The Master of the Strange Realm

This is easy to understand. After all, the way to enter the strange land this time is really different. If his companion Jenkins appears, he will definitely be shocked.

From the visual point of view, the place where we are now is probably a huge desert. But the sky is dim, and only black clouds can be seen above our heads. It is also foggy in the distance. Only on the highest sand dune in front of us can we vaguely see a person standing.

The air is very dry, as if all the moisture has been sucked out. But the temperature is still suitable. Although it is a bit cold to wear formal clothes for the dinner, the temperature is still within the tolerable range.

Standing on the sand dune is an old woman holding a black umbrella. Her clothes are all black, and only the beads on the cuffs are white, so they look a bit eye-catching.

She hunched over and stared at Jenkins who climbed to the top of the sand dune with great effort. The wrinkles on her face can probably directly pinch mosquitoes to death.

The closer you get to this person, the more you can feel the coldness that stimulates the soul. Jenkins risked opening his true eye to look around. The densely packed spirits were stacked together and filled the desert, and they all grinned at Jenkins like crazy.

Yes, they all noticed that Jenkins was observing them.

"Do I need to do anything?"

He asked carefully, stepping on the sand, not daring to look into the woman's eyes, nor daring to observe the nearby spirits.

The old man holding the umbrella waited for a few seconds before speaking, and there seemed to be a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat:

"This desert has buried too many travelers. No matter where they come from, they are buried here. If you want to leave, then try to liberate the souls here. If you can succeed three times, you will be free."

"Liberate the soul?"

Jenkins wondered.

The old man's accent was strange. Although Jenkins could understand it, he always felt something was wrong. And the sound was sticky and dull, especially between the third and fourth sounds of each sentence, this feeling was particularly prominent.

Chapter 631 Chapter 619 Injury (7/10)

"The soul is trapped here because the body is bound by this land."

Jenkins understood this sentence. He needed to dig out at least three bodies from under his feet before he could leave.

This test would never be Jenkins's sand digging skills, nor would it be just patience. Those ghosts with scary smiles might be the real difficulty.

Seeing that the woman stopped talking and returned to the state of staring at people, Jenkins nodded gently, and then quickly retreated to the bottom of the sand dune.

The dry air made people upset. After licking his lips, he felt the need for water.

Because he was the only one in this strange place, he couldn't communicate with anyone. He didn't waste time. Seeing that there were no suitable tools at hand, and it was a pity to waste [reading and writing] on such things, he bent down and started digging with his bare hands.

Things went much more smoothly than Jenkins thought. He just dug less than two feet at random under his feet. In less than ten minutes, a small bone was exposed in the sand.

According to the meager medical knowledge that Jenkins learned after becoming a gifted person, this should be a human finger bone.

"Okay, let me see what the hell is going on."

As he said this, he began to clean the sand around the bones more carefully. He didn't know what the consequences of damaging these corpses would be, and he didn't want to know.

Ten minutes later, a male skeleton lying on his back in the sand with his right hand raised was completely exposed in front of Jenkins. Even without the support of the sand, the raised right hand - the position that Jenkins first discovered, still maintained a high position that was inconsistent with the bone structure and gravity, making people very curious about what he was doing before he died.

He retreated outside the sand pit he dug and waited quietly for a few seconds. The skeleton really began to tremble on its own. It took it a minute to control all its bones, and it took even longer to sit up.

But it didn't mean to leave the sand pit, but faced Jenkins and waited quietly.

Jenkins was a little confused at first, but soon saw with the Eye of Truth that one of the spirits "floated" above the skeleton, and then overlapped with it in the same sitting posture.

If you only look with your naked eyes, the corpse on the sand suddenly turned into a state of half skeleton and half flesh and blood. The cross section of the internal organs can be observed at the junction of the two, and the strange thing is that there is no blood flowing out.

"I don't want to leave this place, please don't disturb me."

It said, and from the sound, it was very similar to the image of the spirit just seen.

"Why?"

Jenkins was very glad that it didn't hit him directly, which showed that this strange place was at least not a pure fighting nature.

"Because I am guilty."

This is a meaningless sentence.

"All mortals are guilty, you don't have to mind it."

Jenkins comforted.

"But the sin I committed is too great, I don't think even God will forgive me."

It is really uncomfortable to talk to a monster with such an image. Especially the logic of its speech is consistent with that of normal people, which is what makes Jenkins most bored.

"God will forgive you. In fact, the great gods are far more tolerant and kind than mortals imagine... and I don't think God should pay special attention to someone."

He comforted again, guessing what the result of this conversation would be.

"I killed my children. I used a kitchen knife. Will God forgive me?"

"Yes."

Jenkins nodded.

"oh!"

He immediately screamed again and looked down to see that the clothes on his left arm were wet with his own blood. Just a few seconds ago, it was as if someone invisible had slashed him with a sharp weapon. He didn't even realize what happened the second the wound appeared.

"I killed my wife, I used poison, will God forgive me?"

It asked again, because it was impossible to judge the complete expression. Jenkins could only infer from the tone that it was sincerely consulting Jenkins.

"Will do."

Jenkins replied again.

Because of his thirst, he swallowed subconsciously after expressing his opinion, but he felt that the liquid he swallowed was cold and bitter.

"Ugh~"

There was a strange sound in his throat, and he fell straight on the sand, but he quickly stood up holding his nose.

