Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 186
Undead birds condensed from illusory flesh and crystal bones, shrill and piercing female voices, rising and burning green flames—and strange sentences that no one can understand.

Shirley's already somewhat muddled consciousness suddenly came to her senses. She looked at the strange bird that suddenly barged in before her in astonishment, and watched the other party circle around in the air again. The strange birds froze in a strange posture one by one in the circle, as if... the people on the screen in the "movie theater" suddenly stopped moving because of a cassette.

One of these monsters was even frozen in the process of stepping forward, so that his body was almost floating in mid-air, looking weird, horrifying, and somewhat ridiculous.

The undead bird circled again. This time, a door and vortex formed by green flames opened in the air, and then a tall figure stepped out of it, and came in front of Xue Li.

"I remember reminding you that you can ask for help when you encounter difficulties." Duncan lowered his head and quietly looked at the girl who was lying on the ground covered in blood. "Why didn't you come to me?"

"I... I forgot," Shirley blinked. The moment Duncan appeared, she found that the pollution and curse she had suffered from the last missionary was fading rapidly, and with the harsh noises and The frantic consciousness quickly subsided, and her mind gradually recovered, with a strange and tangled look on her face, "I was in a mess just now... Yes, these guys kept screaming, making me dizzy... "

Duncan turned his head slowly, and glanced at the attackers who had been immobilized in mid-air by Ay's high ping blow.

This is the first time he has seen this kind of strange... thing, it looks a bit like a human, and it is still wearing human tattered clothes, but its whole body is mutated to the point where it almost loses its human appearance. Extending from one joint, with a fanatical and funny look on his face, almost uglier than Agou.

Duncan frowned, and looked back at Shirley: "They beat you? Where did this come from?"

"They beat me!" Shirley said loudly immediately. The moment she blurted out this sentence, she felt that something was wrong, but she quickly put this strange feeling aside, "I didn't Knowing where these guys came from, Ah Gou said they were missionaries of the end, those lunatics who followed the subspace..."

"Finally preacher...the one who followed the subspace?!" Duncan was a little careless at first, but after hearing the second half of Shirley's words, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and then he seemed to think of something, and immediately looked at it. To Ay, "Don't drop them yet!"

While he was speaking, the final missionaries whose figures were frozen by Ai Yi had signs of flickering figures, but Ai quickly flapped his wings, and the three attackers who were about to be isolated from reality Then he returned to the real dimension suddenly, and Ai Yi's sharp cry sounded in the room: "The network is connected, the network is connected!"

"Send them aboard," Duncan nodded to Pigeon Spirit, "I'll meet them on the deck over there."

"Mission must be achieved! Mission must be achieved!"

Ai screamed twice, and quickly drew a vortex of flames in the air, and the figures of the three final missionaries disappeared in the blink of an eye in the rising spirit body fire.

In the dimly lit room, only Duncan, Agou, Shirley, and three corpses not far away were smashed into final evangelistic pies by the Meteor Dog.

Shirley stared blankly at what happened in front of her, and watched those subspace believers who almost killed her and Agou disappear into the room in the blink of an eye—this "battle" ended so strangely and easily , not even a fight at all.

Mr. Duncan didn't make a move at all. From the beginning to the end, he didn't care about the methods or special curses of those final missionaries. He just appeared here, and then he seemed to have a little interest in those guys, so he took them away It's like picking up a few stones on the side of the road.

He may not have realized that those cultists have "combat power".

At this moment, Duncan's voice suddenly came, interrupting Shirley's random thoughts: "How is your injury?"

Shirley suddenly woke up from the thought of "Mr. Duncan is so scary". Her first reaction was to show off her habitually, pretending to be dismissive of her injuries, but just as she was about to speak, she bared her teeth and let out a grin. The piercing pain in her back and the pain in her arms came at the same time, and she couldn't help cursing: "It hurts like hell..."

Duncan looked at her with concern: "Do you want to send you to the hospital?"

"Don't!" Shirley reacted suddenly, and continued to grin her teeth while trying to support her body, "I have no money..."

Duncan was dumbfounded: "Is this a matter of money? You are already like this!"

