The captain would often utter strange words with obscure meanings and inventive ways of forming words, but the crew of the Lost Country was often very open to this.

After all, there was a pigeon on board that used even more strange and difficult words - and the fact that the captain and the pigeon had always communicated smoothly showed that the strange words were not the captain's problem.

It is a problem of short-sighted mortals who are not able to understand it.

Anyway, if you don't understand it, it's all treated as a subspace dialect.

Morris didn't ask what "PTSD" meant, but silently digested the information that the captain had just revealed, while Duncan didn't hide it and told him about his experience in that cemetery last night.

He mainly wanted to hear the opinion of "professionals".

Duncan's account quickly attracted the attention of several people in the restaurant, Nina was the first to come over, followed by Shirley, Alice, and Dog, and finally even Vanna, who had been silently staying by herself, could not hold back her curiosity and quietly came to the long table to steal the sound.

"Annihilation ......" After listening to Duncan's story, the first person to frown was indeed the most knowledgeable Morris, "How can they be interested in corpses......

"Shouldn't annihilation cultists be interested in corpses?" Duncan asked curiously.

"They are not necromancers," Morris shook his head, "The Annihilation Cultists follow the Nether Lord and delve into the knowledge of the Demon Realm and the Summoning Realm, and they have no interest in the flesh and blood of the earthly world—not only are they not interested, but they can even be said to be disdainful and disgusted, because they firmly believe that the flesh and blood of the earthly world are weak and filthy, and the demons and the Netherworld Lord are the 'primordial form' with 'pure sanctity'. How could such a group of heretics do such a thing as running into the cemetery to steal corpses? ”

Listening to the old scholar's explanation, Duncan's brows also wrinkled subconsciously.

The Annihilation Cultists despise the flesh and blood of the earthly world, and follow the "pure and holy existence in the Netherworld"? They even think that the Netherworld Demons and the Netherworld Holy Lord possess this "pure and holy nature"?

Although I knew from the beginning that the cultists in this world believed in more evil sects than one another, the strength of the annihilation cultists to challenge the aesthetic limit was too evil!

Duncan couldn't help but look at the dog next to the table - this guy was directly dragged by Shirley, and he was lying on the floor at this time, and his paws were holding a vocabulary book and reading it quite seriously, and his ugly skeleton head was dangling.

Noticing the captain's gaze, Ah Dog Spirit's head was raised at once, and the hideous bones all over his body crackled.

"Purity? Holiness? Duncan looked at the ghostly hound with a strange look in his eyes, "Even the original form of life?" ”

Ah Gou was stunned: "...... Yes? What? ”

"I can't imagine," Duncan shook his head, "the world in the eyes of those Annihilation Cultists is probably completely different from that of ordinary people. ”

As soon as he said it casually, Shirley next to him immediately reacted: "Who knows how long their brains are, and I'm not an annihilation cultist." ”

"Nobody said you were." Duncan said lightly.

"Tsk, I don't dare to say anything else anyway, the female cultist who ran away must be dead at this time," Shirley smashed her mouth and said, "It's definitely the kind that doesn't have a whole body." ”

Duncan hadn't thought about what would happen to the cultist who ran away, but when he heard Shirley's words, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Why do you say that?" ”

"She's been dragged to the deep sea by her own symbiotic demons," Shirley explained casually, "Annihilation cultists, tsk, no matter how much these stupid X's usually worship the Holy Lord of the Nether, no matter how much they tie the Nether Demons to themselves, they will still be treated as human beings after they run to the real Nether Depths - those uncontrolled demons only recognize breath, and they will tear her alive." ”

"She'll be torn apart by other ghostly demons?" Duncan muttered, then remembered what had happened, "Wait, but I remember that you and Dog ran away in a similar way—in front of me, you jumped into the rift leading to the Netherlands." ”

Speaking of this great achievement, Shirley's face couldn't help but be a little strange, but soon she waved her hand: "That's different, when a dog takes me to run, it will always try its best to protect me, it will find a way to confuse my breath, and it can't mix it up, so it fights with other dark demons - so every time it runs away with this trick, it will get injured."

