Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The dark blue and nearly black fluid peaks are surging, and the towering waves almost touch the sky. Not far away, there is a thunderstorm that seems to never stop, rumbling and roaring.

Nearly 10,000 tons of seawater constantly fluctuates under the pull of gravity. The "Black Death", which is still huge on weekdays, is like a wisp of duckweed. Falling, it collided with the solid sea water and burst into bursts.

The keel reinforced by the steel structure kept screaming, even the sailors who despised nature the most on weekdays hid in the room at this time. Only the crew members who accommodated extraordinary strength persisted on the deck and maintained the straightness of the channel.

In the closed captain's room, the faint candle light trembled uncontrollably, flickering with the frequency of the ship's shaking.

In the middle of the house, which is not too wide, the fine silk threads visible to the naked eye are intertwined into a net, and the seats made of ice crystals are tightly bundled in the air.

Connecting to all corners of the room, the silk threads pierced into the gaps of the planks like tree roots are like living creatures, constantly adjusting their direction, and for a while, the "seat" suspended in the middle of the room turned out to be walking on the ground without shaking.

Tracy with a gloomy face leaned back on the chair, and the transparent filaments tied her and Elaine together tightly to the back of the chair, protecting them.

Her free left hand kept comforting Elaine, who had never experienced such a storm, and her gloomy blue eyes stared at the flames that were almost extinguished in front of her, as if waiting for something.

Time passed minute by minute, but the storm outside the window showed no sign of stopping.

The candlestick nailed to the table was almost burned out, and the flame in the vanity mirror behind it was so weak that it was barely visible.

Suddenly, an illusory black flame flowed out from the very clean mirror, and the picture in the mirror blurred, and the one-eyed villain with wings shot out of it like an arrow, hitting the roof of the captain's room directly. , fell to the ground.

Obviously, the storm suddenly blown by the Furious Sea involved the secrets of the spiritual world. Even the messenger who was usually responsible for the transmission of less important information lost his way in the corresponding area and almost died halfway.

Tracy, who looked bad, didn't have the habit of expressing her anger. She just increased the strength of her hands and suppressed Elaine's move to look up.

The silk thread attached to the wall was slowly raised, and the action was quite soft to pick up the spiritual messenger who was struggling and climbed up on the ground.

Tracy struggled to read her mother's letter, which had been decorated with gorgeous language, and her slender eyebrows full of heroic spirit couldn't help but rise high.

"Why did the sect suddenly clean up other captains responsible for transporting slaves?" Tracy said the contents of the letter without concealment, not caring what Elaine heard.

In her arms "compromising", Elaine's face changed slightly as she absorbed her body temperature, and she said cautiously:

"Witch...the sect won't treat you either..."

Judging from the information that Tracy read out, this was an upright silence.

Wearing an off-white shirt and light blue fitted trousers, Tracy shook her head slightly and comforted:

"No, since my mother notified me in time, it means that there is definitely no risk in this regard. No matter what, I am also a full member of the sect, but I have the additional task of maintaining a certain force at sea, so I won't do it. So absolute."

Although she didn't like her mother who was mostly indifferent to her offspring and was passionate for a while, she still trusted the strength of the other party in her heart, and always showed a tendency to rely on her unconsciously.

Hearing the affirmative answer, Elaine, who was held in Tracy's arms, breathed a sigh of relief.

She may not be able to escape Tracy's sight for a long time, and naturally she doesn't want the other party to have an accident.

And after living together for so long, she also found out Tracy's character.

Although she was always forced to do things that she didn't want to involve due to the sect's position, she was more like an adventurer with extreme methods than the more heinous **** in the Five Seas.

However, this does not mean that I will compromise. She still does a lot of evil things, and she is never soft-hearted towards her opponents. She instigates, assassinates, and tortures prisoners. These are all "good things" she has done!

Elaine lying in her arms silently persuaded herself, completely forgetting that she seemed to be one of the "captives" too.

Of course, Tracy did not hear the thoughts of her little "girlfriend" in her heart.

The letter she had just read had already been burned with black flames. Looking at the embers on the floor in front of her, accompanied by the violent shaking of the ship's hull, her blue eyes seemed to harbor a storm.

She was tired of this kind of task to a certain extent, whether it was the overreaction of the Church of Storms, or the dozen or so captains she was about to face, it made her head hurt.

If it wasn't for the fact that I had integrated Qilingus' participation in advance... Tracy's sharp and bright eyes narrowed into slits, and the disgust in it was almost real.

"destiny."

............

In the quiet suburban cemetery, thick darkness ruled over the dozens of acres of land, and there was no light.

