Are you a succubus?
The part of consciousness that Wu Ci had divided into Dextal passed through the thin barrier along with the soul that was separated and fell into the ground.
[You have entered a special place: the inner world. The Land of Sleep]
There were no stars in the dark sky, only the silver moonlight flowing and pouring into the dark blue sea of flowers, making everything glow with a grayish dark hue.
It's so quiet here that it feels empty.
Wu Ci looked at himself. He still had the appearance of Dextal, dressed in the formal attire of death, with a mask, a hood, elegant leather gloves, and even a cane.
He took off the mask and found some blood on his face from when he committed suicide when the demonic energy exploded before his death. It was his own blood, and some of it was stained on his clothes. Now it was all preserved. No matter how he rubbed his face, he could not rub the blood off. It was as if it was dyed and imprinted on his face.
But the evil spirit and bloody malice that lingered on him seemed to be dormant and disappeared completely.
Wu Ci felt seldom sleepy. There seemed to be a peaceful atmosphere emanating from the sea of flowers, which made him want to relax and fall down involuntarily. He lay in the sea of flowers, buried by those dark blue flowers, closed his eyes forever, and fell into a deep sleep.
But he knew that wouldn't work.
In such an abnormal environment, this state is definitely abnormal. If he closes his eyes, he might never wake up and lose this part of his soul, becoming a collection of Lady Anhun.
He was not quite sure whether he was in a spiritual or physical state, nor was he quite sure whether his abilities could still be used.
After trying for a while, Wu Ci found that the "Heavenly Scripture" and "Knight Training Method", including the talents of the Tianzun Camp, could not be used.
He seemed to have become an ordinary person.
And he was sure that the body here came from his soul.
Since it is a soul and has not yet been "revived by flesh and blood", it cannot dig out eyes and cut off hands to keep itself awake like a body.
The soul is a very complicated thing. Wu Ci didn't know how long it would take to recover. He didn't have much confidence, so he didn't even dare to stab himself.
To ensure safety, you have to leave this sea of flowers as soon as possible.
He looked into the distance and saw what seemed to be a small town.
On the boundary sign with rotten words engraved on it, one can still barely make out the word "Anmian Township".
Wu Ci walked slowly across the boundary and walked alone through this deserted town.
The surrounding houses are all small wooden buildings. They all look similar, but not shabby, and it seems that every one of them is inhabited.
The street lights emitted a faint light under the silvery moonlight, a faint blue light, the same color as the flowers in the sea of flowers just now.
Very strange... Wu Ci thought.
There are only houses in the town, many identical houses, without any facilities for normal people to live in.
Bakeries, Caishikou, clothing stores, taverns...
None of these things...
Everything was grayish.
Wu Ci knocked on a door, but received no response.
He swiftly climbed up to the second floor, looked through the window, and found a coffin hanging upside down on the second floor.
It wasn't just the building he saw. Wu Ci looked through the windows of several houses and found that the second floor of every house was empty with a coffin hanging on it.
Are these all dead people who don't need to eat or live, and only need to sleep?
So why is he still able to move? Is it because he is not asleep in the sea of flowers?
While thinking, Wu Ci suddenly heard a long bell sound.
The sound of a bronze bell being struck.
He looked up and saw a tall Gothic church with a spire in the center of the town.
The bell tower at the top of the church emits a dull sound, drawing people's attention to the time on the gray-white quartz clock face.
It's a quarter past two in the morning.
This is the time when people sleep the deepest.
Wu Ci looked at the church and found that the space where the church was located seemed different from the surrounding area.
If the quiet houses around it seemed eerily unusual, then that church was downright weird.
The space where the church was located occupied a small part of his vision. In his vision, the church he observed was fragmented, as if he was observing it through a piece of broken glass covered with fine spider webs.
The church was extremely magnificent, taking root and growing in the pitch-black land. Its pale grey color did not reveal its solemnity, but rather a deep purple like a suffocated corpse in the strange darkness and dark blue. The heavy color was like an abstract painting by Van Gogh, with thick and twisted strokes that made people feel depressed and breathless, as if the mad corpse was rotting and floating in the sea water, and finally gnawed by fish and shrimps.
