"wrong!"
Jenkins finally realized this, and subconsciously stabbed forward with the black gun held in his right hand. The tip of the gun came into contact with the rotting part of the woman's body, making the sound of gold and stone colliding.
It wasn't pointless to do so, at least the gun was propped between Jenkins and the woman, and the movement of the snake face pulling him forward was stopped by another force.
"Hiss~"
The snake-faced monster that crawled out of its mouth made such a sound, and made another half circle around Jenkins' neck to face his face. Jenkins forced a smile and opened his mouth. With a sharp force in his throat, fierce flames spewed out of his mouth.
The flames flying out of the fan instantly covered the snake's face, and then quickly spread along the slippery snake's body towards the giant mouth. The flame finally entered the woman's mouth successfully, and Jenkins felt a sharp pain in his spirit, and hurriedly put the flame back. At the same time, the snake face crawled back into its mouth.
The corpse closed its mouth and sat down again.
"It's delicious. I thought, if you can keep me from starving, I can get out of here."
Jenkins didn't respond to it, but rested his head on the sand. The woman ate part of the Inextinguishable Fire just now. Although it did not damage this gift, it directly hit Jenkins' spirit hard.
The combination of the negative state just now and this heavy blow almost made him unconscious.
"What else do you want to eat?"
he asked.
"I want to eat you."
As he spoke, he licked his swollen lips with his half-rotted tongue. At the same time, it changed from a sitting position to a crawling position, moving towards Jenkins like a quadruped.
"Maybe you could eat yourself. You see, that's what the fabled eternally hungry Ouroboros did."
he suggested.
In fact, he no longer has the strength to move, so he can only delay time.
This really worked, the crawling corpse froze, staring at Jenkins blankly. One of its eyes is normal, and the blue pupils are even abnormally beautiful; while the other eye is like a swollen hyperplastic tissue, directly bursting out of the rotten eye socket, dangling in the air.
Jenkins suspects that thread-like thing is a nerve.
"Eat yourself?"
She repeated in a trembling voice, and then slowly raised her right hand with normal skin.
Jenkins lowered his head and closed his eyes, the sound of swallowing and tearing was very clear in his ears. He didn't want to throw up now, because the discomfort from the rest of his body completely overwhelmed the feeling of vomiting.
After a few minutes, there was no sound in his ears, but Jenkins didn't even have the strength to look up to see what was going on.
The woman on the dune with the black umbrella spoke again:
"You give advice to the insatiable hungry ghost,
She eats herself and is free.
But that soul was completely shattered,
You will be tortured by guilt for a hundred years. "
Jenkins wanted to tell her that he would feel no guilt, but he just didn't have the strength to do so now. But at least the guess is correct. Although not answering the question means fighting, at least there is no need to bear the "sin".
He fully felt the disadvantages of a person facing a strange situation. Not only did he have no one to discuss countermeasures with, but in the worst case, no one could even help him sit up.
"What should I do next time?"
He asked himself, it was obviously lucky just now, but he really solved the trouble only in the conversation. But this kind of luck cannot last forever. For the next third corpse, one must choose between [Fighting] and [Bearing Guilt].
He didn't know how long he had been lying on the ground, but when he could barely move, the dark clouds in the distance were already extremely close to the sand dunes, which meant that the time for this strange situation had come to an end.
Biting his chapped lips, he got up, made sure that nothing was left near the corpse just now, and then staggered up the sand dune, digging under the feet of the woman holding the umbrella.
The coldness of the woman's body that could penetrate into the soul further devastated Jenkins' spirit. He even had hallucinations during the excavation process, and saw chocolate vaguely.
This made him cheer up again, and squeezed out the last drop of water called [Awake] from his dry soul. He couldn't imagine how that wayward cat would spend the rest of his life once he disappeared. It probably can only wait for death day by day in extreme depression.
Unlike the previous two times, this time the corpse didn't even look like a corpse, but an intact human being. It was a middle-aged man wearing what appeared to be a sacrificial robe, with a disgusting smile on his face. That smile was like honey mixed with excrement. At first glance, he thought it was sweet, but in fact it was extremely disgusting. .
"I'm guilty."
It beat Jenkins to speak, skipped all the hoops, and asked one final question:
"Will you help me bear the crime?"
There are good reasons to believe that this thing saw that Jenkins is not in the right state, so he directly forced it to the last step. This also shows that this thing knows everything about the current situation, and he wants to leave the strange world!
The current Jenkins is absolutely impossible to fight.
"What is your crime?"
He has to prepare in advance.
"Blasphemy, I blasphemed the gods, so I was condemned by God to be imprisoned here. Can you help me bear such a crime? Of course, if you don't want to, then I will kill you."
"Why are you blaspheming God?"
"Because it's fun."
"I see."
He nodded, then sat on the sand and raised the black gun with his right hand. Some spirits were injected into the gun body, causing the tip of the gun to glow black.
"I am willing to bear it!"
As these words were uttered, the man in the sacrificial robe turned into sand with a satisfied smile, and the weapon in Jenkins' hand was also thrown out by him, hitting him the moment the spirit body separated from the corpse.
In fact, this blow is completely unnecessary, after all, Jenkins' mission is to free the soul. But he hates being threatened by others, especially the kind of smile that disgusts him from the bottom of his heart.
That blow took all of Jenkins' strength, and he fell again, unable to see the terrified expression of the man before his soul was broken.
Black smoke drifted out from the deserted corpse, entangled Jenkins again, and gave him a more serious bad state. He passed out again, unable to hear the woman with the black umbrella declaring victory this time.
But he miscalculated, and the reward for taking the guilt this time was not to mitigate the effects of his bad state. It should be said that mitigating the effects of bad states is only one of the possible rewards. From this point of view, he still can't fully understand the strange world.