Chapter 409: A brief stop
Led by Bernard, everyone came to a stone house in the town.
This stone house doesn't look particularly different from the surrounding ones.
Seeing this house, Baggett, who had been following them, shook his head in disgust and said, "I'm leaving first."
Having said that, he turned and left.
All that could be heard was the sound of his golden leg knocking against the rocks, which gradually faded away.
"This is the home of the mayor, and he can be considered our leader," Bernard said.
Knocked on the door.
Then a slightly rough and bright voice came from inside.
"Berna? Come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened and everyone saw what was going on inside.
It's no different from an ordinary room.
Everyone went in, and Polo hunched his back and barely squeezed in.
This so-called mayor is also a skeleton, but judging from the size of the skeleton, he must have been quite strong when he was alive.
He was also wearing simple soft armor.
There is a statue in the room, which should be used for prayer.
The figure was wearing a hood and his clothes were somewhat tattered. One hand held a tangled chain, and the other hand held a Grim Reaper's scythe.
Obviously it doesn't seem like a normal belief.
Looking at the emblem above, Alka felt familiar. Wasn't this the emblem of the Tomb Raiders that they had seen before?
"Ah, stranger, I haven't seen you for a long time. Hello, I'm the mayor here, you can just call me Code.
I hope my people didn’t scare you, hahaha.”
The skeleton looked at Alka and the others and smiled.
Although I couldn't see their facial expressions, I could still roughly judge their emotions by their tone of voice.
"Alka, I don't really care about race and appearance. I just didn't expect there is such an island." Alka said with a smile.
"If you don't mind, could you tell us about it?" Lucilia asked while sitting on Alka's shoulder.
She was really curious about the island.
Hearing this, Code nodded and said, "Of course, everyone, please take a seat. This is not something worth hiding."
As everyone sat down, Code scratched his skull and said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, there is no tea here for the time being. Please forgive me."
"Of course, I understand." Alka waved his hand and said.
Code nodded and began to narrate: "We woke up about five or six thousand years ago. At that time, there was some confusion. Later, after the outsiders' narration and understanding, it took us a long time to adapt, and we finally accepted our identities and knew the current situation of the world.
Of course, that era was still very chaotic.
Some of us naturally want to leave, but unfortunately, as you can see, there is something clearly wrong with our current state.
Although we were able to leave the island, we were unable to escape the thick fog at sea."
"Can't get out? No wonder." Alka said. No wonder he had never heard of the situation of these races outside.
That is to say, for people like them who are in a half-dead state, it is impossible for them to leave the area filled with white fog.
Of course, it could be fake.
But Alka couldn't judge, so he just believed it to be true.
"Will we die if we go out? Or will we be pulled back?" Lucelia asked curiously.
Bernard next to him said: "It's like dying and turning into a pile of dry bones, and then being dragged back."
After hearing this simple explanation, everyone nodded in understanding; it was easy to understand.
In other words, for thousands of years, he has lived like a ghost, without sleep, without food or drink, and even cannot leave this place. He has not gone completely crazy yet. It doesn't make sense to think about it. Although many of the ghosts that have just walked along the way seem to be in good condition, they all have various mental problems.
However, these various problems seem understandable.
"I believe you have seen along the way that my people have gradually begun to fall into madness under such torture."
Cord said suddenly.
Hearing this, everyone didn't know how to respond.
They don’t understand and can’t empathize.
I can't even speak words that they understand.
"Thousands of years of torture. It seems that Bageot was also outside just now? You must have been blocked by him. Please forgive him."
At this point, one could sense a hint of sadness in Code's tone.
"His ship is full of people who have gone completely crazy, or are close to crazy.
Not all outsiders are as friendly as you are, and we have hosted many strangers over thousands of years.
Some are as friendly as you, some treat us as monsters, some treat us as experiments, some speak ill of us, and some try to purify us, but all of these serve no purpose other than to make us suffer more.
So his pirate groups were out there attacking all the ships that tried to reach the island, and we the dead were acquiescing.
The ships that could be driven away by them could not bear our appearance or change our lives. "
Then the mayor stood up and said, "If you want to buy goods or harvest supplies, please forgive us, there is nothing suitable here.
If you are curious about this island and want to take a look around, please do not disturb these suffering people.
There are no secrets on this island. You can wander around as you please, as long as you don’t disturb the residents.”
As he spoke, he went straight to the statue and suddenly began to pray.
Seeing this scene, Bernard turned to look at everyone and made a shushing gesture. Then he led them out of the room quietly and closed the door.
“Please forgive his courtesy. He has endured enough pressure over the past thousands of years, and sometimes he needs to pray to vent.
