Chapter 2446 Sirocco’s Madness

As if seeing an old friend who often visits as a guest, Di Ruiji just nodded slightly.

The scarlet tongue penetrated into the fire, rolled up a larger bone fragment, and slowly brought it into the mouth.

In the process of stretching and contracting, the bonfire, as tired as an old woman, suddenly seemed to be reborn, beating with joy and joy, embracing Di Ruigi's long scarlet tongue.

The sizzling sound kept making me worried whether the blazing flame would burn its tongue, but seeing it move slowly like grandparents doing Tai Chi in the park, my worried heart... It also gradually calmed down.

Unless they are unconscious, no one can behave so calmly when they are in agony.

We looked at each other in silence for a moment, and I took the lead in changing the topic: "You seem to be able to pull my consciousness here anytime and anywhere?"

"No." Di Ruiji shook his head: "I can only bring you here when you are mentally exhausted."

I nodded and looked around, carefully looking at the plants and trees around me, as if it was my first time here.

But actually, it was my first time to look at my surroundings like this.

In the past, when I came here, I was either bound by fear, entangled by fatigue, or entangled by worries, or I behaved like a new guest coming to the door, reserved and cautious, not at all as indifferent and leisurely as I am today.

After looking around for a week, my eyes finally landed on a set of scattered skeletons. After pondering for a few seconds, I asked, "Have you always stayed here? Have you never gone out?"

"Where to go?" Di Ruiji asked.

"Well, after leaving the conscious world, the place you return to should be your body, right?" I murmured unconfidently.

"Well, leaving the world of consciousness is returning to the original body."

"Why don't you go back?" I asked, "Your body must have been unconscious for a long time. Aren't you worried about it being destroyed?"

"Destroy? Who will destroy it?" Di Ruigi stopped chewing, turned his head, and stared at me motionlessly with his scarlet eyes, seeming to be asking me, but also seeming to be answering my doubts.

"Bugs. Something like that."

"Hmph, if I could have bugs as guests, I wouldn't be so lonely that I would separate my consciousness," Di Ruiji said: "The location of my body is under a village in the town where you once lived. "

"The town I once lived in? Airey City? Dashay City? Or Moonlight City?" I thought with a frown.

"Then why don't you come out?" I asked, "Is it buried too deep?"

Di Ruigi's eyes suddenly changed, he stared at me like an idiot for a long time, and murmured: "Is this how you look at our apostles?"

Knowing that I had hurt the other person with my words, I quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. In fact, what I meant was that since the pit and the mud can't stop you, why don't you come out for some air?"

"Just to get some fresh air?" Di Ruiji asked again.

"You can also occupy the island and become the king. After all, there are so many isolated islands in the vast sea. If you choose an island with abundant resources as your territory, you can also live a comfortable life like Antuen."

"Impossible," Di Ruiji said: "Evil blood flows in my body, and my existence is a disaster. Even in my homeland, the indigenous people avoid me."

"You are really miserable. If this happens, you probably don't even have any friends, right?"

"Tragic? No, you are overthinking. I don't intend to get involved with weak people." Di Ruiji murmured to himself, "As for friends, I still have them."

"Have you never thought about returning to your friends?" I asked again: "After so many years of not seeing each other, won't they worry about you?"

"Existences like our apostles can still be contacted even if they are thousands of miles away, so you don't need to worry."

"Sorry, I was worrying too much."

Di Ruiji said nothing and continued to chew.

While eating, it suddenly stopped and whispered: "If it is simply buried underground, my power will still spread through the soil, pollute the land, and kill living creatures, but that is not a simple burial. , but used melted fine gold and mithril to create a cage, supplemented by the words of God, to suppress my body and seal off my power."

It raised its head, looked at the dark sky, and murmured: "That woman has actually mastered the use of God's words to a level she can reach. I am afraid she is far beyond the average apostle."

"Words of God?" I took off my left arm guard and stretched out my arm to show it: "Is it this kind of thing?"

Di Ruiji didn't even look at it and responded directly to me: "That's it."

"If you can interpret it, I can stay here for a while and let you draw all these ghost symbols."

"Is it so easy to master the words of God?" Di Ruiji sneered twice: "In order to master the use of the words of God, that woman must have tried her best, and maybe she even paid a heavy price. , but only a few words of application."

It snorted coldly and added: "I'm not that crazy yet, and I'm not ready to pay the price for everything in order to master a power that doesn't belong to me."

"Speaking of which, she is also a miserable person, isn't she?"

A slightly shrill female voice sounded, and Sirocco came swaying with steps like lotus.

Her mental state was still slightly excited, and her eyes occasionally burst out with rays of uncontrollable madness.

"So what if you have a hard life?" Di Ruiji said coldly: "In order to achieve her goals, she continues to persecute her former compatriots, Lotus, Bakar, you, me, Antuen."

"Don't mention that big turtle to me!" Shilok suddenly interrupted him harshly and said bitterly: "What else can that stupid turtle do besides constantly competing with me for energy? In the face of stupidity During the offensive of human adventurers, it actually gave up all its advantages and took the initiative to open the passage to the heart! It thought it would find peace by dying? It is an apostle! An apostle like us! That strange power buried deep in the body, When we die, it will stimulate unprecedented potential and pull us back from the edge of death!"

"How could a real apostle die so easily? And what kind of tragic future will the resurrected apostle face?" Sirocco suddenly burst into bursts of shrill laughter: "It thought that if it died once, its power would be gone. , will be taken back to its homeland? Hahaha! How is it possible! Only part of the returning power, and the other part, remains in its body. When the body matures and its strength is restored, it will spring out again and attract people again. That woman’s attention!”

The laughter stopped suddenly, and Sirocco's expression became dark and crazy: "Unless...kill her, kill that woman, and we will be free!"