Whispering Verse

Chapter 2776 The Nun in Death

"It is very likely that they are devil worshippers. I think we can find out what the devil has been doing recently through these people."

Shad said, looking at his right arm which was still swollen and festering, the traces of ash infection on it were much lighter.

But there was nothing in the deserted village, and those who arrived here through the dock did not leave any clues. There was no point in entering the relic incident again, so the only clue left was the old woman they brought out of the deserted village.

"It was too risky for me to light the fire directly just now. The things here are indeed not something we can handle now. Flora, can you let this one open? This is your expertise."

Shad asked the great witch of death:

"Let's use the Wall of Sighs. Your magic is really useful."

But the witch shook her head in embarrassment:

"Sorry, you think that magic is too omnipotent. The situation of the soul we brought out is very complicated. I am worried that if we try to interfere with it with external forces, other parts of the demon will notice that we are investigating it."

So Flora thought about it again:

"Didn't you say that you can open the passage to real death? No matter how powerful that demon is, it can't radiate its power there. The 'finish line' is one of the foundations of our world. Banish this soul to real death, and when she regains consciousness under the dark moon, we can try to ask questions again."

This is a good idea, and according to Shad's previous experience, it seems that all souls that enter death will return to normal when they step on that water.

So he raised his hand to cut the passage, but when he raised his right arm, he felt that his arm was still stiff and numb.

Seeing that he paused, Flora hurriedly held his hand:

"Don't worry, if Danister knew that I came out with you and you became like this, she would definitely blame me."

"I was too careless. I must say it again. I shouldn't have hastily lit the fire in the cellar just now."

Shad stood up on the boat with her strength, but no longer considered opening the one-time passage. Instead, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the oar that looked ordinary in the cabin just now, and it flew into his hand automatically.

Unlike the [God's Gift Box] that looks very powerful and the [Butterfly Calling Flute] that is quite magical, the oar of the Ferry God is plain in appearance. There is no special pattern, let alone runes or ritual arrays.

The wooden oar is only engraved with the word "ferry" at the handle, and it is engraved in the common language of Drarion in the Sixth Epoch.

Therefore, Flora did not notice the unusualness of the oar at first, but when Shade asked her to help him walk to the stern and he grabbed the oar to row, the witch realized that the oar was a bit too simple.

The drizzle on the body was particularly comfortable for the two people who had just escaped from the fire. Flora's perception made her find something wrong:

"Where did this oar come from? I feel an unusual power."

"It comes from the same source as my gift box."

Shade said vaguely, and the beautiful lady raised her eyebrows, but before she could be surprised, Shade had already stood at the stern with the support of her arm:

"I will row the boat with you, we are going to set off."

Shade was not really unable to stand, he just injured his arm and not his legs. Although he was a little weak just now, he had recovered after lying for a while. He just wanted Flora to feel what was going to happen next, and the witch, who mistakenly thought that Shade really couldn't stand, immediately turned behind Shade, put her arms around him, and grabbed the oar with him.

The old man's soul was still standing in the cabin, and as the oar was inserted into the water, Shade exerted a little force, and the speed of the boat drifting downstream increased.

Shade didn't paddle the oar very frequently, but only occasionally used it to poke the water.

None of them spoke, but gradually, in the slightly monotonous sound of water, the witch felt an indescribable wonderful feeling. This feeling was like the trembling caused by listening to the last sigh of the deceased before his death, and it was also like the touch of seeing the last glance back of the soul that refused to leave, was unwilling to leave, but could not stay, to the relatives.

Unknowingly, the boat sailed into a thin mist, and then at a certain moment, the surrounding fog suddenly became so thick that the scenery of the surrounding woods could not be seen at all.

The sounds in the forest in late autumn completely disappeared, leaving only the sound of Shade paddling. Flora Winslet, who was holding the oar with Shade, felt cold all over, and death was touching her soul in an indescribable way.

But the chill soon disappeared, because the gentle warmth of the man she was hugging, like the moon, effectively dispelled the chill brought by touching death.

She subconsciously held her breath, and her hand subconsciously paddled the oar more vigorously, and then she felt Shade exert a force in the opposite direction:

"Wrong, not in that direction."

