"Open your mouth, don't move, let me take a look." Della held a cotton swab in her hand and poked Hecate's throat several times.
"Ms. Della, when will things get better? Even if I were a spirit, it would be very uncomfortable to be poked like this." Hecate opened her mouth and said with great grievance.
"Don't worry, Xiao Hei, this is a necessary process to detect the state of your spirit body. I have to see what kind of damage your spirit body suffered to enter such a weak state." Della's tone was very serious. It was gentle, but the movement of the hand did not slow down, and the cotton swab was quickly inserted into Hecate's throat.
"Is this making nucleic acid?" Plisson looked at the movements of Hecate and Della. Although he couldn't understand it, he still understood. After all, Della was a master of spiritual body cultivation, such as repairing the spirit body. It is normal for Plisson not to understand such a complicated matter.
"This is testing the state of the spirit body. The state of the humanoid spirit body mainly depends on the tongue and throat." Mr. Snake, wearing a crow mask, spoke, seemingly answering Plisson's inner doubts.
"Is that so?" Plissen nodded thoughtfully. After arriving at Xumingjiao, people found houses to stay here temporarily. Even Naimii went to take care of Antila, who had not yet fully recovered.
Only Plissen, Onai and Hecate were left, following Della and Mr. Snake, to a house filled with various alchemical instruments and reagents.
Della quickly made it clear that the most important thing at the moment was to cure Hecate, who was in a weak state.
As the ship spirit of the Black Emperor, one of the Four Seas artifacts, Heka's spiritual state affects the specific strength of the Black Emperor. If Hecate can return to its peak state, just the undead domain methods that can be used directly through the ship's hull will It was probably enough for Joseph to drink a pot.
With Della's spiritual body refining skills combined with the greeting card push in the prime state, even if Joseph has been promoted to a saint, they still have a good chance of winning.
What's more, the Ghost City is not an undertide port. It is directly bordered by the spirit world. Not only is it unable to form a large formation to suppress the undead and resurrect the dead, it can actually be regarded as the home ground of the spirit body.
Therefore, restoring Hecate's state can be said to be the top priority at the moment.
"Decayment, spiritual withering, and the remnants of the power of sinful karma, Xiaohei, are you fooling around with those evil spirits from the Fallen Sect? How did you end up like this?" Della looked at some people. The blackened cotton swab looked distressed and sighed.
"It's nothing! Miss Della, please stop making fun of me."
"Don't be angry. Your spiritual state is really bad. I'm just curious about what happened to you to make you like this." Della threw the blackened cotton swab into a cup of green on the table. The solution seemed to have a corrosive effect, and the cotton swab made a sizzling sound as soon as it was thrown in.
"When the Earl's soul completely returned to the River Styx, I used a secret method to forcefully retain the Earl's soul, allowing it to temporarily remain in the world for a quarter of an hour. My spirit body may have been contaminated by the filth of the River Styx at that time, causing Hecate's lips pursed slightly, recalling what happened in Pandimaninan.
"There is still the power of sin in your body. What happened to you and the count? Even the one who became the leader of the fallen sect
The arrogant archbishop of the "Ten Saints" probably wouldn't be able to force the earl with Field's help into such a desperate situation, right? "Della continued to ask.
"The count's goal of revenge can be classified as a fallen sect, but in terms of ranking, it is much higher than those of the archbishops." Hecate said bitterly.
"...Fallen Prophet?"
"No, not Him." Hecate shook her head.
"You mean...the count's target of revenge is the Seven Sins God?" Della said in surprise.
"One of the seven sins is 'greed'." Hecate nodded.
"How is the result?"
"The Earl and Field put an end to 'Greed', a source of disaster that lasted for thousands of years, at the cost of their lives. The remaining power of sin in my body should have been left behind when I came into contact with 'Greed'." Hecate slowly said said.
"No wonder, this level of sinful power can only be possessed by the Seven Sins God who holds the power of sinful karma." Della gently touched Hecate's face, and then grabbed a piece of paper on the table. He sprinkled the crimson dust on the hand that he had just touched Hecate.
After a delay of a few seconds, a thick black mist rose from Della's fingertips. Its shape was turbid, as if there were floating insects entangled with each other in the mist.
"Your situation is much worse than I imagined. The power of sin has taken root in your decaying spirit body. It is difficult for simple spirit body refining methods to effectively help your recovery. If I am promoted to With the help of the connector, I may be able to restore your spiritual state with the help of the power of the spiritual world, but as far as my current state is concerned, it is difficult to get you out of your current weak state." Della shook her head, and then blew lightly. With his breath, he blew away the turbid black fog floating in front of him.
"Then...is there any other way?"
"Don't worry, Xiao Hei. Although I can't do anything to restore your condition, my colleague is far more accomplished than me in alchemy, especially in the aspect of spirit body refining. With his help, you can It shouldn’t be a problem for the spiritual body to return to its full state.” Della looked at Mr. Snake sitting beside him.
Mr. Snake said nothing, and his face wearing a crow mask slightly moved towards Hecate, as if he agreed to help.
"The Void Horn intersects with the spirit world. Perhaps it would be better to treat Miss Hecate in the spirit world." Mr. Snake stretched out his left hand, and the shadow of a broken wine glass flashed across his palm. Then the entire laboratory seemed to be covered with a hazy veil, as if it had fallen into another realm.
"Mr. Pleasant, Miss Onai, your spirit bodies are still a little fragile compared to professional alchemists. My 'treatment' method may have some bad effects on the surrounding spirits. So you two should stay in Xumingjiao for the time being." Mr. Snake's voice came out through the mask, and in the hazy realm, it seemed particularly deep and ethereal.
"Miss Hecate, please get some sleep first..." When Mr. Snake's voice came again, Pleasant felt that everything in front of him was separated from himself.
The strange hazy feeling gradually disappeared, and everything around him returned to normal. However, in the alchemy laboratory that originally had five people, only himself and Onai were left.
"Captain, you are as despised as I am." Onai pulled the corner of Plisson's clothes.
"The alchemist is quite abstract and likes to do things with gods and ghosts, but I have to say that the things he does are quite mysterious." Pleasant stretched out his hand to grab the hazy and fragmented image in front of his eyes just now. The feeling was still fresh in his memory.
"By the way, Captain, have you told that weird guy with the mask our names?"
"...No, this may be some method of the alchemist, using divination or perception to know our names in advance." Pleasant looked at the position where Mr. Snake was standing just now, if there is any Said thoughtfully.
Mr. "Snake"? The name in this format sounds a bit familiar. Did I know a Mr. or Ms. before?
Pulley felt like he had some impression, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
"Forget it, let's see what's going on with Old Snake." Plisson patted Onai's shoulder and led him out of the alchemy laboratory filled with many instruments and reagents.
