The song of the deep divers trembled with the water, and a faint red glow emanated from the huge golden statue of Lord Fertan.

The head of the octopus organizing the ceremony, with a glimmer of light in its dark yellow oblate eyes.

As he lifted the golden staff in his hand, which was shrouded in blood mist, a low murmur began to mingle with the song. It adds a touch of weirdness to this creepy voice.

The blood-stained sea condensed on the idol, and the red light of the statue of Photan grew more and more, almost completely covering the gold.

The idol seemed to show signs of melting, but only a little bit, and at the end of a hymn, the idol returned to its original form.

The octopus head had a look of disappointment on his face, and with a wave of his hand, black foam enveloped his body, and he disappeared in front of the diver.

Gradually, the consciousness of the deep divers began to return, and they dispersed in groups of three or five.

Dipper has been here for a relatively short time, has no social circle of his own, and he floats alone in the water, looking a little out of place.

"The family looks a little unhappy today, and they haven't even prayed to the end. Charles looked at the position of the octopus's head just now and muttered to himself.

Soon the surroundings were empty, and Dipper's webbed soles began to swing as he walked home.

As soon as he came out of the prayer building, Dip saw six people next to him tying up a killer whale with seaweed, and they cut its skin with knives and put a black one inside.

The killer whale began to twitch violently, and its mouth continued to let out a scream of extreme pain.

Hearing this, the deep divers' faces showed excitement, as if they could be amused by torturing others.

But that wasn't the end of it, as the divers standing in front of the fish's head began to pull out half of their unusually sharp shells, ready to skin the killer whales.

Suddenly, they stopped, beckoned to Deepp, and looked at their dead-gray eyes with no eyelids, Dip shook his head and stepped back.

The divers who tortured the killer whales didn't care when they saw the little guy who had just arrived, and they didn't care.

The newcomers are so shy, but it doesn't matter, he'll join in when he's been here for decades, centuries, even millennia, when he's done with any fun.

Dipper silently swam home, and the people around him began to do everything they could to please themselves, and by their way they could judge the length of age.

Pure sex and games are basically children who have just come down for decades, and they start to torture others or self-harm are some middle-aged people who are hundreds of years old, and the older they are, the more cruel they become.

As for the old people over a thousand years old, most of them will go back to their rooms, and Dip doesn't know and doesn't want to know what they're doing in there.

Just as he swam past a pair of tangled clansmen, a female diver appeared in front of him.

At the sight of her, Dip had a hint of fear on his face, it was his mother.

The female deepdiver raised her dark green claws, and Dip quickly shook her head and slowly began to retreat.

Suddenly, a cold body came up from behind, and Dipper turned around, it was his mother's mother.

Then his feet were cold, and he looked down to see that it was his mother's other child, his sister.

The three of them hugged Dip at the same time, their cold bodies rubbing against each other.

"Ahh!!hh

The three of them glanced at each other and swam towards the ball of meat tangled by the seven or eight deep divers next to them.

Deepp cowered in the corner of his room, huddled in fear and trembling.

As an orphan, he longed for his family so much that when he was a beggar, he even drew his family on the ground, lying on the ground, and pretending to be with them.

Even if he was hungry, he would happily imagine how gentle his mother was, how strong his father was, how kind his grandmother was, and how happy he would be with them.

When he first came to Ihasri, he hugged his mother for the first time with this feeling, but what happened next frightened him, and the family he wanted was not like this, definitely not like this.

Dipper felt extremely disgusted, but what frightened him even more was that in the depths of his dark mind, there was actually a trace of compromise wavering.

"Hey... You say, if we stay here, we'll slowly become like them......" A voice came from Deep's head.

Faced with this question, none of the three personalities answered, they vaguely knew the answer.

Half a bell passed, and another voice rang out in Deepp. "I don't know what you think, I want to be a captain, I want to go back to the island. ”

Dip swam to the house on the east side of the house and picked up a mirror he had found in the shipwreck.

Inside the mirror was Deep's reflection, eyes that protruded so that his eyelids could not be closed, grayish-green skin, teeth as long as pins, and dark red fins on his head.

"Don't think about it, we can't go back, we're monsters now, we're not humans anymore. ”

The hand with sharp nails suddenly moved, and it inserted and frantically pulled at the green scales on its face, as if trying to tear off the horror outside.

Unfortunately, underneath the scales is not the smooth skin of humans, but a layer of fleshy muscle.

A crying voice exploded in Deep's head. "I'm going back to the Narwhal!I'm going on an expedition with the captain!!I'm the narwhal boatswain!!"

The other personality and Depp stopped the self-harming behavior.

Just as Dip was calming down his emotionally broken personality, a peculiar tremor was heard from outside the barnacle-covered door.

This is someone blowing a warning conch, which means that there is a boat on it.

Dipu put down the mirror in his hand, pushed open the door and swam out, and when he raised his head, he found that on the water overhead, several small boats were slowly passing by,

Dipper didn't move, for he saw the people with harpoons in their hands surrounding the boat.

Humans here represent not only prayer items, but also new objects of torture.

But at that moment, something jumped off the boat overhead, and it seemed to be a human.

The on-the-spot divers had no intention of attacking, but instead led them towards the city below.

This scene intrigued everyone, including Deep, and they quickly swam over.

Soon he saw that the identities of the people who had come off the boat were a group of guys in black robes.

They floated neatly through the water, like a group of ghosts in the water.

Seeing that special style of robes, Dip knew the identities of these people, he had seen this kind of robes, they were people from the Photanist Cult.

The ripple of the sea made Dip see the terrifying face hidden under the cloak.

The mouth that should have had teeth was full of octopus tentacles with suction cups, and the family members they had just organized a prayer ceremony were different.

Their tentacles are thinner and denser, like whiskers.