Agou staggered for two steps, and finally stopped. Streams of black smoke rose from the gaps in its bones. The bones in its body were shaking like convulsions, and under its bloody In his eyes, the light was flickering.
Such an obvious and abnormal reaction naturally startled Shirley, who immediately stopped and shook Agou's huge head while anxiously calling the other person's name - after calling it a full seven or eight times, Agou finally came back to his senses, and looked up sluggishly, making a hoarse and low voice in his throat: "Why am I suddenly a little... unable to walk..."
"Are you okay?" Duncan also came closer at this time. He frowned and looked at the Deep Hound, who was obviously in a bad state, with some concern in his tone, "What's wrong with you?"
"I... don't feel any discomfort,"
Agou's head was shaking, as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment, "I just feel that I have no strength, and... I really don't want to get close to those things."
"You really don't want to get close?" Duncan turned back and glanced at the pile of weird things that were still slowly squirming in the firelight, like a mountain of silt.
Is this weird pile of "mud" affecting Agou? Some kind of instinctive suppression?
Agou's unusual reaction attracted everyone's attention, and immediately made Duncan think. The first thing he thought of was whether Agou's peculiar "perception" that far exceeded that of human beings had observed something invisible again. .
But judging from Agou's reaction, it didn't seem to "see" anything unusual.
"The Nether Hounds are somewhat of a relatively powerful group among the Nether Demons.
It's rare for someone to become like this when faced with the pressure of a powerful individual." Fanna knelt down and touched the bone fragments on A'Gou's body without any concern, then looked back, "What's more, that thing doesn't exist at all. It doesn’t exude any coercive atmosphere...
"How many, two words can be removed," Shirley muttered beside her, "Agou is already very powerful..."
"Not great, I'm not great at all," Agou shook his head quickly, "Isn't this place a bit too evil? How about we come back next time?"
"It's impossible to come back next time. This ghost ship may not always be here waiting for us to explore again and again," Duncan shook his head, "But your current state is indeed not suitable for moving on."
Agou is being affected by some inexplicable force. If he continues to get close to the pile of things, it is very likely to have unpredictable consequences. The best way now is to temporarily return him and Shirley to the Lost Home.
Duncan waved to the side, and Ai immediately flew over, hovering in the air and shouting: "Who is calling the ship... This is a trap! Abandon the ship and escape!"
"You take Shirley and Agou back to the Lost Home first." Duncan didn't pay attention to the bird's cry. He raised his finger and pointed at Agou who was lying on the ground and Shirley who looked worried next to him. Then he thought for a moment and pointed. He pointed at Nina and said, "Take Nina back as well."
"Ah?" Nina didn't react for a moment, "Why should I go back too? I'm in good condition now!"
"That thing just tried to copy you. Although it was beaten and broken by you, I don't know if the big guys at the end will react differently when you get closer." Duncan explained simply, "In this case, think about it. There’s no harm in being thoughtful.”
Nina listened carefully and immediately nodded obediently: "Ah, okay, then I'll go back."
Duncan had originally prepared some words of persuasion. After all, Nina was a curious girl and had always been looking forward to this kind of adventure. However, he did not expect that the other party would agree so readily. This made him a little shocked, but he soon smiled. He shook his head.
She is still so sensible.
The flames of the undead bird roared through the cabin, taking Shirley, Agou and Nina out of the Obsidian.
But this space did not fall into darkness because of Ai's departure - the piles of bonfires lit by Duncan using the dry and stagnant mud as fuel still illuminated this eerie place.
The pile of strange substances entrenched at the end of the cabin was still squirming quietly, as if half asleep and half awake.
The Buddha is dormant in his sleep.
But when Duncan cast his eyes on the pile of matter again, there was another clear "plop" sound coming from inside the thing.
"The children are gone," Duncan breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the pile of dark matter. "Now it's up to the adults to solve this problem."
His steps did not hesitate, and as he approached step by step, the pile of crawling matter that seemed to be in a sleeping state immediately reacted - the creeping at its edges became more and more obvious, and the surface expanded and contracted more and more frequently. , the pulsating sound coming from inside is getting faster and louder.
