With the complete disappearance of the corpse, wisps of black smoke seeped out from the sand. They wrapped around Jenkins quickly, forming a black ring on the skin of his wrist.
A disgusting feeling of wanting to vomit made him unable to help lowering his head to support the ground. At the same time, the spirit that was originally circulating freely in his body also felt jerky, which was unprecedented before. .
Humming whispers came from the ear, as if a group of people were discussing something in a low voice. An urge to kill made Jenkins subconsciously call out the black gun, but fortunately, there was no one in this place for him to kill.
"Wouldn't this be a permanent negative effect?"
He was very worried and kept rubbing the marks on his wrist with his left hand.
Suddenly remembered something, and stumbled into the pit to pick up the severed bone. The slightly cold air penetrated into the body from the surface of the bone, shaking the spirit violently. The severed bone also collapsed into pieces, causing the black brand on the wrist to fade suddenly. But soon, the feeling of wanting to vomit returned.
"There are gains and losses. I agreed to bear his crimes. At the same time, I also got a special item that can affect the spirit and have a positive impact-although this cannot completely eliminate the impact. That is to say, if my answer just now has even If you make a mistake, then you have to fight that thing under the negative influence of the perfect body."
He basically believed in his own deduction, and after experiencing so many strange situations, he could be considered to have come up with some universal laws. Now Jenkins regrets it very much. If the black ring is really a permanent effect, it is better to fight directly before the conversation begins.
Considering the characteristics of the Paradise, it is very likely that this effect will be permanent and irreversible.
"Are you going to waste your divinity when you go out?"
But at least there is a way around it.
"You helped the kinslayers who committed murder,
Help him to bear his sin.
He is liberated.
So,
And you? "
The voice of the old lady came from the top of the sand dunes far away, because it was not specially processed, so it didn't sound very clear.
Pressing his head, Jenkins didn't have time to talk to her. He was worried about looking in that direction now, and his spirit would be completely overwhelmed by the last straw.
"Next time, you must not easily agree to such a condition."
He can feel that his limit is the current state, and even his normal thinking has been affected. Desperately trying to tell myself what to do next, but the body's instinctive reaction is to kill all obstacles, and then return to the material world to catalyze and purify candles with divine power to solve the current painful state.
Jenkins was much slower to exhume the second body because of his poor condition. This time he didn't continue digging at the place just now, but moved a certain distance towards the sand dune to prevent digging up the same corpse as before.
This time the smell was the first to be noticed, because this time the corpse was not a skeleton, but a highly decomposed appearance. I just don't know why no maggots were seen on the corpse, but even so, the appearance and smell made Jenkins retch.
The reason why I can't vomit is because I haven't eaten dinner and I'm on an empty stomach now.
Another strange, laughing spirit body overlapped with the corpse, and the corpse became half rotten and half normal.
This is obviously a woman, judging from only half of her face, she will not be more than 40 years old.
"Are you willing to be trapped in this desert forever? Don't you yearn for freedom? Don't you want to see your family again?"
This time Jenkins spoke first, and he attributed the last "failure" to not taking the initiative to speak.
"Leave, maybe?"
She wasn't sure.
"I can send you away if you want."
Still feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, he assured, but at least the urge to kill had been subdued.
"No, I can't leave, I'm guilty."
said the woman.
"I knew it was going to be like this..."
He groaned/groaned in his heart, and stuck the black gun in the sand, and he supported it to stand firm, in fact, to prevent a sudden fight.
"What did you do wrong?"
He avoided mentioning the word "sin" as much as possible.
"I was very hungry, so I ate a lot."
The woman replied, an answer that gave Jenkins something foreboding.
"According to the general routine... cannibalism?"
Thinking of this, the discomfort in my stomach became more intense:
"What did you eat?"
"I ate everything, I ate everything I could see, but I was still hungry. There was nothing left for me to eat, so I died."
Jenkins was silent for a moment, which was a little different from what he thought.
"Then what do you have to do to be willing to leave this place?"
"I'm still hungry, it makes me uncomfortable, are you willing to carry..."
"No, I don't want to."
Before the words were finished, the corpse that had been sitting quietly stood up suddenly. The heavily rotted side gurgled and popped blood bubbles, and it grew its own mouth, which gradually expanded to astonishing size.
From that black hole-like mouth, a handsome woman's face slowly emerged.
"Hello~"
She spoke in Common, and smiled at Jenkins.
Jenkins blushed, "Hello,"
He replied in a daze. In a normal state, such mind control wouldn't work on him, but he's in a bad situation right now.
"Want to kiss me?"
the woman asked shyly.
"kiss?"
Jenkins looked at the two red lips, swallowed, and showed an extremely shy smile.
"No, we just met, it's not appropriate to kiss now."
His dull and reserved character saved his life.
"You really don't want to kiss me?"
The woman asked gently again.
"No."
Jenkins shook his head firmly, and at the same time had a doubt in his heart:
"This shouldn't be a good person, would a normal woman take the initiative to invite a strange man to kiss him?"
Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
"If you don't come to kiss me, then I will kiss you!"
The face in the mouth suddenly became ugly like a snake, and she stretched out from the huge mouth, and the back of the face turned out to be a snake-like body.
Crawl towards Jenkins along the ground, and wrap it gently around his neck. The snake's face slowly stretched back, pulling the man towards the dark mouth.
The side of Jenkins' face rubbed against the sand, blood stains slowly oozing out. The pain seems to inject a stimulant into the spirit. Although the stimulant is inferior, it is at least useful.