The corpse was breathing, as if it had wandered around the edge of the kingdom of death and then returned to the human world.

The black-robed believers in the room stared at this scene in a daze. Some of them didn't even realize that the man in front of them had actually "died" once just now, because the moment of life and death was so brief that one couldn't even tell the difference unless they paid close attention. They just felt that the breath of their dying "compatriot" in front of them suddenly became steady and powerful for some reason, which was extremely surprising.

The next second, the man lying on the ground opened his eyes.

He seemed to have been in the dark for too long, so that the dim oil lamp in the room was dazzling to his eyes. He blinked to adapt to the light, and then his eyeballs slowly moved, as if he had just noticed the three black-robed men gathered around him.

"Thank God for His protection!" A younger black-robed Christian finally reacted and couldn't help but praise excitedly, "You made it! I thought you would..."

"Wait! Something's wrong! Back off!" The cultist with a deep voice suddenly realized something. He stopped the others and stared at the man who had just woken up with a vigilant look. He backed away and said in a threatening tone, "His breathing has completely stopped just now. I'm definitely not mistaken...something's wrong!"

Duncan finally adapted to the surrounding environment, and the tinnitus-like noise gradually faded from his mind. He saw the figures surrounding him clearly, and his first reaction was - how come I opened my eyes and saw the same group of people? Why am I still in the sewer?

Walking in the spirit world should be random, and he was choosing targets based entirely on his intuition. He didn't expect that he would end up among these cultists both times he opened his eyes. What kind of bad fate was this?

But then, he realized something was wrong from the reactions of the people around him, and the next second, he noticed the black robe on his body.

Duncan was silent for two seconds, then he suddenly understood.

In the last round, he was a sacrifice by the cultists, and then he opened his eyes in the blink of an eye, and now he is a "cultist".

He really has a connection with this group of people.

“…Something’s not right!”

At this moment, a hostile low voice suddenly interrupted Duncan's confused state of mind after "awakening". He looked in the direction of the voice and was immediately met with a cold, vigilant gaze.

The owner of that gaze was looking at him coldly, and next to him, the other two black-robed believers also reacted belatedly and stepped back to take a defensive stance.

Duncan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he might be possessed by a corpse just like last time.

I am pretending to be dead in front of these cultists!

After understanding the situation, the nervous reactions of these cultists became understandable. Duncan's mind started to work quickly. He felt that the numbness and sluggishness remaining in this body had not completely dissipated. It was extremely inconvenient for him to move now. It seemed not easy to cause trouble under the noses of several cultists. He could only think of a way to stabilize these people first - and just as he was quickly thinking of a way out, a bit of fragmented and vague memories suddenly emerged in his mind!

In that fragmented and vague memory, he suddenly "recalled" many fragments of experiences that did not belong to him - he remembered hiding in the sewer, offering the family's money to the messenger of the sun, participating in those dark, crazy, bloody and sinful rituals to heal his illness, and drinking the blood of innocent people in exchange for the "blessing of the sun"...

At the end of a series of messy memories, he "saw" the scene of the sacrificial ceremony again. He saw many people wearing black robes like himself standing next to the platform, and a young sacrifice was pushed onto the platform. The young sacrifice had a stiff and weird expression, which made the whole ceremony fall into chaos...

He saw the heart of the "Messenger of the Sun" being sacrificed, and everyone around the altar went crazy. The believers were killing each other, raging flames flowed from the sun totem, angry roars and empty whispers filled the gathering place, and the original owner of his body and the last few remaining believers fled in panic...

Duncan didn’t know how long he had been in a daze, perhaps only a moment. The surging strange memories in his mind calmed down again, and a sad and hateful life turned into a series of pale fragments, lying in his heart for people to read - like some kind of "nutrient".

These were the memories of this body's original owner - although not much remained, there was no doubt about the source.

Duncan blinked. This was a change that had not occurred during his last "spiritual walk".

Last time, he failed to obtain any memory from the possessed corpse, and the brain of the "sacrifice" was just blank... Why was there such a change this time?

Was it because the body he occupied this time was still "fresh"? Or was it because the pigeon "Aiyi" strengthened the power of the brass compass?

Duncan slowly sat up from the ground. He knew that no matter what the reason behind this change was, now was not a good time to be in a daze. Those nervous cultists had obviously realized that there was something wrong with their "resurrection" process.

As Duncan stood up, the three cultists immediately took a half step back. Then the man in the black robe with a deep voice put his hand on his waist and broke the silence: "Don't move - tell me, what's your name?"

"Ron," Duncan recalled briefly and then quite naturally said the name he had just learned from his memory, "Ron Strahan."

"His name is Ron." A young black-robed cultist on the opposite side immediately lowered his voice and spoke to the black-robed man with a deep voice who seemed to be the leader of the three people.

However, the man in black robe did not relax his vigilance at all. He just stared at Duncan and suddenly chanted in a strange tone: "In the name of the sun, may the glory of the Lord shine upon us. In the name of the sun, may the blessing of the Lord come upon us!"

Hearing the sudden crazy noise from the cultist opposite him, Duncan was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a burning sensation in his chest. He subconsciously reached out and took out the thing that was heating up under his clothes, only to see that it was a golden sun amulet - waves of strange heat were coming from the surface of the amulet!

The next second, the amulet suddenly caught fire, and the flames seemed to be full of malice, rushing straight towards Duncan's heart!

"The glory of the Lord is eating away at him!" Seeing this, the cultist who had just recited the prayer reacted instantly. He drew the dagger from his waist and shouted, "His soul has been replaced! Kill this heretic!"

The other two cultists were obviously a little slower, but they also reacted immediately. These people who thought Duncan was a "compatriot" just a moment ago drew out their daggers and daggers without hesitation, rushed over with murderous intent and shouted loudly: "Kill him!!"

Duncan held the burning Sun Amulet in his hand and watched three figures rushing towards him. The next second, another figure suddenly appeared at the edge of his sight!

A ghostly undead bird with dark green flames burning all over its body tore through the air, sweeping across the roof in a stream of icy flames. It let out a strange shrill cry, and its flapping wings scattered invisible ashes and feather fragments.

The three cultists were naturally attracted by the "bird of the dead". They subconsciously looked up at "Ai Yi" who had transformed into a spirit form.

The next moment, all of their movements slowed down, as if the connection between them and the real world suddenly became distant and slow. The three black-robed figures left overlapping afterimages in the air, like a stuttering frame-by-frame animation. They slowly landed on the ground with movements so slow that it was ridiculous, and finally came to a complete stop less than two meters in front of Duncan.

With great horror in their eyes, they watched the undead bird circle on the ceiling and then land on the black-robed "fellow" opposite them. They saw that the sun amulet in the man's hand was still burning, but the next second, the burning flames turned into a faint green, becoming the same shape as the flames on the "undead bird".

Duncan squeezed the sun amulet in his hand. Green spiritual fire wrapped around the surface of the amulet. The flames gushing out of the amulet circled half a circle in front of him, then calmed down like a pet, and slowly circled on his arm in a flattering manner.

Holding the completely occupied and transformed sun amulet, he walked slowly to the three cultists. He looked into their horrified eyes and said with regret: "It would be better if you could pretend that you knew nothing."

The next second, the figures of the three cultists suddenly flashed violently several times in the air, and then disappeared.

The skeleton-like "undead bird" wrapped in green fire jumped twice on Duncan's shoulder. Amid the crackling sound of the burning flames, it let out a sharp and hoarse cry: "Oops, the page is gone, try refreshing it?"