Deep Sea Embers

Hearing the words of the death priest in front of him, the old guard did not cooperate immediately like ordinary grave guards, but frowned dissatisfiedly: "I am the guard of the cemetery. The action also required the recusal of the caretaker."

"The situation is special, old sir," the short man in black said with a serious and sincere tone, and after seeing the stubborn expression on the old guard's face, he finally sighed, "Okay, Actually, I shouldn’t have told you—this corpse is going to be sent to the Cathedral of Tranquility.”

"The Cathedral of Tranquility?" The old guard subconsciously said, "What is this..."

"The 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 the scene, the better," the short man said with a serious face, "It's not just that you have to avoid it." , I and one of my colleagues will also avoid with you."

While speaking, the tall and strong man among the men in black also stood up and silently came to the side of the short man.

The old guard looked at the two black-clothed priests in front of him, and then at the black-clothed woman standing beside the mortuary table—the latter had already taken out the herbs and holy oil from her carry-on at this moment, and began A temporary altar was set up in the open space in front of the mortuary.

"Well, since mines and pollution are involved, then this is not my responsibility," the old man finally gave up his stubbornness. He shrugged, put away his shotgun, turned and walked towards the cemetery path, and greeted the other Two men in black, one tall and one short, said, "Come on, I still have some hot tea in my hut, and you can also warm up in it. The cemetery is colder at night than outside."

The two men in black looked at each other, and said casually as they walked up to the old man, "Then thank you for your hospitality, old man."

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

And a coffin that has now quieted down.

Duncan lay quietly in the coffin, while thinking about the conversation with the guard just now, while guessing the origins of the few unexpected guests who appeared later.

The landing trip in Frost...was really different from that of Prand. Although it didn't look very smooth, it was also a lot of fun.

The only thing that makes him dissatisfied is the poor execution efficiency of this body.

Duncan raised his hand in the coffin, watching a cluster of small green flames jumping at his fingertips, illuminating the small space.

Fortunately, the effect of the fire of the spirit body is not affected.

In the flickering green firelight, he saw cheap and poor-quality wooden boards, rough linen lining, densely packed runes on the coffin lid, and a triangular emblem in the center of the runes—that should be the mark of Bartok, the god of death.

Those runes and emblems are obviously not "noble handmade products", but should be printed directly with a machine, and the effect is similar anyway.

Duncan pricked up his ears again, listening carefully to the movement outside the coffin.

The coffin was very thin, and the seal was not tight enough. He could clearly hear the conversations of people outside. He had just heard the sound of the guard and the two uninvited guests leaving, and now he could hear some rustling The movement seemed to be that the people who stayed were walking around the coffin.

What are they going to do?

The woman in black stopped setting up an altar in front of the mortuary table.

She stood up, glanced at the direction in which the guard was leaving, and after confirming that the stubborn old guard had gone far away, she spat on the ground next to her, and then walked towards the coffin in front of her.

The "altar" that had just been set up was stepped on by her indifferently, and the herbal powder and the pottery container containing the oil were kicked away.

The taciturn man in black had already come to the side of the coffin. He shook his cane, and a metal elbow popped out from the end of the cane, turning it into a crowbar.

"Wait a minute," the woman in black raised her hand to stop her partner, then came to the coffin, curled her fingers and tapped, "Are you still there?"

"Ah, yes," Duncan replied immediately, "what's the matter?"

The woman in black frowned, as if a little confused, but then said blankly: "Do you know who you are?"

"...I don't know," Duncan said casually, "Actually, I'm still confused. I don't know how I got here, and just after I left, a cemetery guard said that I was actually a dead person. The sky will burn up... What the hell happened? What are you guys doing?"

"Ah, we are here to help you," the woman in black said lightly, "You don't want to be burned, do you?"

"Of course—although it is true that the frosty winter is very cold, it is still too challenging to keep warm in the crematorium. Are you going to let me out?"

"Your joke is as cold as this night, sir," the woman in black laughed, "Of course, we will let you out, and then you just need to go with us, and you don't have to worry about anyone continuing to trouble you. "

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

The woman in black restrained her expression, stepped back slightly, and nodded to the silent man holding a crowbar: "Pry it open."

The silent man stepped forward immediately, and with the sound of creaking and prying, the weak coffin was quickly opened, and then he pushed forward with his cane, completely pushing the dark coffin lid aside.

The plank slid off the platform and fell heavily on the gravel.

The woman in black raised a finger and made a gesture of silence, but a hoarse and low grunt came from her throat, which didn't sound like a human voice.

And with her "silence" gesture, the coffin lid fell on the ground without making a sound, and even in the blink of an eye, the heavy board turned into black dust that drifted with the wind and disappeared without a sound. In the night.

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

A pale man with thick limbs and a dark brown coat sat up from inside, looking at them curiously.

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

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

"Don't worry." Duncan sat in the coffin, shook his head with a smile, "The chains on your body are really unique—your deep demons are also very unique, I thought they were only dogs."

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

"camouflage?"

Duncan raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the two people in front of him——

A woman, wearing a long dress with a dull color, her face looks thin and mean, and a dark chain protrudes between her neck and her collarbone. The chain is obviously integrated with her body, as if extending directly from her collarbone The end of the chain is connected to an ugly strange bird made of twisted black bones.

Black smoke billowed from the strange bird's body, and it was landing firmly on the woman's shoulder. The two blood-colored holes on its head were staring at Duncan, and every bone in its body was trembling slightly.

The other is a thin man wearing a thick gray-blue coat. A chain extends directly from his throat. The other end of the chain is connected to a huge jellyfish floating in mid-air. The jellyfish looks like There is no entity, the whole body is composed of floating smoke, and there is a blood-red core deep in it, and the core is constantly expanding and shrinking, just like a heart.

The pitch-black chains coexist with strange creatures surrounded by black smoke.

Obviously, two Annihilation Cultists.

And the two cultists were all shocked at the moment.

"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 the body It's really not very easy to use, "Agou seems to have the talent to interfere with cognition and help symbiotes disguise their identities. So this is your general skill? But with all due respect, your ability to disguise is not very reliable. I've never seen anything go wrong..."

"Stop!" The priestess finally came to her senses, she took a few steps back abruptly, and then raised her finger to Duncan, as if another deep and hoarse voice was mixed in the words that came out of her throat, as if there was another spell cast The latter was chanting a spell through her throat, "I deprive you of the ability to move, order you to stop here!"

Duncan finally stepped off the platform, took two steps forward unhurriedly, and looked curiously at the woman not far away: "So, this is the so-called 'curse' borrowed from the devil's mouth by the so-called Oblivion Cultists?

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

"But now it seems that the effect is not as good as Meteor Dog-at least it can scare me."