"Meow~"
Chocolate raised his head dissatisfied, stood on Jenkins' chest, and called out to the starry sky a few times. Then he jumped onto the balcony floor and drew a circle around Jenkins with his paw. The cat wagged its tail, and immediately ran back to the house, stretching its paws towards the black metal block.
Jenkins felt that his soul was ascending, not the ascension of the soul when he became a god, but a real physical ascension.
The sea of stars is getting closer and closer to me, and the surrounding scenery is constantly changing. Only the tide indicated by the [Star Sea Badge] remains the same.
The tide was getting closer, and Jenkins finally noticed that a dark hole was looming under the floating sea of stars. His soul involuntarily threw himself towards the hole, and from the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of the streamer flying towards here.
"Praying to you... whoever you are... I pray to you... please, please save me..."
As it approached the hole under the sea of stars, it was just aimlessly downward, but an inexplicable traction suddenly appeared. And then there were intermittent prayers, or prayers.
The voice is very young and male, and the accent is so strange that it is difficult to understand.
After the feeling of falling is over, as the grotesque picture in front of me disappears, a simple house made of stone bricks appears in front of me. He was in the room now, a boy in rags and sewing on his knees, and a bed in the corner of the room.
This is an extremely thin boy with dark yellow skin, no more than fifteen years old. Anyone who saw him at first glance could tell he was suffering from severe malnutrition. The boy had messy hair that hadn't been washed for a long time, and Jenkins couldn't tell what the dark hair's original color was except for the white flakes.
The boy trembled and touched the ground with his head, and his body seemed to shrink into a ball. He still said in a low but determined voice: "Thank you! I pray to you and save my father. Whatever you want, I beg you..."
"The skin is a little dark, the color of the eyes is normal, but the nose is a little too high. It's not like the people of the country, is it a minority race in the south?"
Jenkins didn't speak, he could feel that he was in a spirit state now, so the boy obviously couldn't see him. Something is constantly feeding Jenkins' spirit so that he will not disappear. Looking back, it was a stone enshrined on the table.
It can be seen that this is a corner of a complete stele, because its three sides are very smooth.
The color of the stone itself is normal, and there is no special physical manifestation. But when Jenkins glanced over, he felt that he was looking at something heavier than a mountain.
"So, I used the Xinghai emblem to trigger something, and then accidentally fell into a hole under the Xinghai, and was attracted by this boy's prayer?"
He guessed, then squinted at the boy. He was really lucky, praying to that stone, he attracted a real god, and this great being is still offline.
If the true god had descended, he would probably have gone mad long ago.
"What do you want?"
he asked, and then realized that the voice of the spirit body was inaudible to ordinary people.
The spirits from outside are continuously added to the soul from the stones. Although the upper limit of the spirit cannot be increased, it is still no problem to use abilities and items wantonly.
After activating reading and writing, a line of text automatically appeared on the ground in front of the boy kneeling on the ground.
"It's really godless to do this. It would be great if I could also have the ability to transmit sound."
Jenkins thought endlessly, watching the kneeling boy first look at the ground in surprise, and then collapsed on the ground. He twitched constantly due to excessive fright, but finally overcame the psychological barrier and knelt down facing the stone again.
"Thank you, whoever you are, please, please save my father. I am Peter, I would give anything, my blood, my flesh, my bones, my soul, you can take it. Oh , I am illiterate, great existence, you can take whatever you need, just save my father... "
"Sure enough, I can't read."
While thinking, Jenkins tiptoed to look at the bed in the corner, or the haystack in the corner, scanning the surroundings with his eyes of reality. In this family, the only thing that has aura is a fragment of the corner of the stele, which is golden.
He is still not sure where this place is, but it certainly won't be Nolan. The astral world has no spatial meaning, theoretically, any point in the astral world can directly reach any corner of the world. Even if there are fragments of the stele to supply the soul, he will eventually find his body.
"Maybe backtracking again by looking at the stars."
While guessing, he thought about things here.
In this world, apart from most people who believe in gods, there are also some people who believe in or worship non-gods. The objects of their worship are not limited to the evil things that exist in the subspace (not the main world, nor the other world), some strange things that are passed down in the mouths of mortals, strange creatures in the shadow world, protoss in the astral world, and left over from the material world of evil spirits, or some powerful benefactor.
A boy named Peter prays at will to save his father, even saying things like "whoever you are". This is often the beginning of some great disasters, and anything is possible in response to the call, such as monsters, evil gods, evil spirits, great writers, and so on.
"I'll help you first, so I can find out where this place is."
Jenkins made up his mind and drew an arrow on the ground pointing to the enshrined stone on the table. The boy should know some occult knowledge, because a circular ritual formation is depicted near the stone. The form of this sacrificial ceremony is very similar to the most basic one Jenkins has learned. It is probably because of Peter's inexperienced skills that some unimportant deviations appeared.
The ritual requires blood, some precious metals, and a pointer to the summoning. There is plenty of blood, but no precious metals, and the pointing object is the stone. It is really hard to imagine that an ordinary person can really summon a god by relying on such a simple ritual.
Although he is offline now.
"Do you need it, yes, please take it, it's yours."
The boy replied tremblingly, his voice was a little hoarse, he was really scared to the extreme. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, pointing to the corner: "Please, please save my father."