Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 130

[Chapter 130 Dark Night]

The Lost Homeland sails at full speed.

In the pale glow cast by the creation of the world, the translucent sail of the spiritual body drummed without wind, and the huge and complex mast and cable system creaked and creaked as if controlled by countless pairs of invisible hands, quickly And sensitively adjusted the angle, Duncan felt the ship under his feet shaking and tilting slightly, pointing the bow to a certain direction in the boundless sea, and the sound of fine waves hitting the hull was mixed with the sound from the Lost Home itself. The “perception signal” echoed softly in the depths of his mind.

For some reason, the moment the ship turned its course, he seemed to suddenly feel that the atmosphere on the ship had quietly changed. The scenery around him was still exactly the same, but… he seemed to hear

the ship let out a light sigh of satisfaction. sigh.

Duncan left the captain’s cabin and strolled to the deck. He raised his head in the night, stared at the bulging sails and towering masts, and then reached out and tapped on a railing passing by, thoughtfully. He said, “Are you bored with aimless drifting too?”

The Lost Country didn’t speak, only a slight creak came from below the deck, and a few cables nearby made a rustling sound. Wandering over like a snake, dangling around Duncan.

“…It’s not cute, it’s even a bit scary,” Duncan glanced at the cables. “That’s how you scared Alice to run away last time, right?

” .

Duncan took a light breath, ready to enjoy the refreshing night breeze on the sea, but suddenly, a distant “touch” suddenly appeared in his consciousness.

He didn’t realize what it was at first, but then he realized that this touch came from the city-state of Pland.

In the Puland city-state, Duncan, who was on the second floor of the antique shop, blinked suddenly, and then immediately looked in a certain direction – that was Nina’s room next door.

In his field of vision, a cluster of dark green flames was beating rapidly in the room—but it wasn’t Nina, but the imprint left on Shirley’s body.

The cluster of flames sensed the growth of extraordinary power, and sensed that the host’s emotions were fluctuating abnormally.

What happened to Shirley? !

Duncan didn’t hesitate much, got up and rushed out of the room to the door of Nina’s bedroom. He knocked lightly on the door, but there was no movement inside.

He was a little hesitant at this moment, but in the next second, he felt the imprint left on Shirley’s body beating again.

You can’t think too much at a time like this——Duncan pushed Nina’s door open.

Just like when she was a child, Nina always sleeps without locking the door.

The bedroom was dark, only the faint light from the street lamps spilling in from the window illuminated the outlines of things in the room. As far as he could see, Duncan didn’t see anything abnormal.

Shirley and Nina were sleeping quietly on the bed, with one head facing the end of the bed, and the other lying on each other’s stomach.

…the sleeping position is very artistic.

Of course Duncan wasn’t interested in paying attention to the sleeping positions of the two girls. He had already noticed that Shirley’s brows were furrowed, and on her arm that was usually used to summon a dog and coexist with chains, a tiny black line was appearing. Walk slowly.

Duncan frowned slightly, and then activated the imprint left on Shirley’s body, trying to use the special properties of the spiritual body fire to find the source of “corrosion” in the room.

In his opinion, Shirley’s current state, coupled with the warning of the imprint, is undoubtedly a sign that the extraordinary power is eroding.

A tiny green flame rose up beside Shirley, and the dark green flame illuminated the surroundings. However, the flame flickered a few times, and finally stayed in place.

There was no erosion in the room.

Duncan frowned, and he moved closer to observe Shirley’s tightly furrowed brows.

Because he is not sure how much the spiritual body fire will affect the living, he cannot directly release a large area of flames to “scan” the entire room like in the factory, but even a little bit of sparks from the spiritual body fire should have an impact on the living beings. It is only right to respond to the strange supernatural power.

Corrosion… not in the real world? Spirit level? Or something else?

Duncan was thoughtful, and then he seemed to think of something, so he got up and quietly exited the room. After closing the door and returning to his bedroom, he saw the pigeon spirit who was dozing off on the window sill.

“Walk in the spirit world.”

Amidst the series of “cuckoo” protests after Ai was awakened, Duncan once again entered the dark space filled with endless starlight, and then he calmed down, perceiving the White Oak and Van Like Na, she perceives the surrounding starlight as her own “imprint”.

This is not difficult, because the imprint was intentionally left by him, and it is far clearer and more stable than the “Mars” on Fan Na’s body. Duncan locked onto the starlight that belonged to Shirley almost instantly… Shirley opened her eyes in the dark

. eyes, and found that he was sleeping on a familiar yet unfamiliar little bed.

She felt the darkness and sat up, her mind was dull for a long time before she regained consciousness a little bit, she looked around in confusion, and finally distinguished the outlines of some things from the darkness.

Some familiar and distant memories gradually came to life. After seeing the scene around her clearly, Shirley finally opened her eyes wide.