By the last ten meters, it had completely turned into a heartbeat with a clear rhythm.
Thump, thump, thump - the sound of clear and powerful heartbeats kept coming, echoing clearly in this open and dark cabin!
But apart from the continuous heartbeat and the increasingly intense squirming on the surface, this pile of things didn't have any other reaction.
Until Duncan came to it, it only maintained this "vibrant" state.
"Goddess... what on earth is this blasphemous thing..."
Fanna frowned tightly and said with disgust.
After getting close enough, she could see the shape of this pile of matter more clearly - it did not have the outline of any living body at all, and its surface seemed to be flowing with mud, but from time to time, some suspicious shapes emerged in the mud. The bumps and convexities look like half-melted organs or suddenly expanded blood vessels and nerve bundles. While constantly making heartbeat sounds, it also exhibits characteristics that seem to respond to external stimuli - these characteristics are ultimately attributed to Continuous blind movements.
Since the day she became the inquisitor, Vanna has seen countless heresies and evils, but the blasphemy and evil degree of the thing in front of her still shocked her.
Even Alice next to her was a little dazed. Miss Doll stared at the pile of things for a long time before she said, "It looks like I can't cook..."
Vanna looked at Alice with wide eyes for a moment - she was shocked again.
Morris, on the other hand, gave full play to the carefulness and curiosity that a scholar should have. He seemed to ignore his psychological discomfort and resistance. After approaching the pile of matter, he studied it carefully for a long time, and then suddenly the pile of things began to expand, contract, and squirm. I saw some clues: "There seems to be something wrapped in it!"
"Inside?" Duncan was startled for a moment, and then he noticed the clue that Morris found: on the edge of the pile of mud, there seemed to be a small piece of something that looked like a fragment of clothing.
Is this squirming pile of mud really just a mulch?
After realizing this, Duncan immediately stretched out his hand and pointed at the pile of squirming things.
The countless bonfires burning around the cabin immediately spread out countless lines of fire, and the spiritual flames converged on the pile of "living mud" almost in the blink of an eye.
The spiritual flames burned instantly!
The flame was grand, but it was precisely controlled. Duncan ordered the flame to only burn away the black sludge without harming other substances inside. Under his conscious catalysis and control, in just a few seconds, the disgusting pile was completely destroyed. The squirming things were burned completely.
What was originally covered in the depths of this pile of matter finally appeared before everyone's eyes.
"This is……"
Morris looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment.
A human being, a middle-aged man, was leaning on a pile of wreckage and fell into the embers after the spiritual flames burned. His eyes were wide open, as if he was fighting for his life with some fierce enemy before dying, but he died with one hand. Covering his mouth tightly, as if to restrain the huge terror, his body showed a shocking state——
More than half of the body had been dissolved by something, turning into a horrifying decomposition structure.
Only one heart, exposed outside the open chest, was beating slowly and forcefully.
Plop...Plop...Plop...
The sound of a heartbeat that seemed to contain some strong will echoed throughout the cabin.
It turns out that Duncan was all the way
The heartbeat you hear when you get closer actually comes from this heart.
But the human was clearly dead, and his heartbeat did not indicate any signs of life.
"A human?" Vanna immediately frowned and carefully looked at the middle-aged man who died in the deepest part of the Obsidian. "Is this also a replica made by the Obsidian?"
"The body structure is distorted and mutated, in line with the characteristics of the replica, but something seems wrong..." Morris muttered in a low voice, carefully fiddled with the remaining limb structure of the body with his cane, and he observed Those torn pieces of clothing, judging what they should look like when complete, "This clothes... looks like a uniform."
"This is indeed a uniform."
Duncan suddenly said that he seemed to have discovered something. As he spoke, he bent down, ignoring the hideous remains, and fumbled around the beating heart, and took out something from a piece of rag. thing.
It was a small badge with identity and name written on it.
"He is the captain of the Obsidian, Christo Barberi." Duncan glanced at the badge and said calmly.