"Other ghostly demons are a different story—like the one you mentioned, they don't protect their masters. Right, dog? ”

"That's the 'Death Bird'," Dog raised his head and gave Shirley a cautious look at Duncan in response, "It's true that ordinary dark demons don't take the initiative to protect their masters, they don't have a 'heart' at all, and they only act with the Annihilation Cultists because they are restricted by the symbiosis contract, and once they run into the deep sea, they will immediately lose control, and the cultist will die." ”

"I see," Duncan muttered thoughtfully, touching his chin, "no wonder that guy looked reluctant when he was dragged in......"

At this moment, Vanna, who had been staying next to her and did not speak, seemed to be unable to hold back, and she moved a little closer in the direction of the long table: "Those heretics...... Do they do anything other than try to get you out of the cemetery? ”

Duncan looked up at Vanna, who hurriedly added: "Probably professional habits, I am very concerned about the purpose of those heretics, just like Mr. Morris said just now, normal annihilation cultists are not interested in earthly flesh and blood, so those few cultists who appear in the cemetery are even more suspicious." ”

"It reminded me of that," Duncan said, touching his chin and thoughtfully, "the body I occupied at the time had a very strange 'disintegration' shortly after leaving the coffin, and the skin and muscles disintegrated and fell like cracked dirt, which the cultists seemed ......to have anticipated."

Vanna frowned slightly, she thought for a long time before she suddenly thought of something: "So, the key is the body you occupied at that time. ”

"What do you mean......"

"Annihilation cultists have no interest in earthly flesh and blood—but what if it's not a 'flesh and blood from the earth'?" Vanna looked up and looked into Duncan's eyes seriously, "Even, that might not be 'flesh and blood' at all." ”

Listening to Vanna's analysis, Duncan thought thoughtfully: "Oh...... Then that's a bit of fun. ”

……

After a long absence, the Sea Mist finally returned to its home port.

On the edge of a secret island shrouded in ice floe, turbulence and fog, steel warships with high bows are smoothly docked at the end of the trestle, undead sailors busy in the cold wind and mist, some checking the condition of their ships, others counting cargo, or directing the cranes on the shore to lift heavy cargo boxes from their holds to the shore.

The Sea Mist returned from the warm central seas, and although it did not bring back the victory this time, it did bring back gifts and specialties from afar—wine and souvenirs from the Perland authorities to the Sea Mist Ventures, as well as tobacco, cloth and crafts purchased at the captain's expense, all of which are good for the cold, secluded island.

Although the undead have left the world of the living, they still have independent personalities and emotions, and they also need a certain quality of life, as well as entertainment and hobbies, and even in some ways, they need these things more than the living.

Because their souls have always felt cold and empty, they need the warm creations of the civilized world to fill those voids.

First mate Aiden stood at the edge of the deck, carefully stuffing the finest tobacco from Poland into an old short-handled pipe, lighting it with a lighter, and taking a deep breath with a mouthpiece in his mouth.

Then he held his breath and exerted his strength.

A cloud of smoke spilled through the gaps in the collar of his crew's uniform, the cuffs, and the pockets on his chest, enveloping his entire upper body in a cloud of white smoke.

Aiden rolled his neck, looked at the smoke around him, and pulled his collar again.

The bullet holes in his chest were still curling with smoke.

"Warm tobacco fills the void in the soul – but the void in the flesh is another matter, right?"

A hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him, and Aiden turned his head to see a pale-skinned, shriveled old man standing at the edge of the deck, dressed in a priest's robe, with a sunken skull on one side and half of his body as if he had been immersed in the sea.

That's Sea Mist's chaplain, Will.

When the old priest finished speaking, he took the small wine bottle and brought it to his lips, and tilted his head and poured it.

A dripping stream of wine flowed from the sides of his cheeks, cracked by the hollowing of his skull.

Aiden looked at the old priest for a moment, and suddenly said, "I'll teach you a trick?" You can drink this bottle for days......"

"The technique is not good," the old priest shook his head, "mainly nausea, and pantothenic acid at the beginning of the third time." ”

Aiden shrugged, picked up his pipe and took another deep breath, then held his breath again, his whole body smoky.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with being an undead, I can't play like this when I'm alive."

“…… It's good to have a wide heart. The old priest couldn't help but sigh.

(Thanks to the angry Bai Yinmeng, today is a double change~)

(End of chapter)