Whispering Verse

"Let's go take a look too."

On the shore, Priest August suddenly whispered. Sister Devlin hesitated and nodded:

"That's fine."

"But how are we going to get there?"

Iluna asked in a low voice that they could not touch the water. The old priest smiled and pointed to the side:

"use this."

I saw a shabby little wooden boat stranded on the shoal, as if it would sink when it hit the water. It lay quietly in the shadow of the campfire, as if it had always been here.

But Iluna is very sure that this ship definitely did not exist before Shade's battle with Joey Barton ended.

"What's this?"

She was surprised to see Priest Augustus trying to push the boat into the water, and she reached out to help.

"Moon, defeated, death."

The priest said with great effort while pushing the boat into the water. Sister Devlin immediately thought thoughtfully:

"You mean, in death, the moon defeats death head-on?"

"Yes."

The priest nodded and worked hard with Iluna, and the boat slid silently into the water.

"Sorry, I still don't know what that means."

Iluna whispered, and the priest motioned for her to carry Joey Barton's body onto the boat, and then continued to explain:

"Thirteen ancient gods have overlapping priesthoods."

"Yes, I know that."

"The power of death is mostly in the hands of the ancient god [Ancient Death]."

"Yes."

Iluna nodded again and dragged the body to the boat. Priest August and Sister Devlin also boarded the boat one after another. Without any power, the small boat swayed through the dense white shadows and sailed towards Shade in the distance.

The priest took out his pipe and took a puff. Sister Devlin sat quietly aside, while Iluna held her own dark golden scale on the bow of the ship. The light of the scale was like a guiding light.

"But the ancient god of the moon also has some power over death, and this dark moon is the evidence."

Priest August said again. Iluna thought for a while and nodded again:

"so what?"

"So, now in the most real death, under the witness of thousands of souls, Shade, who used the power of the moon, defeated Joey Barton, who used the power of death. Who did you just say that Joey Barton was the chosen one? Sorry, I don't understand this very well, but they all use very pure power, and the duel venue is here. This can be regarded as some kind of symbolic ceremony, which is pretty much it. And Shade won, so this ship Appeared."

He blew out a puff of smoke:

"I can't go into too much detail, but from now on, this ship will always be here, carrying away those souls who can't reach the end even if they come here. It's a good thing that the rules of death have become more perfect. "

Iluna still doesn't quite understand, but since it's a good thing, there's no need to delve too deeply into it.

The boat left ripples like silk being cut open on the quiet water. They soon arrived at Shade's side in the boat. The ripples at the stern of the boat only spread a short distance before disappearing. Shade glanced at the ship suspiciously, thinking it was a conjuration by Priest August.

Many souls gradually passed by everyone, but Joey Barton endured the severe pain of the curse and finally got up with difficulty.

He looked at the soul in front of him, at the transparent woman standing in front of him, and then reached out and hugged her:

"Marilyn, this time, I finally hold your hand."

Even though the pain that penetrated deep into his soul made it almost impossible for him to breathe normally, he still hugged the soul in front of him:

"Finally, finally found you, finally saw you again."

The woman smiled tenderly, hugged the deformed boy in front of her with her right hand, and gently stroked the top of his head with her left hand.

"Is this what you call love?"

Iluna asked Priest August aside for advice in a low voice.

She is actually closer to Sister Devlin, but the nun's cold look doesn't look like she understands the meaning of love. Moreover, Iluna didn't think it was a good idea to ask a nun such a question.

"That's probably it."

The old priest said with emotion, looking at this scene with a rather complicated expression on his old face.

"Don't leave me, come back with me. Please, come back with me."

Even though his whole body was shaking because of the severe pain, Mr. Button still held her tightly and shouted with a cry.

He looked up at the woman's face. The woman smiled and shook her head slightly. She refused.

Shade didn't know what Mr. Button was feeling at the moment, but he knew that there would be no more fighting.

"Why, aren't you willing to go back with me? Why."

He was unsteady due to the pain, and even though he was hugged by the gentle soul, he slowly slid to the surface of the water. He sat there on his knees, looking at the man of his dreams. The latter let go of his hand and looked at him gently.

Joey Barton knows that if this is still a farewell, then this time will be the final farewell:

"Then let me go with you."

He held out his trembling hand to the woman.

The woman smiled softly again and shook her head, but she grabbed the thick, deformed hands, then squatted down slightly and hugged the big boy.

"oh!"

Iluna on the boat was quietly amazed. As countless white figures passed by the two of them, the gray lines on Barton's body actually spread to the woman's body like a snake. The woman's soul therefore bears the curse of death, while the curse on Mr. Button's body is slowly disappearing.

"This is."

[She absorbed the curse and planned to carry it with her to the end. 】

"She" replied softly.