Memories are not good for him.”
Everyone nodded indifferently. The undead here were indeed more or less mentally abnormal, and they could easily get used to it.
And this cannot be considered rude at all. Instead, these undead are a little too polite.
Jason looked at Bernard who was speaking: "What about you? Why do you seem to be the most normal one we have met?"
On the contrary, Bernard, who had been leading them around, did not show much abnormal behavior.
"Hahahaha, of course it's this one." He shook the fishing rod on his shoulder, very proud.
“I was obsessed with fishing when I was alive, and I didn’t have many friends or even relatives.
Fishing is everything to me, I live by fishing. So I was abnormal when I was alive, how could I be more abnormal when I died? "
Bernard smiled very freely.
At this time, Simon was very perceptive and thought of something and asked, "Do the undead who were with you before have their own hobbies ?"
Hearing this, Bernard stared at him with his skull eyes burning with soul fire: "You are very perceptive, that's right. Narissa is obsessed with painting, Sabog is good at sculpture, and Wally is deeply involved in dance."
"That is to say, if you have a hobby that you are obsessed with after you die, this hobby can be entrusted to your spirit and keep your emotions in a good state.
Compared to other people." Simon said.
Bernard nodded: "Yes, you found it so quickly, it's really amazing.
Yes, it's a pity that only a few of us have such an obsessive hobby, and even after death, we are still obsessed with it.
Many people have given up in the endless torture of time, and those who are interested are either intact or completely crazy. "
As he spoke, he took a few people and slowly walked in another direction.
Walking and chatting.
Apparently, Alka and other rare outsiders became the objects of the skeleton's confession.
He really needs some normal people to chat with and relieve his emotions.
Everyone also needs to understand that this is not something that is rejected at all.
“If it weren’t for these hobbies, we would have gone crazy and become pirates on ghost ships.
So sometimes I really admire Baggett and Code. Although they always quarrel and have different ideas, they rely on their own will, which is the most normal thing. "
"Is Baggett considered normal?" Jason asked uncertainly from the side.
"Of course, he has always been like this, isn't that normal?"
Now that you put it that way, it seems to be true.
He had an abnormal personality from the beginning, and it has not changed much after thousands of years. Doesn't this mean that he is normal?
Although it's weird, it's true.
Soon they came to an area with many houses, but there were very few undead villagers coming and going.
"You can just find a few houses here to live in. Of course, I think you might prefer to live on your own ship.
After all, this is the residence of the dead. Although we were all normal humans, many habits have changed over the past thousand years."
"Why are there so many empty houses here?" Xia Dai asked.
And these vacant rooms seem to be clustered together.
"It was those crazy residents who joined the pirates, and they naturally flowed down."
"By the way, if you need to find me, you can find me at the lighthouse and the harbor. I usually fish there.
Of course, if you need some supplies, you can also come to me. I will release most of the fish I catch, so you can take them if you need them. "
After a few more words of small talk, Bernard, who had been leading them, left.
Of course, the crowd did not enter these houses to rest. They just took a casual look and left after confirming that no one had lived there for a long time.
"What do we do now? Do we draw a map of this island? Or do we leave?"
Xia Daiti said as he walked towards the boat on the shore.
Hearing this, Alka couldn't help but think about it. He couldn't be sure for a while, there must be some strange phenomenon for this place to become like this, but they now have their own things to do.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Well, let's just draw a picture. Since we are here now, I will."
Besides, the island is really small and it is easy to walk around it.
And through his special vision that could see through secrets, Alka always felt that there was a red tint in the sky.
Xia Daiti nodded and started strolling with the others, since he had nothing to do anyway.
Walk, observe and chat.
"So what exactly caused this island to become like this?" Jason asked curiously.
"The chaos of the environment," Julia said.
Along the way, she didn't speak a word, but relied on her own perception to sense the special features of the surrounding environment.
At least I felt something was different.
Looking at the curious eyes of the crowd, he said as he walked: “It’s very simple, just like the extremely weak and chaotic space in the Broken Sea before.
Here, in this foggy area, death becomes extremely weak or even disappears completely.
It is in this area that the concept of death may no longer exist.”
"In other words, you won't really die here?" Jason asked with a frown.
Is there anything so outrageous?
Julia shook her head: "No, that can't be said. Immortality means the immortality of the soul, not the incorruptibility of the body.
When you die, your soul remains immortal and attached to your body, but your body is already dead, so when you leave this fog, you will most likely suffer the death and decay of your body.
Death will not stay away forever, he will catch you at the right place and grab you by the throat."
"So, I will become a ghost like them?" Lucelia asked.