Wu Ci thought of himself. His body from his previous life might have been soaked in the sea, turning into a terrifying giant, and eventually being eaten by fish and shrimp until not even a bone was left.
He died while bleeding from his wounds, which would have attracted carnivorous predators in the ocean.
In a worse scenario, the swollen and broken corpse might be seen by fishermen on a boat in a disgusting and terrifying manner, or it might be washed ashore by the waves, which would not only scare passers-by but also make the fisherman look very undignified.
He walked softly into the space where the church was.
The dome's painted glazed windows cast colorful dark tones, gray stone sculptures, entangled naked bodies, and three-dimensional statues of the suffering are crowded and struggling on the wall above.
The statues crowded together and stretched out their hands towards Wuci below, as if trying to grab him.
Everything was separated by patterns of broken glass. Wu Ci walked in it and felt like an alien. Perhaps only with those demonic cracks on his skin could he blend in here.
He came to the prayer hall.
The solemn and dignified hem of his robe lightly brushed past the statues of the Madonna holding candles on both sides, and walked from the center through the benches used for prayers to the front.
It is not quite right to describe the thing in front as a statue of a deity; rather, it is a symbol of repose formed by a bouquet of flowers. One can only vaguely see the facial features of a living being, and it hangs high in the sky like the cross of Christ.
A nun was kneeling before the statue with her back to him, praying devoutly.
This was the first person Wu Ci had seen since arriving here.
Wu Ci did not interrupt the prayer, but the gentleman politely sat on a bench in the first row and waited quietly.
But the subtle prayers suddenly stopped.
The nun whispered, "Lost stranger, you are the first soul that has not fallen into deep sleep in such a long time."
Wu Ci, who was sitting on a bench, leaned forward slightly, his leather-gloved hands resting on the cane in front of his legs, putting all his weight on it. His pale face was still stained with blood, like a predator with interest. "Then are you willing to help me leave, Miss?"
"I'm sorry, I can't do that, but you can just call me Mrs. Requiem."
The nun turned around, revealing a beautiful face that looked just like the one seen through the broken glass window. In the dim light, her face was so pale that it almost looked blue.
Her long grey hair was braided and softly hidden under the nun's hat. The ribbon was tied with an elegant bow, and her black and white nun's robe looked more like a mourning dress.
Her soft voice was very peaceful, like a mother gently patting her child's back and singing a lullaby, "Your soul is incomplete and has not completely reached the land of repose."
Speaking... so politely... Wu Ci has never seen such a polite Xuan Ling.
Searching his memory, he found that the evil Zun Rong of Sui Gu had caused him a lot of mental pollution. When Tian Zun saw him for the first time, he saw the entire continent where he was, and Lord Yin killed him as soon as he saw him...and this was all unintentional.
This was the first time Wu Ci had seen Xuan Ling being so proactive and polite. Was this the controller of the Heavenly Way of Death who was pursuing high-quality service in order to boost sales?
Sure enough, respect between educated people is mutual, and his courtesy of not interrupting prayers only brought him courtesy!
Facing such a mysterious spirit, Wu Ci felt better. He restrained his defensive behavior and said gently, "So, why did you summon me here, Madam?"
"It was the law of death that brought you to me. Besides, I am also very surprised by your coming this time."
Madam Anhun sat down beside Wuci, adjusted the hem of her skirt above her knees, and gently folded her hands over her belly. "I remember your soul's breath. You died many times in the subsequent timelines, but you never came to my side according to the rules. I thought you would not come this time either."
Listening to what Madam Anhun said... the soul is unchanging, and combining her words with what Sir Silver said before, Xuan Ling can also cross the timeline to know how many times he has simulated death!
Wu Ci controlled his facial muscles to remain calm, turned his head and looked at Madam Anhun with a smile, and said, "Perhaps the moment of meeting determined by fate has not yet arrived."
"In fact, I am also very curious about you," Mrs. Anqueng turned her head, raised her hand to cover her smiling lips, and said with great certainty, "You are a succubus, right?"
