The corpse was breathing, as if he was wandering around the edge of the kingdom of death, and then turned back to the world.

The black-robed monks in the room were staring at this scene blankly. Some of them didn't even realize that the man in front of them had actually "dead" once just now, because the moment of life and death rotation was so short that they could not even tell the difference between careful attention. They just felt that the breath of the dying "compatriots" in front of them suddenly became stable and powerful for some reason, which was particularly surprising.

The next second, the man lying on the ground opened his eyes.

He seemed to have been in the dark for too long that the oil lamps in the room that were not bright enough made him feel dazzling. He blinked his eyes to adapt to the light, and then his eyes slowly turned, as if he had just noticed the three men in black robe gathered around him.

"Thank you for your blessing!" A younger black-robed monk finally reacted and couldn't help but praise excitedly, "You survived! I thought you would..."

"Wait! No! Back!" The cultist with a low voice suddenly realized something. He stopped the other people's movements, and at the same time stared at the man who had just woken up with a vigilant look. While retreating, he said in a threatening tone, "His breathing just now has completely stopped. I'm absolutely right... The situation is not right!"

Duncan finally adapted to the surrounding environment, and the tinnitus noise gradually faded from his mind. He saw the figures around him clearly, and his first reaction was - why did he still have these people when he opened his eyes? Why was he still in the sewer?

Walking in the spiritual world should be random. When he chose his target, he was completely following his intuition and was random. However, he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes twice, he fell among these cultists. What kind of bad fate is this?

But then, he noticed something was wrong from the reactions of the people around him. The next second, he noticed the black robe on his body.

Duncan was silent for two seconds, and his heart was already stunned.

In the last round, he was sacrificed by cultists, and then he closed his eyes and opened his eyes. Now he is a "cultivist".

He is really destined to be with these people.

“…It’s not right!”

At this moment, a low voice full of hostility suddenly interrupted Duncan's state of confusion after "awakening". He followed the sound and immediately met a cold gaze full of vigilance.

The master of the gaze was staring at him coldly, and beside him, two other black-robed scholars also realized it and retreated to act alertly.

Duncan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he might have possessed a corpse just like last time.

I am pretending to be a zombie in front of these cultists!

After understanding the situation in front of him, the nervous reactions of these cultists became natural. Duncan's mind was running quickly. He felt that the numbness and dullness remaining in this body had not completely dissipated. It was particularly inconvenient to move. It seemed difficult to cause trouble under the noses of several cultists. He could only find a way to stabilize these people first. And just as he was quickly looking for a way out, a little bit of fragmented vague memories suddenly appeared in his mind!

In that shattered and vague memory, he suddenly "recalled" many fragments of experiences that did not belong to him - he remembered that "he" hid in the sewer, remembered that "he" gave his money from his home to the sun, remembered that "he" participated in those dark, crazy and bloody rituals to heal his disease, and drank the blood of innocent people in exchange for "the blessing of the sun"...

At the end of a series of messy memories, he "sees" the scene of the sacrifice ceremony again, and saw many people wearing black robes standing next to the platform, while a young sacrifice was pushed onto the platform. The young sacrifice had a stiff and weird expression, which made the whole ceremony fall into chaos...

He saw the "Sun Messenger" being sacrificed to his heart, and everyone around the altar was in a state of madness. The believers were killing each other. The surging flames were flowing from the sun totem, and the angry roars and whispers of nothingness filled the assembly hall. The original owner of his body and the last few remaining believers fled in a hurry...

Duncan didn't know how long he had been stunned. Perhaps it was only a moment before, the strange memories in his mind calmed down again, and a sad and hateful life turned into a series of pale fragments, lying in his heart as if they were for reading - like some kind of "nutrient".

This is the memory of the original owner of his body - although there are not many remaining, the source is undoubtedly.

Duncan blinked, this was a change that had not happened during the last "spiritual world walk".

Last time, he couldn't get any memory from the possessed corpse, and the brain of the "sacrificial" was only blank... Why did this change happen this time?

Is it because the body I occupied this time is still "fresh"? Or is it because the pigeon "Ai" strengthened the power of the brass compass?

Duncan slowly sat up from the ground. He knew that no matter what the reason behind this change was, it was not a good time to be dazed. The nervous cultists obviously realized that something was wrong with their "resurrection from the dead".

As Duncan stood up, the three cultists immediately took a step back, and then the man in black robe with a low voice pressed his waist with one hand and broke the silence: "Don't move first - tell me, what's your name?"

"...Ron," Duncan recalled briefly, and said quite naturally the name he had just learned from his memory, "Ron Stryn."

"He is called Ron." A young black-robed monk opposite immediately lowered his voice to the man in black-robed who had become the leader of the three and had a low voice.

However, the man in black robe did not relax his vigilance at all. He just stared at Duncan, and then suddenly recited in a strange syllable tone: "In the name of the sun, I wish the Lord's glory shines everywhere, and in the name of the sun, I wish the Lord's blessing to come!"

Listening to the sudden movement of the cultist opposite, Duncan was stunned for a moment, then felt a burning heat in his chest. He subconsciously reached out and took out the thing that was heating under his clothes, but saw that it was a golden sun talisman - bursts of strange heat were coming from the surface of the talisman!

The next second, the amulet suddenly ignited a raging flame. The flames seemed to be full of malice and rushed towards Duncan's heart!

"The glory of the Lord is backing him!" Seeing this scene, the cultist who had just recited the prayer instantly reacted. He pulled out the short sword from his waist and shouted, "His soul has been replaced! Kill this heretic filth!"

The other two cultists were obviously slower, but then they also reacted. Those who thought Duncan was a "compatriot" did not hesitate to pull out the daggers and daggers they carried with them, and rushed over with murderous intent while shouting loudly: "Kill him!!"

Duncan held the sun talisman that had already begun to burn, and watched three figures pounce towards him. The next second, another shadow suddenly appeared at the edge of his sight!

A dead bird burning with green flames, like a ghost, tore the air apart, swept across the roof with a cold flame flow. It made a strange scream, and its wings flapping invisible ashes and feather fragments were sprinkled.

The three cultists were naturally attracted by the "undead bird". They subconsciously looked up at "Ai" who turned into a spirit body.

The next moment, all of their movements were slow, just as the connection with the real world suddenly became far and slow. The figures of the three men in black robe pulled out overlapping afterimages in mid-air like frame-by-frame animations. They slowly landed in a funny way, and finally fell to a static distance of less than two meters in front of Duncan.

They looked at the undead bird hovering around the ceiling and then landed on the black-robed "compatriots" opposite. They saw the sun talisman in the man's hand still burning, but the next second, the burning flames turned into a faint green, and turned into the same shape as the flames on the "undead bird".

Duncan pinched the sun talisman in his hand, and the green spirit fire wrapped around the surface of the talisman in strands. The flames that gushed out of the talisman circled in front of him for half a circle, then calmed down like a pet, and slowly hovered on his arm like a flattering thing.

He held the completely occupied and transformed sun talisman and slowly came to the three cultists. He looked at the other party's horrified eyes and couldn't help but feel regretful in his tone: "You must pretend that you don't know anything."

The next second, the figures of the three cultists suddenly flashed violently in the air for a few moments, and then disappeared.

The "dead bird" wrapped around green fire, like a bone, jumped on Duncan's shoulder twice. Amid the crackling sound of the flames, it made a sharp and hoarse shout: "Oh, the page is gone, try refreshing it?"
Chapter completed!