The house was small in size, but it was eerily empty. The main reason is that in addition to the haystacks used as beds, a tilted table, and a chair, there is only one pot hanging on the wall that can be called a decoration.
The spirit state cannot hold any substance, and Jenkins did not try to remove the stone, but walked to the corner.
A man with a huge nose was lying there with his eyes closed. He was also an ordinary person with messy hair and an abnormally pale face. His body was covered with a black coat that had been mended many times. The coat had been unnaturally white from too much starching. On the man's neck, black lines could be seen wriggling under the skin.
"Isn't it a trauma?"
Jenkins thought with some distress, and then pressed his left and right hands on the man's chest and head respectively. Now it is a spirit body, you can pass through anything you want, but there is no tactile sensation when you touch it.
Can feel the consumption of the spirit, that is to say, in places that cannot be seen, the man does have physical damage, perhaps an imperceptible fracture or the like.
The candle carried by the soul trembled slightly, and the flame spread along the soul's arm to the man's body.
The observable flames frightened the boy again. He huddled on the ground desperately, then let out a strange howl like a lone wolf, and pounced on the man.
The flame didn't hurt him, the boy hugged the man and kept crying. After the flame disappeared, the man's face showed a slight color of blood, but the black line on his neck was still there.
"Thank you, thank you."
Peter thanked the air with a trembling voice. Jenkins took a step to the left so that he was facing him.
"Gu~gu~"
His stomach growled, Jenkins curled his lips, and drew a bag of rice with the idea of saving people to the bottom—anyway, he didn't worry about the consumption of his spirit now.
The boy didn't care what was helping him now, he jumped off the bed and skillfully removed the pot. Then he built a hearth with stone bricks in the corner, lit a fire with flint and straw, took a handful of turbid muddy water in the water tank, and put the pot containing rice and water on the flame.
What was boiled out in this way was just a pot of half-solidified porridge. He had never seen such polished rice before, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the pot, but he still tried to wake up the naked man first.
Jenkins shook his head, not paying attention to what happened next. The house has no windows, so you can't see the outside. Stretching out his hand from the wall, just about to explore the outside environment, a dangerous feeling as if being pointed at the muzzle of a gun came to his heart.
"What's outside?"
He immediately stopped his movements, and withdrew his hand stiffly, not daring to try again.
The man woke up quickly. He was surprised at the rice porridge in front of him. After learning what Peter had done, he burst into tears. Crying and crying, he began to retch again, and then continued to cry, and it lasted for half an hour before he could barely control himself.
Peter and the man ate the pot of food together, then knelt together in front of the mottled blue stone, praying in a low voice.
They don't know who is helping them, so the prayer is not a standard theological prayer. But prayers are always regulated, and this seems to be a form of prayer that dates back to the fifteenth century, and is still used only in some remote places.
Jenkins had seen the introduction in church books, and prayer expressions often included many uncommon phrases and fixed formats, so he wouldn't make a mistake.
"Wouldn't this be a small country other than the Three Kingdoms?"
Jenkins guessed accordingly.
After praying, the father and son cleaned up the pots and bowls together, hid the remaining rice in the stack of straw, and then fell asleep together covered with the overcoat.
It was only now that Jenkins suddenly noticed that there was no lighting facility in the room, but it was extremely bright. The light is evenly distributed in every inch of space in the house, and there is no shadow on the ground.
He originally suspected that the room was actually dark, but because of his special form of soul existence, he ignored the visual need for light. But the father and son are completely ordinary people. In this space without windows and doors, it is impossible for them to act as they did just now.
He couldn't get out of the room, and once he got close to the wall, a feeling of being burned out would come to him. While the boy Peter was sleeping with his father, Jenkins inspected the room again, but the place was terribly rudimentary, and it could basically be checked by simply turning around in situ.
He also never heard the father and son praying to any gods, maybe because he was worried that there was a "generous invisible being" still in the house, or maybe both of them were unbelievers.
But the chances of this are too small.
Jenkins also tried to touch the corner of the blue stone tablet placed on the table. Sure enough, the spiritual state cannot touch matter, and the soul does not produce any abnormalities when it touches it.
boom boom boom~
After going on like this for an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden knock on the tightly closed door.
The father and son who were sleeping soundly jumped up suddenly, and they didn't even open their eyes when they got up. This was Ben's reaction. They didn't pay attention to the stones still on the table, but hastily dug out two bamboo baskets from the haystack and carried them on their backs, then ran out the door one after the other.
Jenkins remained where he was, looking at the dark world outside the door. This is not an exaggerated description, the outside of the door looks like it has been painted by a poor painter, and the background is full of black/color blocks of different shades. If you ignore this color, then there is an ordinary narrow alley outside the door, and people like Peter and his son rushing out of the small and low doors, carrying bamboo baskets.
"Hurry up! The Shadowless Day may end at any time, everyone must act quickly!"
From out of earshot from where Jenkins was standing came the heavily accented words, but he had no time to think.
And at the moment the door was opened, Jenkins felt himself soaring into the air, being pulled towards the sky by a huge force. In the deep darkness that was about to assimilate his soul, he returned to the familiar star sea.
Stepping on the stars, surrounded by tumbling star tides. Looking at the stone in his hand, Jenkins froze for a moment, then looked forward. In the sea of stars, the phantom figures of two men and one woman are waiting for him.
"Protoss?"
he asked.
The three people in front of them had the same transparent body, wearing exactly the same silver and blue robes, and there were sparkling stars in their illusory bodies. As the astral tide surged, their bodies also shone with dazzling light at the same frequency.
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Another: ask for everything.
Another thing: it's cold.