“——!”
Wu Ci's smile froze and he almost couldn't catch his breath.
Although Madame Anqué is polite, isn't she imitating human nature too well? Is she imitating the human nature of her own nun? Does Madame Anqué like this kind of guy with bad taste? !
If you think about it carefully, Black Cat and his sect are indeed this kind of people!
Wu Ci tried to smile and asked, "Why do you think so?"
"Oh, sorry, have I caused you any trouble? It's just that I do look a bit like you." Lady Anhun smiled peacefully, "Recently, those dead children like you very much. I heard that you can make them respect and be obsessed with you with just a few words. In the future timeline, I have a follower who has high hopes for you. That child also likes to stay with you. When he prayed to me, he also said that he hopes to establish a connection with you by eating your body after you die, and be with your soul forever."
The follower in this future timeline is talking about Black Cat, definitely Black Cat! Sure enough, Black Cat, the cannibal, just can't change his bad habits and keeps thinking about eating him!
As if she had sensed Wu Ci's thoughts, Madam An Hun said, "Please don't worry, I won't let the child act on his own. It's not his turn to deal with adult matters.
You may not know that Sui Gu, Lord Yin, and Ying Yuan Ji Xing Tian Zun all admire you very much, and your soul exudes an alluring fragrance. "
He stretched out his sharp fingers and wiped the corner of Wu Ci's mouth. He actually got the blood stain that Wu Ci couldn't rub off onto his fingertips, and then he gently sucked it on the tip of his tongue.
Madam Anhun narrowed her eyes in fascination, and the beautiful face of the nun suddenly cracked along the ice cracks that looked like broken glass, and a ferocious wolf-like head grew out.
The beast's head is twisted like an abstract painting, with crazy and chaotic brushstrokes, depressing dark colors, and sticky transparent juice secreted from the dense gaps under the fur. The dim and cloudy eyeballs and wild vertical pupils are crookedly crowded on half of the beast's face.
Compared with the huge beast head and body, the tall nun's figure seemed small, like an extremely incongruous scary big-headed doll.
Wu Ci did not move, allowing the sharp claws to lift his chin, letting the huge barbed tongue lick the blood off his pale skin as if tasting some rare treasure.
Touching the skin of the tongue feels rough and dull, and you can vaguely feel the hard texture of metal. This beast tongue has tongue studs and piercings.
The only comforting thing is that the beast's saliva is not fishy or sticky, but instead carries the fragrance of the sea of flowers outside.
But it seems to have anesthetic and hypnotic effects...
Wu Ci turned his head to avoid the increasingly excessive biting, "Please keep your teeth, ma'am."
Feeling the beast stop, he finally sighed softly, reached out to touch the fur of the beast's head, and tried to push it away, but his hands were covered with a transparent sticky liquid.
Wu Ci frowned, spread his hands in disgust, and looked down at the barbed tongue of the beast head licking the mucus on his hands. "I learned one thing from Lord Silver. Everything has rules and restrictions. You came from the outer world across the world barrier to meet me here, so naturally there are certain rules too...
The dead soul is your property. Since my soul is incomplete, it means that my soul does not belong to you yet and you have no right to enjoy it. "
"What a pity! If you didn't know, it would be your tacit consent, and I would be able to enjoy a dinner for adults without any acknowledgment... I also want to taste you before them, my dear Dextal.
A twisted human head grew on the barbed tongue, and the nun with gray-white braided hair was as kind as a mother. "In that case, my dear Dextal, are you interested in becoming my follower?"
Wuci pushed Him away with his cane and shook his head helplessly, "I'm afraid not."
"But your soul has already fallen into my hands. Even if you say you can't, I won't let you go."
"Well, how about a deal?" Wu Ci tapped the mithril handle of his cane with his fingertips. "Please leave it with me for now. I promise you that after my next death, my entire soul will belong to you."
"Don't try to cheat death... but since you've promised me that, I agree."
Blood and turbid brain matter exploded, and the beast head bit the human head on the tip of the tongue into pieces.
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