"What a powerful toxin. It attacks so quickly that the candle's detoxification function almost doesn't have time to react."

He wanted to know what the man who killed his wife was thinking at the time, but at the same time he didn't understand why the knife just cut off the arm instead of the neck.

He has not healed himself now. Each ability can only be used once in the strange world. Now is not a good opportunity.

"I killed my parents, can God forgive me?"

he asked a third time.

Jenkins was tempted to experiment with the consequences of answering "no," but his desire to survive prevented him from doing so.

"God will forgive you."

As he spoke, he suddenly jumped to the right. But it seemed that someone invisible had caught up with Jenkins' speed, and a huge force knocked him down from behind. Jenkins could even hear the sound of bones breaking.

"It's not an 'invisible person', it's an unavoidable ability that directly produces results."

He made this judgment and put his hand on his chest to start treatment. The broken bone probably hit his lungs directly, which not only caused severe pain, but also made breathing difficult.

Even in this dry and terrible environment, sweat still broke out on his forehead.

“Will God really forgive me?”

This probably meant the end, but this time the situation was so terrifying that Jenkins had already resorted to life-saving measures before he even figured out the rules.

He suspected that he had taken the wrong path, otherwise there would be no reason to encounter such a miserable situation in the first place.

“Will God really forgive me?”

Seeing that Jenkins didn't answer, the man patiently asked again.

"Will do."

Jenkins replied quietly, ready for another hard blow, but this time nothing unexpected happened.

"Then, can you bear the sin of those killings on my behalf?"

"Can I think about it... No, no, I agree."

Before he even finished saying this word, Jenkins immediately understood that this was the wrong answer. .

"thanks for your help."

It finally said, and its body turned into fine sand and disappeared little by little, leaving only a finger bone like white jade falling on the sand.

Chapter 632 Chapter 620 The Second (8/10)

As the corpse completely disappeared, wisps of black smoke seeped out from the sand. They quickly wrapped around Jenkins, forming a black ring on the skin of his wrist.

A disgusting feeling of wanting to vomit made him lower his head and hold on to the ground. At the same time, the spirit that was originally flowing freely in his body also felt jerky. This was something he had never experienced before. .

There was a buzzing whisper in his ears, as if a group of people were discussing something in a low voice. An urge to kill made Jenkins subconsciously summon the black gun, but fortunately there was no one in this place for him to kill.

"Isn't this a permanent negative effect?"

He was very worried and kept rubbing the marks on his wrist with his left hand.

Suddenly remembering something, I stumbled into the pit and picked up the bone. The slightly cold air penetrated from the surface of the bone into my body, which shocked me mentally. The bone also collapsed into pieces, causing the black mark on the wrist to suddenly fade. But soon, the feeling of wanting to vomit came back.

"There are gains and losses. I agreed to bear his sins, and at the same time I got a special item that can have a positive impact on the spirit - although this cannot completely eliminate the impact. In other words, if my answer just now has Even if you make a mistake, you will have to fight with that thing under the negative influence of the complete body. "

He basically believed in his own reasoning. After experiencing so many strange situations, he had finally come up with some universal rules. Now Jenkins is very regretful. If this black ring is really a permanent effect, then it is better to fight directly before the conversation begins.

Considering the characteristics of the treacherous environment, it is very likely that this impact will be permanent and irreversible.

"Are we going to waste our divinity after we go out?"

But at least there is a solution.

"You aided the parricide who committed the crime of murder,

Helped him bear his sin.

He is liberated.

So,

And you? "

The old woman's voice came from far away from the top of the dune. Because it had not been specially processed, it did not sound very clear.

Jenkins had no time to deal with her, he was worried that if he looked in that direction, his spirit would be completely overwhelmed by the last straw.

"Next time, you must not easily agree to such conditions."

He could feel that his limit was his current state, and even his normal thinking was affected. He tried desperately to tell himself what to do next, but his body's instinctive reaction was to kill all obstacles, and then return to the material world to catalyze the purification of the candle with divine power to solve the current painful state.

Because of the bad state, Jenkins dug out the second body much slower. This time he did not continue to dig in the place just now, but moved a distance to the sand dune to prevent digging out the same body as before.

The smell was noticed first this time, because the body this time was not a skeleton, but a highly rotten appearance. I just don't know why there were no maggots on the body, but even so, the appearance and smell made Jenkins vomit non-stop.

The reason why he couldn't vomit was because he didn't eat dinner and was now on an empty stomach.

Another spirit with a weird smile overlapped with the corpse, and the corpse became half rotten and half normal.

This was obviously a woman. Judging from only half of her face, her age would not exceed 40 years old.

"Are you willing to be trapped in this desert forever? Don't you want freedom? Don't you want to see your family again?"

This time Jenkins spoke first, and he attributed his "failure" last time to not taking the initiative to speak.

"Leave, maybe?"

She was not sure.

"If you want, I can send you away."

He promised, still feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, but at least the desire to kill had been suppressed.

"No, I can't leave, I'm guilty."

The woman said.

"I knew it would be like this..."

He groaned in his heart, stuck the black gun into the sand, and supported it to stand firm, in fact, to prevent the sudden outbreak of the battle.

"What did you do wrong?"

He tried his best to avoid mentioning the word "sin".

"I was hungry, so I ate a lot."