Chapter 130: The Dark Night

Chapter 130 The Dark Night
The Lost Country ship sailed up at full speed.

In the pale light cast by the creation of the world, the translucent sails of the spirit body drummed without wind, and the huge and complicated mast and cable system creaked as if controlled by countless pairs of unseen hands, adjusting the angle swiftly and sensitively, and Duncan felt the hull of the ship under his feet swaying and tilting slightly, and pointing the bow of the ship in a certain direction in the infinite sea, and the sound of the waves beating against the ship’s hull mixed with the “sensory signal” from the ship itself, echoing softly in the depths of his mind. The sound of waves crashing against the hull of the ship was mixed in with the “sensory signals” coming back from the Lost Country itself, echoing softly in the depths of his mind.

For some reason, just at the moment the ship turned its course, he seemed to suddenly feel that the atmosphere of the ship had quietly changed, obviously the surrounding scenery was still exactly the same, but ……

It was as if he heard this ship letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

Duncan left the captain’s room, faithfully came to the deck, he tilted his head in the night color, gazed at those bulging sails and towering masts, and reached out his hand and gently knocked on a railing next to the passing, said thoughtfully, “You also feel bored with aimless drifting?”

The Lost Country did not speak, except for a slight creak from below decks, and the rustling of several cables nearby, which wandered over like snakes and swung around beside Duncan.

“…… This isn’t cute, it’s even a little scary,” Duncan glanced at the cables, “That’s how you guys scared Alice into holding her head, last time, right?”

The cables wiggled in place twice and slithered away.

Duncan inhaled softly, ready to enjoy the refreshing night air of the sea, but suddenly, a distant ‘touch’ popped into his consciousness.

He didn’t react to what it was at first, but then realized that it came from the city-state of Prand.

Duncan, who was on the second floor of the antique store in the city of Prand, blinked suddenly and then immediately looked in a certain direction – it was Nina’s room next door.

In his field of vision, a cluster of ghostly green flames was pulsing sharply in that room – but it wasn’t Nina, it was the mark that had been left on Sherry.

The flame sensed the growth of transcendent power, sensed that the host’s emotions were fluctuating erratically.

What had happened to Sherry?

Duncan didn’t hesitate much, he got up and rushed out of the room to Nina’s bedroom door, he knocked gently on the door, but there was no movement inside.

He was a little hesitant at this point, but in the next second, he sensed that the mark left on Sherry’s body was pulsing again.

One couldn’t think too much at a time like this – Duncan pushed open the door to Nina’s room.

Just like when she was a child, Nina always slept without locking the door.

The bedroom was dimly lit, with only the shimmering light from the street lamps spilling in through the window illuminating the outlines of things in the room, and Duncan saw nothing out of the ordinary as far as the eye could see.

Shirley and Nina were sleeping quietly on the bed, one with her head to the end of the bed and one lying cross-legged on the other’s belly.

The …… sleeping position was very artistic.

Duncan of course wasn’t interested in paying attention to how the two girls slept, he had noticed by this time that Shirley’s brow was furrowed, and on her arm, which was normally used to summon Dog and symbiotic with the chains, a little bit of subtle black lines were slowly traveling.

Duncan frowned slightly, then activated the mark he had left on Sherry, and tried to use the special properties of the spirit fire to find the source of the “erosion” in the room.

From his point of view, Sherry’s current state, coupled with the seal’s warning, was undoubtedly a sign that the transcendent power was eroding.

A small green flame rose up beside Sherry, illuminating the surroundings with a ghostly green glow, but it flickered for a few moments before remaining where it was.

There was no erosion in the room.

Duncan’s brow furrowed, and he leaned closer, observing Sherry’s tightly furrowed brow.

He couldn’t just release a large flame to ‘scan’ the room like he had done in the factory because he wasn’t sure how much the fire affected the living, but even a small spark of the fire would have reacted to the unfamiliar transcendent power.

Erosion …… is not in the real world? The spiritual plane? Or something else?
Duncan pondered, and then he seemed to think of something, so he got up and quietly exited the room, and after closing the door and returning to his own bedroom, he saw the dove-spirit snoozing on the windowsill.

“Spirit walking.”

With a series of “cooing” protests after Aye was awakened, Duncan once again entered the dark space filled with endless starlight, and then he quieted his mind, sensing the starlight around him as he had sensed the White Oak, and Vanna, as a “mark” of his own. “.

This is not difficult, because that mark is left intentionally, far clearer and more stable than Vanna’s “spark”, Duncan almost instantly locked the starlight belonging to Shirley’s point ……

Shelly opened her eyes in the darkness and realized she was sleeping in a familiar yet unfamiliar cot.

She sat up in the dark, her mind sluggish for half a day before she regained some clarity, and looked around her in a daze, finally recognizing the outlines of something in the darkness.

Some familiar and distant memories gradually awakened, and after taking in the scene around herself, Sherry’s eyes finally snapped open. In the next second, she then violently jumped off the bed, while letting out a series of extremely irritated, even irritated to the point of trembling a little bit, and the trembling seemed to reveal fear and nervousness, “Damn, damn, damn ……X!!! damn it’s this one again, it’s this one again! My X!”