He straightened up gently and let go of his hand. Mr. Barton, with tears streaming down his face, wanted to catch her, but he couldn't:

"No, let me go with you."

The transparent soul is smiling gently, bathed in the light of the dark moon, and there is no sadness in her eyes. He spoke softly, his voice very gentle:

"Put me in your heart and live well. If you still remember me, I will not leave."

The corners of Shade's eyes twitched, Priest August shook his head, Sister Devlin still had no expression, and Iluna on the boat had some red eyes. An immature girl cannot bear to read such a story, especially when it happens right in front of her eyes.

"Remember, live well."

Giving the last blessing softly, while Mr. Barton lay on the water and cried loudly, the woman's soul turned around and followed the thousands of white shadows towards the huge moon at the end of the water.

Shade looked at the white shadows. He wanted to say something, but this story was really difficult to summarize. Fortunately, someone spoke for him:

"Wait a minute, don't leave yet."

The old priest knocked his pipe on the side of the boat. The woman's soul stopped and everyone else looked at the old priest.

Rat Augustus drooped his eyelids and said in a deep voice:

"There are one, two, three, four and five people who come in, and there must be five people who leave. Joey Barton cannot leave with his soul. He must return to reality with us. Otherwise, his power will die and the fragile balance will be broken. .”

Shade looked at the priest in confusion, wondering what he wanted to express by repeating this.

"But you have done too many bad things, and too many people died today because of you, so I don't want you to return to reality alive. Joey Barton, you have done something wrong, and you must pay the price."

The priest looked at Joey Barton with a serious expression, and the latter nodded slightly tremblingly. Shade rarely saw this expression of the old man.

"In order not to destroy the balance of life and death, a dead person must not be allowed to become a living person. But if you pay a certain price, you can exchange a powerful living person for a dead person."

The priest coughed and emphasized again:

"The number of people who come in is one, two, three, four or five, and the number of people who leave must also be five. Do you understand?"

Shade raised his eyebrows, Iluna also had a look of realization, and Mr. Barton's eyes widened in disbelief:

"Can you use me to exchange for her rebirth? Can this also maintain the balance of life and death?"

"Generally speaking, it's not possible. This is also a resurrection of breaking the rules. But now the situation is special. If I am willing to help, it is possible."

Priest August pointed at himself slowly. Shade knew that he had some power to kill the angel, and it was indeed possible to accomplish such a thing. glutinous rice

The priest added:

"Of course, that is not a perfect resurrection. Moreover, your soul must leave with her and be attached to her for life. Because she is not equivalent to you.

You are dead from now on and become a wandering soul. Until she dies again, you are not qualified to reach the end, and you are not even qualified to end it on your own initiative. And you will bear the curse of death together, and no one can escape it. That should be the best thing to do right now, you have to pay for what happened today, Joey Barton. "

Mr. Button looked at Marilyn Handel's soul with his whole body trembling:

"I can't let her bear the curse, no, I can't be so selfish, I can't"

"Sir, I do."

That gentle soul actually took the initiative to speak. She bowed slightly to Priest Augustus. The soul can reflect the essence of a person. She is indeed a very gentle and kind person.

"Madam, even if you are willing, I am not willing."

The priest shook his head:

"Although I don't want Joey Barton to return to reality alive, resurrecting you breaks the rules. Why should I help you?"

"What do you need from this?"

The woman's soul asked softly. Priest August did not put forward any conditions, but looked at the soul watching them:

"Are you sure you want to do this? Madam, you will have the qualification to walk alive again, but the price is that you will carry his heavy soul, you will be stained with the terrible death curse, and even the resurrection will not be complete, you will have more The sufferings. These sufferings need to be endured by you together until you pay the price. This is fair to Joey Barton, but unfair to you. You did nothing wrong."

Marilyn Hendel's pure white soul looked at Barton who was slumped there, lowering her eyes slightly:

"Joy, are you willing to spend your life with me in this way, to make up for your mistakes with your lifetime of good deeds?"

Mr. Barton looked at her tremblingly, his eyes facing each other, tears of his soul streaking across his cheeks, and he nodded slowly:

"Marilyn, if you can still accept me like this, I am willing to use this life to compensate you and those who have been hurt."

The priest was not surprised by this result:

"Of course, I help you, and you need to pay the price. Your [Creation·Death] belongs to Shade."

"no problem."

Mr. Barton said immediately.

Shade looked at the old priest, who winked at him slightly, and then the priest asked seriously:

"Also, you have to tell me, what method did the [Truth Society] use to suppress your speed of rebirth?"

"Hand bones, they peeled off my right arm and replaced my hand bones with a white shining bone."

"I want your hand bones."

said the priest.

"Can."

"Without the hand bones, even if you find a chance to be resurrected in the future, reverse rebirth will kill you again."

the priest reminded.

"I see."