Shade looked at the faint golden light marks on the water surface in the fog, which were produced by the blessing of the "God of Ferry", and then controlled the boat to turn slightly in the fog and sailed further away.

So Flora stopped exerting force, and let Shade hold her hand to control the boat.

Perhaps just a few seconds later, or perhaps a long time later, in the milky white glowing fog, a silver glow came from behind.

Flora subconsciously turned her head and looked behind her, and then the fog dispersed. She saw the huge silver moon half-sunken in the dark water, and countless milky white glowing souls standing calmly in front of the silver moon, and gradually walking towards the legendary dark moon.

That is the direction of the end, that is the true destination of the dead.

"Death."

Although she had seen the scenery here for various reasons in the past, she had never felt so truly that she had entered death. But because of the small boat under her feet, the power of death did not seriously affect her.

She was clearly here, but she was looking at the dark moon as a living person. Thinking of this, she felt that she was really trembling.

The boat shook slightly, and Flora looked back and noticed that the wooden boat had run aground on a shallow beach. The shallows consisted of faded pebbles and gray sandstone. The shallows were not large. At the end was a seemingly endless stone wall extending to both sides. In the middle of the stone wall was a "Death Gate" that she had seen in the records of the parliament. It was used by the witches of the Fifth Epoch to execute prisoners.

The eight-ring life ring emerged unconsciously at this time, but it was silent because of the environment at this time, and even the steam mist was almost extremely thin.

At the same time, the eight-step golden steps also appeared behind her one by one. Flora was about to confirm what she had gained from the journey just now, when she heard Shade suddenly shout:

"Sister Defulin!"

On the dark beach, the nun who was kneeling in front of the fire with her hands clasped together and her head resting on her hands raised her head. The [Ashes] long sword was inserted into the bonfire, and the silver eye mask flashed a dark and unknown light when it "looked" at them in the firelight.

Interestingly, before Shade called out the nun's name, Flora was completely unaware that there was a bonfire and people on the mudflat. It wasn't that she ignored it deliberately, but Sister Defulin didn't seem to be here at all before that:

"Sister Defulin?"

Shade knew that Sister Defulin had temporarily left the sacrificial site to improve her strength, but he didn't expect her to appear here. He said and jumped off the boat directly. Flora, who was still holding him, was about to follow, but her instinctive sense of danger made her stop immediately.

She was different from Shade and Sister Defulin. If it was not necessary, it was better not to leave the boat.

Sister Defulin then stood up from the fire, stepped under her nun's robe, and walked over the bonfire to the boat on the shore. She folded her hands together and hung them in front of her. She nodded to Flora Winslet first, and then "looked" at the burn marks still remaining on Shade's arms.

Although Sister Defulin's slightly lowered white face showed no expression, the witch who was watching this scene knew that she was angry. Shade wanted to say something, but when he saw the nun looking at his arm, he closed his mouth.

After a moment of silence, Sister Defulin took the initiative to extend her right hand to Shade's arm. Some soft flames were drawn out by her right hand, and then those soft flames touched Shade's skin:

"Magic-warm fire."

In the soft flames, the burn marks on Shade's hands faded at a speed visible to the naked eye. But the nun did not let go, but lowered her head and slightly lifted her eye mask with her left hand, then grabbed Shade's arm and put it in front of her lowered gray eyes.

Shade then felt a little moisture on the back of his hand:

"Magic-Healing Tears."

The ash curse that had been entangled with Shade just now and the lurking demon curse that was harmless but disgusting all disappeared in that tear, just like ice cubes encountering magma.

After doing this, the nun let go of Shade's hand, then lowered her head and pushed down her eye mask and straightened it. She didn't say a word during the whole treatment process, but the witch who was watching all this still thought it was terrible.

It's not that the healing process is terrible, but that this nun who doesn't talk much and seems very quiet on weekdays is terrible. Before this autumn, the few exchanges she had with Sister Defulin were limited to the parliament. She originally thought that Sister Defulin was a very introverted person, but now it seems that her judgment was completely wrong.

The nun holding the fire is like a burnt wood. Although it looks lifeless, if necessary, the flame is enough to ignite the whole world.