A series of loud curses broke the silence in the darkness, that cursing sound was not the familiar voice of Shirley, but a much younger and more tender child’s voice that existed only in memories, she jumped to the ground, and saw that her hands and feet had become just as skinny and tender as in her memories, and she was wearing a light pink pajamas, which was also exactly the same as in her memories, and there was still that familiar, rusty embroidered puppy on the torn cuffs. The familiar puppy embroidered with a rusty technique was still on the torn cuff.

“Don’t toss me! Don’t toss me!”

Shirley roared up in the dark room, she rushed towards the closed door, punching and kicking to break the mottled wooden boards, yet the door was as immovable as if it was made of steel and concrete, she banged her head against it, and gnashed her teeth on the handle of the door, but this completely ventilating action was pointless at all, she could only bash with her tiny body one by one, and in the midst of the bash she let the time pass by, and allowed a little bit of morning light to pour in from the nearby window spilled in a little bit of morning light, and let the last thing she wanted to hear in the early hours of the day come from outside the door.

She heard someone getting up in the next room, heard footsteps and the sound of things being packed.

She heard one of those footsteps approaching the door, and a very soft, familiar voice speaking softly, “Shirley, Shirley? Up and about? Still angry?”

Shirley’s banging on the door of her room stopped abruptly, and as if drained of her strength, she leaned against the wooden door and pressed herself against the panel with all her might, wanting very little to hear any more, yet greedily listening to the commotion coming from outside the door.

“Shirley, Dad and I went to buy you a cake, today is your birthday …… When we come back, you will not be angry, okay?”

“Don’t go ……” Shirley suddenly made a sound, at first just a very small mutter, but soon the mutter turned into a shout, “Don’t go …… don’t go! Don’t go! Don’t go!”

She finally cried out, even though she knew it was useless, she still shouted, “Don’t go! Don’t go out! Don’t go out, dammit! Don’t go out!”

Yet time still moved on to the next second, like a memory etched in her mind that can’t be turned back – the footsteps outside the door were far away.

The sound of a handbag being picked up, the distant, muffled chatter of parents, the doorknob turning, the door opening, the door closing, the key turning once, then a half-turn.

Shirley sat down slowly in the darkness and began to count her heartbeats.

The heartbeat reached its twelve hundredth when the alarming sound of a fire came from the distance.

The pungent smell of smoke and choking fumes began to penetrate the doorway as the heartbeat reached its sixteen hundredth beat.

By the eighteen hundredth heartbeat, the streets were filled with frenzied shouting, and blinding red light filled the windows as if the entire city-state had been thrown into molten lava.

By the time the heartbeat reached the two thousandth, a heavy muffled thud came from the direction of the house – the door had been broken, as if some huge beast was stepping in with heavy feet, one step closer to the locked room.

Then the door of the room finally fell down – the wooden door, which Shirley couldn’t possibly bang open with all her strength, was now shattering in all directions like shredded paper.

A hideous creature appeared there, a huge blackened demonic dog, a twisted nightmare of bones, shadows, smoke and searing ash, a demon from the depths of the underworld that was almost a behemoth to a child of only six years old, and now its empty, bloodshot eye sockets had caught the “living” thing in the room! “.

Shelly gazed calmly at the demon dog that had appeared before her.

It was a Hound of the Daleks – but not her dog just yet.

Not the dog with a heart, not the dog that would rummage through garbage cans to find food to feed itself, not the dog that would try to tell lame jokes to amuse itself, only to teach itself a bunch of swear words in the end.

The Phantom Hound stepped into the room.

The sound of chewing blood and bone rang out.

Shirley lay on the floor, feeling her limbs being devoured by the demonic hounds, the sharp pain that drilled through the curtain of eleven years of memories filling her mind sluggishly and numbly as she continued to count her heartbeats, counting how long it would take for Dog to be her Dog, and calculating how much longer she’d have to be here – according to past experience , was it a week? Or two weeks?

Her consciousness drifted a little lax, even in this pitch-black dreamscape, the distant, sluggish and numbing pains finally catching up with her, and in the blurring of her vision she suddenly saw, not far from the bed, in the deepest shadows of the darkness, a figure appearing at some point.

The figure did not seem to have appeared out of nowhere; it was as if he had been there from the beginning, from the beginning of this dream, from the beginning of every dream, and even–Shirley did not know why she had come up with this startling thought–even from eleven years ago.

There he sat, and yet it was not until now that she realized for the first time that this figure existed, as if a long fog had suddenly broken open, allowing her to peer behind that fog.

A tiny bit of faint, ghostly green firelight emerged from nowhere, illuminating the figure’s face, somber and majestic-a face Sherry had not seen before, but one that struck her with an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

“No offense.”

The somber and majestic figure spoke.

(Push the book time to ~ this time is from an old Gou’s “my secretive firm” hero daytime running the firm as a detective, night rely on their own power to manipulate other people’s dreams through a similar way to pretend to be a big god, using acting skills to play multiple roles in the curtain in the establishment of a network of power, in order to help themselves to explore the fall of a god, by the human hand to create a secretive world, and finally led the world’s (The story of people going to heaven together.)
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