.

·...In fact, we will sink this ship before leaving. Duncan hesitated for two or three seconds, but decided to tell the truth about what will happen next. Captain Crystal, you should be able to guess, Obsidian Already polluted, we cannot allow this ship to continue adrift on the vast ocean - it is a danger to ordinary sailors.

Christo was silent for a moment and then spoke softly: Thank you, kindhearted person.

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

But just as he was about to cross the door, Christo's voice suddenly reached his ears again: Are there any believers of Bartok, the god of death, among you?

·····Sorry, no,

Fanna shook her head, why do you ask?

Ah, I just hope that a believer in the God of Death can help me pray for my soul - after everything I have experienced, my soul is already unclean, and I must not be able to pass through Bartok's door of life and death. If I pray in spirit, maybe my soul can dissipate faster... But that's fine if it doesn't, things in the world are always difficult to satisfy, isn't it?

Vanna and Morris glanced at each other subconsciously. The latter hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but speak: We are the priests of the Goddess of Storm and the God of Wisdom. We will pray for you after we leave - although this is not for the God of Death. It may not be of much use to believers.

I don’t know about the Death God Bartok, but if what you said is the greatest wish of a Death God believer when he is dying... Duncan said, stepping forward and holding the palm that was stuck to the door panel, I hope you get your wish.

...Thank you, kindhearted people.

In that wriggling mass of flesh, there was finally no

It made a sound again, and its crawling gradually slowed down, and the gray-white color representing death had spread everywhere - he was not completely dead yet, but the last bit of life was no longer enough to support him to continue talking.

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

The group left the captain's cabin of the Obsidian, walked through the topsy-turvy corridor, passed through the triple nested door, and returned to the deck of the ghost ship.

The sun sets in the west.

With a sound of flapping wings, the undead bird covered in flames flew from the direction of the Lost Home, hovering over Duncan and others.

Gloomy green flames rose from the Obsidian, then turned into a meteor and returned to the Homeless Ship not far away.

After a while, the Homeless slowly adjusted its position. The gun door baffles on the side of its hull rose one after another, and the black muzzles poked out of the firing holes.

Artillery fire roared, and fiery meteors fell like rain. Under the increasingly tilted and blood-red sunset, the Obsidian was enveloped in blazing green flames in almost the blink of an eye, and rapidly advanced in a series of spectacular burnings and explosions. Water, disintegration, sinking.

This ghost ship, which 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 whirlpools on the sea.

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

It wasn't until the latter completely sank that he withdrew his gaze and glanced at Vanna and Morris standing behind him.

Sailing 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 emotion that almost half of the ocean-going captains will not end up well - even if they retire alive After settling on land, they will not be able to easily integrate into ordinary people's lives for various reasons. Most of them will suffer from curses and mental abnormalities. They will have auditory and visual hallucinations and even confused memories that will haunt them throughout their lives. My My daughter Heidi... often deals with this kind of thing.

Duncan did not respond to the old scholar's lament.

After all, from the perspective of the world, the Homeless Ship and Captain Duncan... are actually one of many examples of people who did not end well.

It's just that he was too violent to end well.

How are Shirley and Agou doing? Duncan asked suddenly.

I just went to see them,

Alice on the side immediately raised her hand. Agou said that it was fine and was now studying Nina's elementary school textbook. Shirley said that Agou needed someone to take care of it, so she took a nap next to Agou.

...A mysterious hound chasing knowledge and its illiterate owner? Duncan's mouth trembled and he walked towards the cabin. I went to see their situation.

He went straight to the cabin where Shirley and Agou shared, knocked on the door, but found that the door was only ajar. When he pushed the door open and entered the room, he saw him sitting on his hind legs in front of the desk, holding hands in his two front paws. The dog who read this textbook on primary school poetry with gusto.

And the illiterate Shirley sleeping in the bed behind Gouzi.

The corner of Duncan's mouth trembled. Although he heard Alice say this just now, he still couldn't help but feel strange when he actually saw this inconsistent scene. Agou also heard the movement at the door and raised his head and glanced: Oh, Captain you...ah

Ouch! ! !

Before the greeting was even finished, the deep hound suddenly let out a roar like a cracking gong, and then the whole dog jumped up from the chair and almost jumped to the roof!

There was another clatter, and the black chain connecting Agou and Shirley tightened instantly. Shirley, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, was directly carried by Agou and flew into the air. After a loud bang, Shirley hit him firmly. on the wall next to it.

Agou, you are crazy! Shirley was so shocked that she jumped up and rushed towards Ah Gou as soon as she hit the ground. Why did you suddenly...

She finally noticed Duncan standing at the door

, also noticed Agou's frightened look.

Agou, are you okay?

Shirley and Duncan spoke almost at the same time.

I'm fine, I'm fine... No, no, something happened... Agou didn't seem to have recovered, he was still trembling all over, his eyes kept wandering, as if he wanted to look in the direction of Duncan, But he couldn't help but instinctively avoid it. He held it in for a long time before he said, "Captain, are you carrying something...in your left pocket..."

thing? Duncan was startled, then realized what he was doing. He dug into his left pocket and pulled out a small metal box that had been used to store tobacco.

After opening the metal box, a piece of strange, dark-colored flesh about the size of a thumb came into view.

Me me me...me! The moment Agou saw that thing, he became even more nervous. He ran to the corner in an instant. Where did this, this, this, and this come from? !

In the deepest part of the Obsidian, Duncan frowned, why did you react like this? From this thing...

Holy Lord Yousu! The breath of the profound Holy Lord! Agou's entire body was trembling as if the vibration mode was on. This is the flesh and blood of the Netherworld Holy Lord!