Following silently behind him, Phil Gray felt goosebumps all over his body. He called out to the person behind him, "Senior?"
The spirit didn't react much; it simply stopped when it saw that the spirit had stopped.
“This is terrifying. How about you come with me to the human world?” Phil Gray steeled his heart and continued running forward.
He ran through endless darkness and void, not knowing how long he had run, until finally he saw a glimmer of light ahead.
Is it for export?
He was almost ecstatic, but when he turned back, those pale eyes seemed to pour cold water on him.
"Wouldn't it really come with me to the mortal realm?" He thought for a moment, then stopped channeling divine power into the mark on his wrist and instead raised the spirit lamp again.
The corridor suddenly darkened, and the faint glow of the spirit lamps flickered to illuminate the path beneath his feet. Fortunately, the increasingly bright light ahead filled him with strength and hope.
He glanced back again unintentionally, and there it was—the spirit was still following him!
But he didn't care anymore. He'd go out first. Didn't they say that unsummoned undead would be burned to ashes by the Sun Prophet's solar flames?
I wonder if this applies to the spirits of His beloved?
Finally, Phil Gray, panting, passed through the white gate that was right in front of him, and then felt the icy seawater rushing into his mouth and nose.
"Cough cough cough!"
He struggled to float up and found himself still at sea.
All around was an endless sea, with not a single outline of land in sight.
"This is it!" Phil Gray was somewhat distressed. Could going through the Death Corridor really take him back to where he entered the Abyss? He was sucked into the Abyss from the Gold Coin Three, and now he didn't know how much time had passed; the Gold Coin Three had long since sailed to the island.
So he's still a day or two away from the island?
It will take another day or two for Gold Coin No. 3 to use the purest blue crystal. If he swims there like this, won't he be exhausted?
Phil Gray suddenly missed Eli terribly; Eli must have possessed petals with special properties that allowed him to swim freely in the sea without fear of drowning.
But now, his fate is unknown.
Phil Gray sighed and continued trying to figure out how to get out of his current predicament.
Suddenly, with a bang, water splashed everywhere.
A figure floated up from the sea.
The undead actually followed him out!
Phil Gray looked up at the sky. It must have been noon, and the sun was high in the sky, radiating light—the eyes of the Prophet of the Day watching over the earth.
What will become of this spirit?
He stared intently at the spirit that had leaped from the sea, but found that apart from floating in the air and following him, it was otherwise normal.
And they did not suffer or perish from being exposed to the sun.
Did the prophet of the day fail to recognize this as a spirit of the dead? Or did he turn a blind eye because it was one of his own chosen ones?
Phil Gray frowned. What if this guy kept following him?
Does he have to take this ghost with him wherever he goes?
He glanced at the spirit again; its half-black, half-white face still vaguely resembled its original features, suggesting it had been quite handsome in life. Its hair shone with a golden light in the sunlight, making it indistinguishable from a normal human.
But those eyes, which were all white and had no pupils, looked a little scary.
Whatever, let them follow if they want.
Now we should think about how to leave this sea and get to Malu Island safely.
He pondered deeply, then looked at the contents of the Death Stone, but found nothing that could help him leave.
This box… He took out the box that Leopold had given him last time. Should he summon Mr. Frank and ask him if he had any ideas?
Without hesitation, he opened the box and found a rolled-up, somewhat tattered and yellowed white canvas. He unfolded it and saw a picture of a girl leaning against a tree.
The girl's brown braids draped diagonally over her right shoulder, and she wore a yellow-green hair accessory. Her face radiated a bright, youthful smile. At her feet was a basket, as if she had just picked fruit and was now resting.
However, it may be quite old. Even though it's been stored in a box, there are still some flaws, and the canvas has yellowed.
"Good heavens, could this be Frank's first love?" Phil Gray speculated, then gripped the scroll tightly and whispered, "Undead companion!"
Black mist appeared on the sea surface, and a large gate slowly opened, as if it couldn't wait, and the ghostly figure burst out of the gate.
"I have finally arrived in the human world!"
Frank exclaimed excitedly, but when he saw Phil Gray with only his upper body above the water and the vast ocean, he paused, "Where is this?"
“Mr. Frank, this is the South China Sea, a long distance from the Western Continent and Malu Island,” Phil Gray said helplessly.
"What? How did you summon me here?" Frank asked incredulously.
"Ahem, do you have any way to get out of the sea?"
Phil Gray asked awkwardly.
"I... Ugh, what is this thing?"
Before Frank could react, a fireball flew towards him, but luckily the ghost was agile enough to dodge it in time.
"..."
Phil Gray watched speechlessly as the cultist's undead began attacking Frank again. He really wanted to know who this undead was in life, that even in death it would launch an indiscriminate attack on all undead.
"I... could you look around for any small islands... or passing ships, if all else fails..."
Frank sank into the sea to escape a barrage of fireballs, his last words swallowed by the ocean.
Phil Gray was getting annoyed. He yelled at the strange undead hovering in the air, "Stop!"
He's truly exhausted; he's still adrift at sea, on the verge of tears.
The undead didn't stop, so Phil Gray activated the Sun Mark on his hand again, then charged out of the water and pounced on the undead. He remembered that the Sun Mark had caused damage in the passage.
The golden light shone even brighter under the sun, forcing the undead to take a step back, but the burns on its hands healed in an instant.
"I command you, as the Holy Son of the Cult of Dawn, not to attack the undead around me again!" Phil Gray said to him, but lowered his voice so that Frank, who was still in the sea, might hear.
Will it work? After all, this guy has lost his intelligence.
But Phil Gray was surprised to find that the undead had actually stopped attacking. The moment he landed back on the sea, he quickly covered the mark on his hand.
"Oh my god, what is that thing?" After the continuous fireballs disappeared, Frank finally poked his head out of the sea, glanced at the undead still floating two or three meters above the surface, and swam to Phil Gray's side in fear.
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