Mysteries of the Earthsea

Chapter 295

The singing of the deep divers quivered with the sea water, and a faint red light radiated from the huge golden statue of Phetan.

The head of the octopus organizing the ceremony showed a gleam of light in the dark yellow oblate eyes.

As he raised the golden staff in his hand that was covered in blood mist, a deep murmur began to mix in the singing. Let this creepy voice add a touch of weirdness.

The blood-stained sea water condensed on the statue, and the red light of the statue of Futan became more and more, almost completely covered with gold.

The idol seemed to have signs of melting, but there were only a few signs. A chant ended and the idol returned to its original state.

There was a trace of disappointment on the octopus's head, and as he waved his hand, the black foam enveloped his body, and he disappeared in front of the deep dive.

Gradually, the consciousness of the deep divers began to return, and they dispersed in groups.

Dip has been here for a relatively short period of time and has no social circle of his own. He floats alone in the water, looking a bit out of place.

"The family members looked a little unhappy today, and even the prayers did not end." Charles muttered while looking at the position of the octopus's head just now.

Soon the surroundings became empty, and Dip's webbed feet began to swing and walked towards home.

As soon as he came out of the praying building, Dip saw that the six people nearby were binding a killer whale with seaweed. They cut its skin with a knife and put a black gas into it.

The killer whale began to convulse violently, and groaned in extreme pain.

Hearing this voice, the faces of the deep divers showed excitement, as if torturing others could please themselves.

But this is not the end. The deep divers standing in front of the fish's head began to take out the unusually sharp shells that were half-milled, preparing to peel the skin of the killer whale.

Suddenly they stopped and waved to Dipper who was on the side. Looking at their dead gray eyes without eyelids, Deep shook his head and walked back.

The deep divers who tortured the killer whale didn't care when the little guy who had just arrived refused.

The newcomers are so shy, but it doesn't matter. When he stays here for decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years, he will join in after he has enjoyed all the fun.

Dip was swimming towards the house silently, and the people around him began to do everything they could to please him. They could judge the age.

Pure **** and games are basically children who have just arrived for a few decades. They start torturing others or self-mutilate middle-aged people who are hundreds of years old. The older they are, the more cruel the means.

As for the elderly over a thousand years, most of them would go back to their rooms, and Dip didn't know or didn't want to know what they were doing inside.

As he swam past a pair of intertwined people, a female deep dive appeared in front of him.

Seeing her, there was a trace of fear on Dip's face. It was his mother.

The female deep dive raised the dark green sharp claws, and Dip shook her head quickly and slowly began to back away.

Suddenly, a cold body came up from behind, and Dip looked back. It was his mother's mother.

Immediately after a cold foot, he looked down and saw that it was his mother's other child, his sister.

The three of them hugged Dip at the same time, their cold bodies rubbing against each other.

"Ahhh!!!" Dip pushed them away hard and ran away like crazy.

The three looked at each other and swam towards the fleshy ball entangled by the seven or eight deep dives nearby.

Dip shrank in the corner of his room, curled up in fear into a constant shaking.

As an orphan, he yearned for his family very much. When he was a beggar, he even drew his family on the ground, lying on the ground, pretending to be with them.

Even if he was hungry, he would happily imagine how gentle his mother was, how strong his father was, how kind his grandmother was, and how happy he would be with them.

When he first came to Ihasri, he hugged his mother with this mood for the first time, but what happened next frightened him. The family he wanted was not like this, definitely not like this.

Dip felt extremely nauseous, but what made him even more frightened was that in the depths of his gloomy heart, there was a slight wave of compromise.

"Hey...you said, if we stay here all the time, will we slowly become like them..." A voice came from Dip's mind.

Facing this question, none of the three personalities answered, they knew the answer vaguely.

After a long time, another voice rang from Dip. "I don't know what you think, I think the captain, I want to go back to the island."

Dip swam to his home on the east side of the house and picked up a mirror he found in the sunken ship.

Inside the mirror is Dip's reflection, the eyes that protrude so that the eyelids cannot close, the skin that is turning grayish green, the teeth that are like needles, and the dark red fins that stand on his head.

"Don't think about it, we can't go back, we are monsters now, we are no longer humans."

The hand with sharp nails suddenly moved, and it inserted frantically and pulled the green scales on his face, as if it wanted to tear off the horror outside.

It's a pity that under the scales is not the smooth human skin, but the **** muscle layer.

A crying voice blasted in Dip's mind. "I want to go back to the Narwhal! I want to explore with the captain! I am the sailor of the Narwhal!!"

Another personality and Dip prevented self-harm.

Just as Dip was calming the emotionally broken personality, a special tremor came from outside the door covered with barnacle seaweed.

This is someone blowing a warning conch, which means there is a boat on it.

Dip put down the mirror in his hand, opened the door and swam out. When he raised his head, he found that several small boats were slowly passing by on the water above his head.

Dip didn't move because he saw the tribesmen holding the harpoon in their hands and surrounding the ship.

Human beings here not only represent prayer props, but also represent that they want new torment objects.

But at this moment, something jumped out of the boat overhead~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that seemed to be human.

The deep divers who came up did not intend to attack, but led them to swim towards the city below.

This scene made everyone curious, including Dip, and they quickly swam past.

He quickly saw that the identity of the people who got off the boat was a group of guys in black robes.

They floated neatly in the water, like a group of ghosts in the water.

Seeing that special style of robe, Dip knew the identity of these people. He had seen this kind of robe. They were from the Fatan religion.

The rippling sea water made Dip see the terrifying face hidden under the cloak.

The mouth that should have been long teeth was covered with octopus tentacles with suction cups, and the family members who had just organized the prayer ceremony were different.

Their tentacles are thinner and denser, just like beards.

(End of this chapter)