After receiving the answer, the priest first handed Shade a burnt feather from the ship and asked it to be handed over to the woman's soul as a guarantee of resurrection. Then, the priest pulled up Mr. Barton's body, borrowed the [Night Watchman] from Shade, and neatly cut off the body's right arm:

"I can help you break some rules a little and trade you for her. But if you want to be resurrected, you need to reshape your body and need her original body, which I can't do."

"I can help."

Shade said, and also asked Mr. Barton:

"Are you taking her ashes with you?"

"Yes."

Mr. Button wiped the tears on his face and nodded immediately:

"Always carry it with you."

"I can restore the ashes to corpses, but you have to pay. I want a quarter of your soul. After you leave death, I promise not to report you."

The time it takes for a corpse to be cremated far exceeds the time that [Time Breath] can take effect. At the second level, Shade was able to restore the object for three months. At the fourth level, it had been improved to about ten months. However, the body was cremated in 1848 and now it is 1853.

Fortunately, the spirit runes are imbued with divinity, so that the momentary power that Shade possesses has not completely declined. He can rely on the divinity to overflow the last power to over-cast spells. This is the last miracle before obtaining the next drop of divinity.

Mr. Button looked at him in surprise:

"this is OK."

"The soul is missing, this means"

"I see."

Shade looked at Priest August:

"Can you help divide a quarter of his soul?"

"Of course, it's a small thing."

The priest pointed casually. Mr. Button was not divided, but his soul became much more transparent. A more unreal Joey Barton appeared behind him, and was later turned into blood wine by Shade's red wine bottle.

Joey Barton's soul was severely hit by the curse, and this was a voluntary sacrifice, so Shade's spell casting only took dozens of seconds.

After taking back the wine bottle, Shade also climbed onto the boat and dug out the ashes from Barton's body. Taking a deep breath, as the gray air flowed from the ashes into Shade's nostrils, the woman's body before cremation appeared on the boat. The face was painted with corpse makeup and the body was wearing cremation clothes.

Shade gently put it down. Two bodies, a man and a woman, lay in the boat.

No one asked Shade what he wanted to do, and Shade's face looked a little ugly. He didn't use all of Hongdie's power, but after the power was turned back into the pendant, the pendant actually cracked. The blood brew was prepared for this. Because he had to get this blood brew, he promised not to report Joey Barton.

He needs to return to reality as soon as possible. The most dangerous action today is definitely not to defeat the person who has reversed his life.

This night has just begun.

The old priest continued:

"I have the qualifications for resurrection and a corpse, but it is not enough. The soul and the corpse need to overlap, but this is not resurrection, it is just a living dead. It also requires some special power. I will think of a way."

The priest pondered, and then Sister Devlin spoke:

"I can help, using the original fire to rekindle this woman's life. But there will be a price."

"What price."

Barton asked for the third time, and the nun said softly:

"Your body, I want your body to voluntarily turn into fuel for the flames."

"My body belongs to you."

"Without the body, you completely lose the chance of resurrection. You will always be a lonely soul."

"I understand. Sister, this is the price for all I've done."

Sister Devlin nodded, held her hands up, and the slender flame appeared again. The flames fell on Joey Barton's body and quickly burned it away, leaving only a bone whistle among the ashes. Then, some sparks splashed onto the body of another woman, and her body became warm.

Not sure if it was an illusion, Shade felt that the fire in the nun's hand seemed to be stronger.

"What's this?"

Shade curiously picked up the whistle, and Mr. Button answered softly:

"The truth will be given to me, and it seems to be related to the ancient gods. Sister, please spread the ashes in this water, and let my body be with death."

Only then did Shade notice that Joey Barton, who originally had color, was now only a transparent soul.

The ashes of the burning corpse were carefully sprinkled into the water by Sister Devlin. The woman's soul, supported by Mr. Button's soul, entered the boat and overlapped with the corpse.

After waiting for a while, she opened her eyes, then sat up and hugged Mr. Barton, who was extremely weak because his soul was divided. They were shaking, not only with excitement, but also with the terrible curse.

But both of them had smiles on their faces, smiles in pain, and the smiles came from the heart.

Shade couldn't comment on this scene, but some people left and some returned, some paid the price, some bore the curse, some regained their love, and some were willing to sacrifice. Unable to judge whether this was a tragedy or a comedy, Shade decided that after this incident was over, Tell Dorothy the story and Miss Writer will give the answer.

Now everyone has arrived on the boat, Joy Barton and Marilyn Handel hugged each other tightly, Priest Augustus smoked his pipe and looked at the broken arm at his feet, Sister Devlin turned her head to look at the moon, Elu Na sat on the bow of the boat and looked at the scale in her hand, while Shade put down his sword and looked at the sky.

The boat once again silently cut through the water that shimmered like starlight, traveling in the opposite direction with countless departing souls, heading towards the tidal flat where the Door of Death stood.