"I don't know, but there might be such a possibility. What's more likely is that you will die completely after leaving this area, and you may not come back like them."
"Don't forget, it took them tens of thousands of years to wake up again after their death." Alka turned around and reminded.
Who knows what this place has been through over the past tens of thousands of years.
This means that even if they die, they may have to wait this long before they can be revived.
So basically dead is dead.
No one would try to kill themselves , there's no point.
“So even if the deaths here disappear, it won’t be like theirs. They are bound to this area, there must be other reasons.” Julia said, then shook her head to indicate that this was all she knew.
"I care more about this thing than what you said." Simon said, standing under a big tree and looking at the tree.
Perhaps it's because this area is filled with death that cannot be left, or perhaps it's because of some other reason.
The plants on the island looked a little dilapidated and dry, but they were indeed alive.
Just like the big tree in front of them, there were no green leaves on it at all, and it was as dry as a completely withered tree.
But it is indeed a big tree that is still alive.
"What's wrong with this thing?" Jason came over and asked curiously.
"Rebirth of death." Simon said as he climbed up the big tree, and then he saw a young sprout growing among a bunch of dry dead wood.
The young shoots are about the size of a fingernail.
Looking at the tender leaves, Simon has begun to take out various equipment and start to unfold them.
"What do you mean?" Jason was confused.
"That's the kind of material we need," Alka said, recalling.
The material was needed for the device they were researching that could give the doll girl a soul.
One of the materials they found, unknown where, was something very mystical - the life of death.
Very symbolic stuff.
Simon is going to go a little deeper than he does here.
Then, under the gaze of everyone, Simon cut off the tender bud along with the broken branch underneath, and immediately sealed it with magical protection.
Then he put away the devices and jumped down.
"Following the voyage of destiny is indeed useful, isn't it?" Simon said with a smile as he looked at the tender buds in the bottle in his hand.
Alka looked at the young buds in the bottle, his eyes slightly dazed, he wanted to see more.
Then he saw that the young buds carried the brokenness and resistance of death.
Life weighs upon death, yet it emerges from death.
Then his eyes felt a little sore, and Alka closed his eyes and rested for a while.
This kind of situation happens when he sees some things that he shouldn't see too much at this stage. It can be regarded as a warning.
"Then this thing..." Alka seemed to have thought of something, and a leg bone appeared in his hand.
It was the bone that was taken from the thigh of the undead who had crawled out of the coffin before, a bone that carried the memory of death.
Thinking about the resurrection of the dead, I wonder if the skeleton will be missing a leg?
"Memories after death?" Alka was a little unsure.
But he did see some similar meaning in this bone.
Alka and Simon said, and they looked at each other.
The strange phenomena brought about by this area might really allow them to gain something.
Thinking of this, Alka said directly: "The island may have the materials we need. By the way, pay attention and take a look around."
Several people suddenly felt motivated and began to follow Xia Daiti to draw a map while observing the surroundings.
Peculiar areas can naturally produce more scarce materials.
…
Time flies by.
Alka and his friends were doing boring things on the island.
"Are you ready to leave?" Bernard sat on a boulder on the shore, holding a fishing rod in his hand, and asked the people next to him.
Sitting next to him were Porro, Jason, and Juanlu.
They have the same look as Bernard.
"Yeah, we might have to leave soon," Jason said.
Then he seemed to feel that a fish was coming up, so he calmly took the fishing rod and began to pull with the fish, then exerted force suddenly.
He dragged up a big fish, the strength of this fish was probably around the second stage.
The moment he pulled the fish up, Jason seized the opportunity, knocked the fish unconscious with one punch and threw it into the fish box next to him.
It was a huge box filled with ice.
The surface was already filled with densely packed fish, all of which they had caught.
"What a pity, I still have a lot of fishing skills that I haven't passed on to you." Bernard said helplessly.
It's rare to meet people who share the same interests.
The time they spent together would be enough for him to reminisce for hundreds of years.
"What you taught us is enough. Let us figure out the rest on our own." Juanlu said solemnly.
"Speaking of which, are your other companions..." Bernard pointed at his own skull with obvious awareness.
These words and actions made the three of them feel a little embarrassed, and they didn't know how to explain it.
"Uh... maybe. It's also possible that they are just curious."
"Really? I haven't seen an outsider for many years, so I don't know much about the situation outside. Please forgive me."
"It's okay, it's okay, but they do have some problems with their brains." Jason smiled and said nonchalantly.
At this time, the sound of drums and music came from a small port in the distance.
Hearing the voice, the three of them stood up.
"We'll take our leave now. Perhaps we'll have a chance to see each other again in the future."
"Of course, if you can, come and free us if you can."
