Deep Sea Embers

The sailor fell completely silent and lay motionless among the tall black and white grass, imagining that he had become a real corpse.

The wind blew chaotically from all directions, pushing the grass in the wilderness. Amidst the rolling grass waves, some sounds seemed to gradually appear, which sounded like distant whispers, vague conversations, vague sighs, and something like An ethereal melody like a piece of music.

The sailor closed his eyes and allowed himself to be immersed in the calmness of the dead, immersed in this endless wasteland.

Agatha held her cane and slowly circled the sailor three times. The runes on the ground lit up under her footsteps, and the pale flame gradually glowed brightly. Then she stopped near the sailor's head again, and The cane was inserted into the ground and he slowly opened his arms.

The wind in the wilderness became more chaotic and violent in an instant, and the sounds that came with the wind suddenly became much clearer. However, just when Duncan thought that the "gatekeeper" on this side had been awakened, the surrounding wind gradually became clearer. It stopped, and all the sounds disappeared. "Huh?" Agatha opened her eyes in confusion, her brows gradually furrowed.

what happened? "Duncan immediately asked curiously. The sailor lying on the ground couldn't help but open his eyes. He realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the ceremony, but he remembered Agatha's instructions just now, so he didn't dare to speak or turn his head casually. He could only continue to tense up, trying his best to express his doubts with his eyes.

"The moment the 'passage' was established, I seemed to really feel the breath of the 'gatekeepers' of the world of the dead," Agatha said with a frown, "but they didn't respond and left directly."

"No response?" Duncan asked doubtfully, and at the same time glanced down at Ganhu, who was lying stretched on the ground and blinking desperately, "Has your 'forgery' been discovered? "

"It's not for this reason that it doesn't matter whether we see through it or not. Our original purpose was to let the 'gatekeepers' on this side appear. As long as they come, even if my forged deceased is seen through on the spot, they will show up," Agatha shook her head when she said this, "It is better to say that if a fake dead person is really found, they will show up faster - this is than a real dead person. Duncan nodded thoughtfully, but Then he reacted: "Huh? Does this mean that doing this will anger the gatekeepers on 'this side'?" "

Agatha nodded calmly: "Yes, if they found out what I was doing - they would be very, very angry.

Duncan's eyes became strange: "You didn't mention this before."

'As long as you don't get discovered,' Agatha shrugged. 'There's nothing you can do if you get discovered. I can't beat him, but I can run very fast by jumping through the mirror. It won't be a problem if you negotiate with them then. The 'gatekeepers' on the freshman side also communicate rationally and intelligently, and usually calm down after a fight. "

Duncan always felt that there was something wrong with this process. It was different from what he had imagined at the beginning.

However, he did not dwell on this issue, but quickly focused on the current strangeness: "But the gatekeeper didn't pay attention to the 'dead' here."

Agatha frowned and nodded. After a moment of thinking, she suddenly looked down at the sailor and broke the silence: "I'll try again.

After this ceremony is over, you should get up immediately and return to the boat as quickly as possible - this process will tear the 'channel', so you must not look back."

The sailor's body tensed up and his eyes continued to wander.

Agatha replied on the spot: "If you don't understand, just nod or shake your head gently."

The sailor froze for a moment, then hesitantly moved his head as if he wanted to shake his head, but then stopped, and finally nodded slightly.

‘Okay, I’ll just pretend you have no objection, stay still now, I’m going to do it again. '

As Agatha spoke, she lifted up the combat cane that appeared in her memory, and began to ignite the pale flames on the ground again, activating those weird and mysterious runes.

The disorderly wind stirred again, and the wind was mixed with vague whispers. The "channel" in Agatha's mouth was established again, and Duncan also sensed the existence of "them".

Agatha stopped again at the end of the ceremony, and then slammed her cane into the ground: "Get up together now!

The sailor had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and he jumped up on the spot with a spring-like "soar". Without hesitation, he stepped over the pale flames burning around him and rushed towards the Origami ship not far away. boat!

And with the sudden movement of the "dead", the situation finally changed - the "channels" were forcibly torn apart, and a world that was originally hidden in a deeper "deeper" suddenly appeared in front of Duncan's eyes!

The pale flames on the ground rose suddenly, and the triangular rune array left by Agatha released a dazzling light, and then,

A rapidly expanding crack appeared in the air above the triangle. The space there was filled with cracks like glass, breaking silently, while the dusk-like light leaked from the cracks - almost in the blink of an eye, those rising pale flames It was also dyed with a dusk-like color.