The next second, she suddenly jumped off the bed, and at the same time uttered a series of extremely annoyed, even trembling, trembling, which seemed to reveal fear and nervous curse: “Damn, damn, damn… X! Damn it’s this again , It’s this again! My f*c*king!”

A series of loud cursing broke the silence in the darkness, but the cursing sound was not Xue Li’s familiar voice, but a younger, more immature child’s voice that only existed in memory, she jumped When she got to the ground, she saw that her hands and feet had become as thin and immature as in her memory. She was wearing a light pink pajamas, which was exactly the same as in her memory. The damaged cuffs still had the familiar pattern, embroidered with unfamiliar techniques. Puppy going up.

“Don’t f*ck torment me! Don’t f*ck torment me!”

Shirley yelled in the dark room, she rushed to the closed door, punching and kicking to break the mottled wooden board, However, the gate remained motionless as if it was poured with reinforced concrete. She hit it with her head and bit the handle of the gate with her teeth, but this was completely meaningless, she could only hit it with her small body. Then, in the impact, she let the time pass by, let a little morning light come in from the nearby window, and let the sound she least wanted to hear in the early morning of the day came from outside the door.

She heard someone getting up in the next room, footsteps, and things being packed.

She heard one of the footsteps approaching the door, and a very gentle and familiar voice said softly: “Shirley, Shirley? Are you up? Are you still angry?” Shirley’s movement of hitting the door suddenly

stopped When she got down, she leaned against the wooden door as if she had been drained of strength, and pressed against the door panel with all her strength. She didn’t want to listen to it, but she greedily listened to the movement from outside the door.

“Shirley, my dad and I are going to buy you a cake. Today is your birthday…you won’t be angry when we come back, okay?

” But soon, the muttering turned into a shout, “Don’t go…don’t go! Don’t go! Don’t go!”

She finally cried, even though she knew it was useless, she still shouted loudly: “Don’t go! Don’t go!” Get out! Don’t go out, TMD! Don’t go out!”

However, the time still moved to the next second, as if the memory engraved in my mind could not be turned back—the footsteps outside the door were far away.

The sound of a bag being picked up, the distant and indistinct conversation of parents, the doorknob turning, opening, closing, the key turning one turn, then another half turn.

Shirley sat down slowly in the dark and began to count her heartbeat.

When the heartbeat reached the 1,200th beat, the exclamation of fire came from afar.

When the heartbeat reached the 1,600th beat, the pungent smell of smoke and choking smoke began to seep through the crack of the door.

When the heartbeat reached the 1,800th beat, the streets were already full of frantic shouts, and dazzling red light filled the windows, as if the entire city-state had been thrown into molten magma.

When the heartbeat reached the 2,000th beat, a heavy muffled sound came from the direction of the door—the door was broken, as if some giant beast was stepping in with heavy steps, approaching the locked door step by step. Room.

Then, the door of the room finally fell down——the wooden door that Shirley couldn’t break through with all her strength was scattered like shredded paper.

A terrible creature appeared there, it was a huge pitch-black hound, a nightmare made of bones, shadows, smoke and hot ashes twisted together, this demon from the deep was almost impossible for a child of only six years old. It was huge, and now, its empty blood-colored eye sockets had captured the “living creatures” in the room.

Shirley calmly watched the magic dog appearing in front of her eyes.

It was a deep hound—but not yet her dog.

Not the dog with the “heart”, not the dog who rummages through trash cans to find food to feed himself, not the dog who tries to tell bad jokes to amuse himself, only to end up teaching himself a bunch of bad words .

The deep hound stepped into the room.

The sound of chewing flesh and bones sounded.

Shirley was lying on the floor, feeling her limbs being swallowed by the magic dog, the heart-piercing pain filled her mind dullly and numbly after eleven years of memory curtain, she continued to count her heartbeats, Counting when Agou will become his Agou, and calculating how long he will stay here—according to past experience, a week? Or two weeks?

Her consciousness gradually became a little slack, even in this dark dream, those distant, dull and numb pains finally gradually caught up, and in the increasingly blurred vision, she suddenly saw the bed not far away Above, in the deepest darkness of the shadows, a figure appeared at some point.

That figure didn’t seem to appear suddenly, he seemed to be there from the beginning to the end, from this dream, from every dream, even——Shirley didn’t know why she had this amazing idea—even from It was there eleven years ago.

He was sitting there, but it was only now that she realized the existence of this figure for the first time, as if the long-standing fog suddenly broke, allowing her to see the existence behind the fog.

A faint green light appeared out of nowhere, illuminating the face of that figure, gloomy and majestic – Shirley had never seen this face before, but she had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

“No offense intended.”

The gloomy and majestic figure spoke.

(It’s time to push the book~ This time it’s from an old dog’s “My Secret Office”. Acting plays multiple roles to establish a network of influence behind the scenes to help you explore a mysterious world created by humans after the fall of the gods, and finally lead people all over the world to go to heaven together.) (End of this chapter

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