"I haven't finished," Shirley finally sat up. "My physique is different from ordinary people. If I go to the hospital, I will definitely be discovered. If it gets the church's attention, I can't explain it, and you see——"

As she spoke, she raised her arm so that Duncan could look at her wound.

The wound is healing - after the curse and pollution of the last missionary faded, her self-healing ability has returned, and now the hideous tear is no longer bleeding, and the pollutants deep in the wound have been squeezed by the squirming flesh When it comes out, the growth rate of the new meat can be seen with the naked eye.

And the heaviest wound on her back is also gradually recovering. Although it still hurts, Shirley knows that she survived this time.

"As long as those final missionaries don't keep pushing, I'm not afraid of them," Shirley raised her head stiffly, "How can I lie on the ground with my usual injury... Hiss hurts..."

A slight clicking sound suddenly came from not far away, interrupting Shirley's muttering.

She and Duncan looked at the sound at the same time, but saw that the sound was coming from a dying missionary, whose deformed and mutated body turned into a gray-white mass like weathered rock at some point , and began to shatter inch by inch, the residue continued to peel off, and then weathered into ash before landing, and quickly dissipated.

And while the corpses of those missionaries continued to weather and peel off, the room shrouded in curtains also changed—the shadow that had lingered outside the window before began to fade rapidly, and the light from the street lamps from the direction of the street also returned. Once normal, the abnormal shadow in the room and the cold malice entrenched everywhere also dissipated.

"...Finally the missionaries dedicate themselves to the subspace, now is the time to pay the price," Agou's voice muffled, answering Duncan's confusion, "These scum will be swallowed up by the subspace, even a speck of dust Neither will stay in the real world."

"...Then this kind of cultist is quite environmentally friendly when he dies," Duncan thought thoughtfully, "it saves the trouble of cleaning up the scene."

Then he turned to look at Shirley: "Is it better? If it's better, then come with me."

At the same time as the voice fell, a cluster of dark green flames also appeared in the air at the same time, Ai flew out of the flames, circled around and landed on his shoulder.

"Walking with you?" Shirley didn't react immediately, "Where are you going..."

"You don't plan to stay here today, do you?" Duncan raised his finger and pointed at the mess in the room. "Do you think this place can still live?"

Shirley stood up slowly leaning on the wall, her eyes swept over the old house where she and Agou lived together for many years.

There are smashed furniture everywhere, and there are residues after being corroded everywhere. The valuable and worthless things have been completely destroyed.

In fact, there were not many things.

Shirley lowered her eyelids and remained silent for a while.

"The patrolling guards don't seem to have noticed the movement here, we can still pack our things," Duncan sighed, he knew Shirley's current mood, but he couldn't comfort him, "But no matter what, it is definitely not possible to live here Now—even if you don’t consider these smashed things, you have to consider whether there will be more attackers in the future. Although I don’t know why those final missionaries will come to you, but you have already been targeted by them ..."

Duncan didn't go on.

He knew that Shirley was a child who was far more mature than her appearance. This girl had grown up in a harsh environment, so she should know the priorities.

"I... pack my things." Shirley said in a muffled voice.

"Need help?" Duncan asked.

"No need," Shirley shook her head, "There are... very few things."

She really has very little stuff.

Duncan only waited for a short while, and Shirley packed the things she wanted to take away from several corners. They were just some inconspicuous old things, including a little rag doll that was about to fall apart. There are also a few old clothes that have not been destroyed, and two small slightly deformed iron boxes, which seem to contain jingling bits and pieces.

She put all these things into a small old box, and brought the box to Duncan, lowering her head obediently: "It's all packed."

Agou turned his head to look at the small box in Shirley's hand, and muttered in a muffled voice, "You took all these away...so we won't come back from now on?"

Shirley said nothing.

Duncan quietly glanced at the girl in front of him, a gentle smile slowly appeared on his face.

He stepped forward and pressed the girl's hair.

"Come on, go home."

The dark green flame rose into the sky, and the undead bird spread its wings in the flames, blocking Shirley's view of looking back at the cabin for the last time.

(End of this chapter)