Through the rapidly expanding crack, Duncan saw an unusually tall phantom wearing a black robe. However, the phantom was not as "irritated" as Agatha said. He just stared at the crack in silence. After a short pause, he turned around and slowly walked away.

Duncan immediately looked at Agatha in confusion, and the latter looked even more surprised. She mistakenly looked at the "gatekeeper" who turned to leave, and couldn't help but said: "Wait a minute! Didn't you see someone operating illegally here? Forging the dead? Ah! He also deliberately destroyed the access channel! Please take care of it!"

The tall phantom walked further, as if he didn't hear the sound coming from behind at all, and as he left, the cracks above the triangle began to slowly close.

Agatha looked at this scene in shock, but just when she was about to forcefully hold on to the passage and lead the captain through it, a big hand with withered claws suddenly appeared on the edge of the crack - one by one. One hand held onto the slowly closing crack, followed by the other.

Accompanied by the harsh noise of the glass gradually breaking, the crack was forcibly opened by the hands and began to expand again.

Then, the owner of those hands appeared on the other side of the crack -

One by one, a taller "gatekeeper" wore a dark robe as dark as night. The hood of the robe completely covered his face. Only a pair of eyes with dim yellow light burned like fire in the shadow of the hood. He bent over, and his gloomy and hoarse voice sounded as if from the grave: "Come."

With this short and cold word, the next second, the crack like a glass crack shattered silently,

What was broken together was the entire wilderness of death in front of Duncan, the "night" in this wilderness.

The eternal night that shrouded the kingdom of the dead shattered and dissipated, and what was revealed behind the curtain was the brilliance of dusk. Nameless black and white grass swayed in the wind in the dusk, and a path appeared in front of Duncan and Agatha. The path had no end, It extends straight into the wilderness, as if it has been submerged between the sky and the earth.

The unusually tall "gatekeeper" stood on the path without saying a word, like a silent tombstone. Duncan subconsciously looked back at the Lost Home and the Brilliant Star, but saw that the two ships had changed. They became two solid and translucent shadows - they stood still not far away. Under the light of dusk, it seemed that the wasteland shrouded in permanent night could still be seen on the other side of the shadows.

Duncan looked back.

The tall gatekeeper who was standing quietly broke the silence almost at the same time: "Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the front of the path.

Duncan exchanged glances with Agatha and immediately stepped to follow.

"The situation is not normal," Agatha followed Duncan and murmured in a low voice, "The gatekeeper I have seen in my memory is not like this. His breath and behavior are not the same."

‘Isn’t there something more wrong with the gatekeeper who turned away before? "Duncan said casually, "It's better to be willing to show up and lead the way in this good year than not - at least we have reached 'deeper'. "

"That's why something is even more wrong," Agatha frowned, "The gatekeeper here should be able to tell at a glance that you and I are not the dead. Even if you want to lead the way, you should ask and negotiate, why do you lead the way directly? As if waiting for it

Duncan thought it made sense: "Then you ask?"

Agatha hesitated for a moment, then really raised her head and looked at the tall figure who was walking in front and slowing down her pace: "Are you here specifically to wait for us?"

The tall figure didn't answer, as if he didn't hear.

Agatha was not angry, and after a while she asked loudly: "Do you know who we are? Have you discovered that we are not the real 'dead'?" "

The tall gatekeeper finally paused, but only uttered a vague syllable: "Yes."

"Captain, this gatekeeper may have a cold personality." Agatha turned around and said to Duncan helplessly. Duncan didn't say anything. He just frowned and thought for a while, then raised his head and said to the gatekeeper: "We also summoned him before. A gatekeeper arrived, but he ignored us and left. And there were other gatekeepers. Where have they gone? "

Under the unexpected looks in Duncan and Agatha's eyes, the tall figure stopped.

Under the unexpected looks in Duncan and Agatha's eyes, the tall figure stopped.

"Funeral." He broke the silence with a low voice.

Duncan frowned: "Funeral? You mean the other gatekeepers went to the funeral?"

"yes."

‘Whose funeral? Agatha asked subconsciously, "Death's." "

The tall gatekeeper turned around, his dim eyes burning quietly in the shadow of his hood.

"Death is dead."

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