The two recent cases that have become increasingly tense have almost drained the energy of the three official Beyonder forces in Backlund.

The rate of their daily inspections of cemeteries has to be reduced. More public cemeteries can only rely on the consciousness of the cemetery guards. If any abnormality is found, they will report to the nearest church or the church members who are inspecting the next day.

In this gloomy coldness, a not-so-tall silhouette gradually emerged from the darkness. He lightly tapped the cane in his hand, like a gentleman who had just returned from a banquet, with a relaxed gait as if he was patrolling his own courtyard.

After finishing the day's entrustment, Klein played with the gold coin he just got from Mike, along with a brass-colored whistle, kept throwing it up and down in his hand, catching it.

The icy blue in his eyes is like the spring eyes that broke the ice in early spring, and it is profound and fascinating.

In the spiritual vision that was mostly occupied by cold colors, Klein's sharp eyes slowly swept across the tombstones, scanning the possible changes around him, and the cane in his right palm was ready to go.

Unfortunately, after walking halfway through the cemetery, Klein didn't see what he wanted.

Not a single corpse broke out of the ground like it once was, or out of control like the living corpse that Maric held yesterday.

It should only be awakened by Mr. Azik's copper whistle if the corpse has not been purified. This is the main reason why the church vigorously promotes the purification ceremony.

Although the deep-seated reason should be that the previous "pale disaster" caused a great psychological shadow to the various churches in the northern continent... Klein put away the gold coins and copper whistle in his palm and stopped moving forward. .

Maybe I can try going to the hospital morgue, and of course the corpse in the corner of the East End can also be used.

Klein recalled the corpses that could be vaguely seen on the street corners in the East District these days, and silently put this option to the end.

Recently, the official Beyonders have been very strict about all aspects. If it weren't for various reasons, Klein would never want to disturb those poor deceased people.

Looking at the air defense, Klein, who was staring blankly at an epitaph on a tombstone, felt a burst of depression for no reason.

pat.

In the silent darkness, the sound of a stone falling to the ground was particularly evident. Klein quickly turned his head and saw a half-old man in a linen coat looking at him with a terrified expression. run away.

Why is he so frightened? Klein looked around blankly, before confirming that the gentleman was indeed afraid of him.

"Excuse me......"

As soon as he made a sound, the half-old man with sparse hair, extremely high hairline, and conspicuous stains on his face screamed, turned around and ran back, staggering and almost falling.

Seeing him fleeing in a panic, Klein felt dazed for a while, and then his back suddenly became cold.

In the image simulated by spiritual intuition, a concrete table dotted with many rotting corpses is standing blankly behind him, milky white eyes staring straight at the pocket on the left side of his coat, the stench of saliva dripping from his mouth.

Woo!

Klein, whose body was tense in an instant, swung back, and his sturdy cane quickly swiped towards the corpse behind him, knocking it on the most vulnerable neck, and the head with most of its hair falling off immediately flew out.

Why didn't my spiritual intuition call the police in advance, and the grave guard, I didn't even feel his existence!

A rare look of panic appeared in Klein's eyes. He stared nervously at the slowly falling corpse, his left palm resting on the upper part of the cane, and the chain blade could be pulled out at any time.

He was on guard for a while, and found that nothing happened again, and the corpse seemed to return to normal in the end, and there was no movement at all.

"Is it really just an ordinary corpse that hasn't undergone purification for some reason, and just happened to be awakened by Mr. Azik's copper whistle?" Klein said to himself while touching the minibus, holding a cane in his right hand, The head of the corpse was turned over.

The corpse was older before his death, wearing the most common white uniform in hospitals, withered limbs filled with the smell of rotting, and in the cross section of the neck, white worms the size of the little finger slowly wriggled.

The internal organs have begun to rot and maggots. This corpse has been dead for at least some time. It was not just moved out of the hospital. Although it is also weak, it does not look like the corpse of a homeless person that can be seen on the streets of the East District.

The corpses that are unclaimed or cannot pay the burial fee will be collectively resettled, burned and buried together, and it is impossible to keep the whole corpse.

"Could it be that someone had the same idea as me about the uncleaned corpse in the hospital morgue, and actually voted for one?"

"Is he a member of the Spiritual Religion, or is he a wild Extraordinary of the 'corpse collector' pathway?"

Klein squatted beside the corpse, summed up his reasoning guesses, feeling a little helpless for a while.

It seems that spiritual intuition does not give feedback all the time. It should only call the police when the subconscious thinks it will be in danger, so I found that the body and the grave guard were not distracted?

Combining his own experience, Klein slowly got up, a tangled expression appeared on his face.

So who exactly stole the body?

Am I going to bury him back?

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