"You didn't say it's more of a problem."

Anderson moved quickly to dodge the blackened and shriveled claws of the living corpse, and the blazing white flames ignited in one moment and disappeared in the next.

"That's the city of the living, isn't it?" Agnes was surrounded by a chill, and she laughed at Anderson's movements, the color of Sen Bai spread under her feet, and all the living corpses stiffened in the range of Sen Bai's spread.

"It's good that these are just living corpses made of ordinary people's corpses......" Okfa carried a stick that had come from nowhere, and followed Agnes quickly.

"What did you do before?" Adevina raised her gun and aimed at the living corpse and asked aloud.

"I made the countess disappear." Agnes replied calmly.

The circle of living corpses closest to everyone was so shriveled that it was impossible to see its original face at all, with a kind of confusion that everyone could see. The next moment, they all turned in unison and attacked the living corpses behind them, and then soon after, they were shattered stumps.

"This was supposed to be the last step of this drama, the last step of this ceremony." Agnes added.

“...... The next performance belongs to everyone in the city who can hear the singing......" Edwina's eyes twinkled, looking at the weathered buildings around her, and softly repeating the words she had heard in the church.

"The Tower is there." Agnes pointed to the building that stood on the side of the plaza-like clearing, and her tone was affirmative.

Then she turned her head to the building across the square at the tower, and whispered, "But the Countess is in the town hall. ”

"Two cores in one ritual?" Edwina's voice was filled with doubt.

"Actually, it could be said that there are three cores, the tower, the theater, and the town hall, in fact," said Angness, "both are consumed, and one is told." ”

"It's a unique ritual." Adevina spoke for a long time.

"Maybe it's not so unique," Agnes said after a pause, "at least for the rules of this ritual." ”

She remembered all that she had seen in Bodivia on the night the moon had risen, the crowd of people in the downtown square, the silver roses oozing blood, and the drums of leather that pulsed like salt crystals in the room.

And, of course, a witness, a god who attracts it, or a church buried deep underground?

At least sigh that it doesn't look so bloody? The thought flashed through Angness's mind, and the chill around her body froze a little colder again.

"To be honest, I trust your judgment," Anderson said casually, throwing a few fire ravens, "so I think we should run first." ”

"Do you think we'll be able to run away before it happens?" Agnes asked with a smile as she hooked the corners of her mouth and pointed ahead, "It's going to start right away." ”

In the next moment, the timbre that everyone had heard before, carrying a shuddering singing voice, resounded in everyone's minds with a power that seemed to pierce everything—

"The flesh has rotted,"

"The brilliance is about to dissipate,"

"Hordes of ghosts."

"What are you hesitating about?"

"It's about time,"

"Let's leave unnameable colors!"

And then, everybody saw -

Everything seems to be dyed gray for a moment, but in the gray, there seems to be a strange mottled color rising, and then at some point it all disintegrates and flows in all directions, until everything is dyed with mottled and strange colors.

Beneath those colors, all the shriveled bodies seemed like ignited grease, like charcoal that shimmered with flames.

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"How many days is this?"

The crew asked aloud as they looked at the port, which was still covered by a dark rain curtain.

"I don't know, maybe two days, maybe longer?" Another crew member replied, "Damn, it never got light at all." ”

"A day and a half," replied the crew next to him in an affirmative tone, "the captain taught us how to keep time." ”

"Has the man who went to investigate the lighthouse returned?" The crew on one side asked aloud.

"Just returned," replied the crew on deck, "with a notebook that looked like Rousailwen, and something that looked like a wrapped painting." ”

"Painting?" Someone wondered.

"Wait until the captain comes back to see," replied the crew who came out of the cabin, "it's a little weird, and let's not move it." ”

"Look at the island!"

The exclamation of the crew attracted everyone's attention, and everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look in the direction of the island.

In the dark rain curtain, the deep blue to black sky reflects dappled colors, and then flows downwards under some force, as if it is about to dregify the entire island.

The cliff in the distance twisted and collapsed downwards as if dissolved, and as if it was resisted by something, it forcibly returned to its original shape, but in the end it looked like a light and shadow soaked in mottled colors.

The whispers are like the flapping wings of moths, coming from distant islands, but they sound as if they are even close at hand, or born from the bottom of their hearts.

No one could make a sound, just watched in a daze at what was happening not far away.

"Captain!" After a long time, someone subconsciously screamed.

The person who made the sound subconsciously ran towards the side of the ship, but was stopped when he was turning under the boat.

"Wait," whispered the man who held him, "trust the captain." ”

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"I think we're looking for death."

Anderson whispered as he jumped over the mottled and broken door frame.

"Death, of course," Angnes smiled, "Death has been sought since I set foot on this island." ”

"Some places fit the description of the spirit world, but some things don't fit the ...... at all," Adwina clenched the gun in her hand, frowning, almost to herself.

"Of course it's not the spirit realm," Agnes said, straightening up and staring at the empty reception room, "Maybe this is just the intersection of some people's imagination and reality, who knows." ”

Adevina turned her head and looked at Agnes with her own light blue eyes.

"I find that you seem to know a lot." She whispered.

Agnes withdrew her gaze and looked at Edwina, who was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Of course I know something, after all, it's about Him." She spoke, her smile tinging with a hint of madness.

"He?" Adewina's eyes widened, and her eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

"Yes, He," Agnes shrugged, her smile fading away, and then regained her complete composure, "after all, I am His apostle, so how can I not know anything about Him." ”