"The soul is trapped here because the body is bound to this land."
Jenkins understood this sentence, and he needed to dig out at least three corpses from under his feet before he could leave.
This test will definitely not be Jenkins' sand digging skills, nor will it be pure patience. Those ghosts with terrible smiles may be the real difficulty.
Seeing that the woman stopped talking and returned to the state of staring straight at the person again, Jenkins nodded slightly, and then quickly retreated to the bottom of the sand dune.
The air was dry and annoying, and I licked my lips before I felt the need for water.
Because he was the only one in the strange situation this time, he couldn't exchange opinions with anyone. He didn't waste time either, seeing that he didn't have suitable tools at hand, and it was a pity for [Reading] to waste such a thing, so he bent down and started digging with his bare hands.
Things were far smoother than Jenkins thought. He just dug less than two feet at the bottom of his feet at will, and within ten minutes, a small bone was exposed in the sand.
According to the meager medical knowledge that Jenkins only learned after he became the Blesser, it should be a human finger bone.
"Okay, let me see what the hell this is going to do."
As he said that, he began to clean up the sand around the bones more carefully. He didn't know what the consequences of damaging these corpses were, and he didn't want to know.
Ten minutes later, a male skeleton lying on his back in the sand with his right hand raised was completely exposed in front of Jenkins. Even without the support of sand, the raised right hand, which was the position first discovered by Jenkins, still maintains a high position that does not conform to the bone structure and gravity, making people wonder what he was doing before he died.
He retreated outside the bunker he had dug, and waited quietly for a few seconds, and the skeleton really started to tremble by itself. It took a minute to control all of its bones, and even longer to sit up.
But it didn't mean to leave the bunker, but faced Jenkins and waited quietly.
Jenkins was a little puzzled at first, but soon saw one of the spirits "floating" above the skeleton with the eyes of reality, and then overlapped with it in the same sitting posture.
If you just look at it with the naked eye, the corpse on the sand suddenly becomes half bone and half flesh. At the junction of the two, the section of the internal organs can be observed, and the strange thing is that there is no blood flowing out.
"I don't want to leave this place, please don't bother me."
It said that from the sound, it was very close to the image of the spirit body it saw just now.
"Why?"
Jenkins was glad that it didn't hit directly, which showed that at least the strange situation this time was not purely fighting.
"Because I'm guilty."
This is a sentence without the slightest meaning.
"Everyone is guilty, you don't have to worry about it."
Jenkins reassured.
"But the sin I committed is so great that I don't think even God will forgive me."
Conversing with such an image of a monster is really uncomfortable. In particular, the logic of its speech is consistent with that of normal people, which is what annoys Jenkins the most.
"God will forgive you. In fact, the great god is far more tolerant and merciful than mortals imagine... Moreover, I don't think God should pay special attention to a certain person."
He reassured again, guessing what the outcome of this conversation would be.
"I killed my children, I used a kitchen knife, will God forgive me?"
"Will do."
Jenkins nodded.
"oh!"
He immediately screamed again, looking down to see that the clothes on his left arm were wet with his own blood. Just a few seconds ago, it seemed that an invisible person slashed him with a sharp weapon, and he didn't even realize what happened the second the wound appeared.
"I killed my wife, I used poison, will God forgive me?"
It asked again, because Jenkins could not judge the complete expression, Jenkins could only infer from the tone that it was really asking Jenkins for consultation.
"Will do."
Jenkins replied again.
Because of thirst, he swallowed subconsciously after expressing his opinion, but he felt that the swallowed milk was cold and bitter.
"vomit~"
There was a strange sound in his throat, and he fell straight on the sand, but quickly stood up holding his nose.
"It's such a powerful toxin, it's onset so quickly, it's almost too late for the candle's detoxification function to react."
He really wanted to know what the man who killed his wife was thinking at the time, but at the same time he didn't understand why the knife just chopped off his arm instead of his neck.
He hasn't healed himself now, and an ability can only be used once in the treacherous realm, and now is not a good time.
"I killed my parents, can God forgive me?"
he asked a third time.
Jenkins was eager to experiment with the variables of what would happen if he answered "no," but his will to survive prevented him from doing so.
"God will forgive you."
While speaking, he suddenly jumped to the right. But it seemed that someone invisible kept up with Jenkins' speed, and a huge force knocked him down directly from behind, and Jenkins could even hear the sound of bones breaking.
"It's not an 'invisible man', it's an inescapable ability to produce results directly."
He made such a judgment and started the treatment by pressing his hands on his chest. The broken bone probably directly hit the lung, not only the pain was severe, but even breathing became difficult.
Even in this dry and horrible environment, sweat still oozes from his forehead.
"Will God really forgive me?"
This probably means the end, but this strange situation is so terrible that Jenkins has already used the means to save his life before he even figured out the rules.
He suspected that he had gone the wrong way, otherwise it would be completely unreasonable to encounter such a miserable situation in the first place.
"Will God really forgive me?"
Seeing that Jenkins didn't answer, the man asked again patiently.
"Will do."
Jenkins whispered back, ready to take another hit, but this time it didn't happen by accident.
"Then, can you bear those crimes of killing instead of me?"
"May I think about it... No no no, I agree."
Considering that before the word was finished, tentacles-like granulation had already begun to grow on the fleshy side of the corpse in the bunker, and bone spurs were growing on the side of the skeleton. Jenkins immediately understood that this was the wrong answer .
"thanks for your help."
It finally said that its body turned into fine sand and disappeared bit by bit, leaving only a finger bone like white jade falling to the sand surface.