Agnes clearly knew that she did not interfere with Stitch's state through the illusory connection. It was not because Stitch believed that he could rely on herself to stabilize his state, but simply based on the judgment of the connection. There is no need for me to take such actions anymore.
To a certain extent, Agnes does not think that it is a good thing for her to continue to rely on this connection to intervene in Stitch's state. The plan of the Earth Mother and the influence of the original moon also exist in Stitch's life. On the body. It is still unclear whether Stitch's appearance on Olavi Island at this time was affected by some powerful forces, and whether his appearance in front of him means that the masters of these powerful forces have also joined these conspiracies. Calculate......
Agnes glanced at the illusory connection that quickly appeared in front of her eyes. Since this connection has not been severed yet, it means that the other party does not mind her monitoring Stitch through the connection.
The reason for not being able to ask for information about him through Stitch needs to be carefully explored.
Agnes watched the living corpse slowly walk up the stairs in front of the house. The morning star that appeared in the east above his head shone brightly in the dark sky with a dark blue background, and the gloomy night quietly brought... The thin raindrops fell down and flowed down the dirty trousers.
She opened the door casually, and the light of the candlelight caught Agnes's eyes.
Lani's calm face was bright and dark in the light and shadow of the candle, her eyes fixed on Agnes' figure at the door.
Agnes paused for a moment, then walked in without any abnormalities, followed by the living corpse behind her, and closed the door.
"Ella, you brought a guest..." Lani stopped what she had just said. She looked at the living corpse behind Agnes with some surprise, and then looked at Agnes again.
"A dead person... no, a living corpse?" She looked at Agnes.
"Yes." Agnes threw her wide-brimmed hat and leather jacket, which were still dripping with rainwater, into the dirty clothes basket and smoothed her damp hair.
She frowned and looked at the traces of mud and water dragged out behind the living corpse. She pulled up the cellar barrier and the living corpse jumped straight down.
"I need to trouble you to clean up the ground later," Agnes turned to Lani and said, "I have to deal with the body first."
Without waiting for Rani's answer, she jumped down into the cellar.
"Crack."
The baffle fell down, covering the passage on the ground.
Lani sat quietly on the chair for a while, then picked up the candle in front of her with one hand, held the candle with the other hand, stood up at the same time, and walked slowly forward along the corridor.
...
"It looks really bad here." The boy's obviously different accent attracted the attention of the people next to him. After seeing the brand new black suit and straight trousers on his body, he held the top hat on his head with one hand and held it with the other. The young gentleman holding the cane withdrew his gaze.
"You shouldn't use a long sound here. In Loen language, a short sound will be chosen here..." The young gentleman corrected him almost subconsciously.
"Okay, I understand. You will have a long time to correct my language problem." The boy interrupted the young gentleman's words, and fluent Fenebaud came out of his mouth.
"I don't like it here very much," he looked at the faint yellowish sky, where almost no sunlight could be seen. "It's dirty, cold, and smelly..."
"We won't stay here long," the young gentleman said after a moment of silence, "We just need to divert from here to Ahowa County."
"Then can we stay here for a few more days?" The boy turned to look at the young gentleman and asked.
"Didn't you say you don't like it here?" the young gentleman asked in surprise.
"But that doesn't stop me from going to see it," the boy said matter-of-factly. "The lady said that no one can like every aspect of a city. I want to see whether what I hate is the low wall that I can climb over, or the fact that I have to Walls being torn down.”
The young gentleman nodded understandingly and couldn't help but smile.
"Okay, then we'll stay here for a few days, and I'll show you this 'Land of Hope', 'Capital of Ten Thousand Domes', Backlund."
...
Agnes looked at the living corpse that was lying obediently on the iron bed after cleaning itself, eyes closed motionlessly, and thoughtfully playing with the ceremonial silver dagger in her hand.
This corpse of an artificial vampire belonging to the School of Life is undoubtedly a rare object for making a living corpse, even though she recycled the extraordinary properties and gave it to Stitch. Even if the body left behind is not used to make living corpses, it is still a good material containing spirituality. It is slightly higher than the corpses of other extraordinary people of the same level, which can be regarded as the characteristics of the corpses of extraordinary people in the "Medicine Master" sequence.
Of course, to a certain extent, if their corpses are not properly disposed of, it is easy for them to turn into living corpses under certain external influences and disturb the sleep of the deceased. This is why she was able to easily wake up the corpse and manipulate it before. The reason why he walked back here.
But such a corpse still needs some processing, otherwise the spirituality within it cannot be preserved for a long time, and this does not require her to fully mummify the corpse.
And she also wanted to use this corpse to try praying to herself and let half of the corpse's primate stay in the body. What kind of effect would it have?
Agnes pondered for a while, then picked up the silver dagger. Spirituality flowed out from the tip of the silver dagger and turned into a spiritual wall that sealed the entire cellar.
The faint smell of angelica essential oil filled the cellar as the candle burned. Agnes glanced at the still motionless living corpse and recited a spell in Hermes in a low voice.
"Ceaseless expectation;"
“You are endless misery;”
"You are the silent one who never forgets."
"I pray for some help,"
"I pray that you will let half of his spirit stay in the body and assist me in driving him."
The faint gray-black gauze covered half of her field of vision. Agnes clearly saw the ghost soaked in turbid red light. The body of the spirit that was about to disappear was filled with messy black threads. She subconsciously touched her body. Spirituality threw the blood-stained seed in her hand at him. It was the seed of desire that she had harvested in the first place, from the slain pirate captain.
The bloody seeds grew rapidly, and countless branches quickly wrapped around the entire spirit body. The messy black threads seemed to be swallowed up and quickly submerged into the slowly growing seeds. The turbid red light emitted from the bloody seeds. The gray mist dissipated, and a complete black silk thread grew from the sprouted seeds and connected to Agnes's hand.
Agnes blinked, and the gray-black gauze and branches binding the spirit body disappeared in front of her eyes. The dim candlelight flickered out a faint light and shadow, and the living corpse lay quietly on its back on the iron bed, looking nothing like before. difference.
