Chapter 270 The World of the Dead

Where the starry sky and the water meet, a strange giant crow is flapping its wings.

The body of the giant crow is mostly hazy black.

On the top of the giant crow's head, there is a sharp metallic horn similar to a goat's horn.

A gray-black mechanical horn.

To be precise, it is a gray-black metal armor, and the armor is full of metal transmission structures such as gears.

From the cracks in the armor, you can see that there is a dark red flame burning inside.

A dark red fire crow is wearing mechanical armor.

The shadow of the flame and the flame like the shadow are swaying under the armor, and the gears on the surface are also turning, as if the flame is the power source of the armor.

On the face of the giant crow, there is a bird-beak mask that seems to be made of clay.

The ink-like pigments depict strange patterns on the bird-beak mask.

The eye sockets of the bird-beak mask seem to be the outline of a bird.

Through the outline of the bird, it can be seen that the inside of the giant crow's body seems to be hollow.

Unlike what can be seen from the gap in the armor, the inside is not a dark red flame, but a one-eyed light crow.

Moreover, under the claws of the light crow, metal chains are connected together, fixing a black paper like a book page under its feet.

Observing from the outside and observing from the bird-like eye sockets of the mask will see different images.

However, at this time, the giant crow, Yao Yan's eyes are on the words in front of him:

[Here, is the world of the dead]

[Different people have different ideas about death]

[The voice from the heart will tell them where to go. ]

[Some people think that the world after death is the beginning of another period of suffering. They want to disappear completely. They try to destroy these voices from the bottom of their hearts, but this makes them crazy. ]

[Some people think that the world after death is a punishment for the life before, and the voice from the bottom of the heart is the source of sin. Keep silent and resist the voice of the heart]

[Some people pursue the world before life and want to return to the source of all the good things. The voice of the heart has become their guide to return, and the ballad in the endless wandering journey. 】

【So. What's your voice? 】

As his eyes followed the lines of text, Yao Yan's eyes finally fell on a map.

The map was strange.

To be precise, this map was more like a sea chart, but this sea chart was dark.

And the sea chart was clearly divided into three pieces.

One black, one gray, and one gray and black intertwined, distributed in a triangular position.

Black was at the top, gray was at the bottom left, and gray and black intertwined at the bottom right.

And at the junction of the three patterns, there were pieces of small block patterns scattered around, and countless small patterns were scattered in strips.

He carefully confirmed it, memorized the scene in the picture, and rushed towards the map.

A sense of drowning.

As if sinking into the water, Yao Yan was enveloped.

A feeling different from the past emerged.

It was as if something suppressed his power and his ability.

He couldn't even feel the existence of his own power.

But soon, his consciousness also fell into a hazy silence.

On the gray and black ocean boundary, a gray-white island stood quietly on the sea.

On the island, a row of dilapidated gray-white or gray-black buildings also stood quietly on it.

However, those walking on the streets surrounded by these weird and dilapidated buildings were not human beings.

They were skeletons.

Strange-shaped skeletons.

They were in different shapes, but generally human-shaped.

And in the bodies of these skeletons, in their skulls, there was a gray-white strange energy that emitted a faint light.

As for calling them corpses or skeletons, it didn't make any sense.

At least, it didn't make any sense to these confused guys.

One by one, the figures wearing strange robes, but with gray-white skeletons that could clearly be seen in the robes, were scanning this group of confused skeletons.

And, from their mouths, a voice came out:

"There are no good seedlings."

The voice came from a group of three people standing on a low one-story gray-white building:

"Are there really good seedlings among these bones that can't even hear their inner voices and can't even recognize their "self"? Although our Black Sea ship allows people to board as long as they are willing to find the "door", we can't let bones that can't communicate board, right?"

The man in black robe on the left said.

"But our ship is already broken like this. If we want to set off again, we must find some people to help us salvage materials. We can't dismantle these bones to make a ship, right?"

The man in black robe on the right responded, and the gray bones were exposed under the black robe blown by the wind.

Hearing this, the black-robed man on the left replied:

"It's not impossible. Let's start with yours. If you fall from the stage of 'Tidecaller' to 'Scavenger', you might turn into a skeleton next time you go out to sea~"

However, after hearing this, the black-robed man on the right was a little annoyed:

"Isn't it because of you!? You have been repeating the stage of 'Ghost Player' for so many years, but you still can't control the scope of influence, and it has affected me!"

"That's because you can't defend yourself. How can I control the scope? What can I do if the sound is transmitted?"

"Still quibbling!"

Amid the sound of bones opening and closing, the two quarreled.

However, at this moment, the black-robed man in the middle whispered:

"Stop, don't waste time, find a few white bones with potential, Black Arm, and when you enter the stage of the ghost player, directly catalyze them."

"Huh?"

The black-robed man on the left, called Black Arm, said:

"But the 'ghost player' is to play and release his own voice, and use his voice to influence others. Although the awakened white bones can become 'people', they can't go up and can only do hard labor, Mr. Cracked Skull."

"People" is their name for the white bones who can hear their own voices and find themselves.

Although they have not been resurrected yet, one day, they will return to the world before their death and become people again.

After hearing this, the black-robed man in the middle, "Splitting Skull", simply responded:

"If you pity those bones, there is no need to do so."

"Whether it is the Gray Sea, the Black Sea or the Filthy Sea, there are all kinds of sounds floating on the sea all year round."

"Compared to the influence of the voices of the dead soul players, the noise floating on the sea is more likely to affect them, but the noise on the sea only appears periodically."

He looked in the direction where the most bones gathered on the island:

"If they can't even recognize your voice and their own voice, then it means that they have no chance to awaken."

"You were all washed ashore from the sea after the last Sorrow Tide. Look at the middle of the island."

"There are bones that came ashore from the last or even the last, last, last Sorrow Tide."

"Because they can't tell whether the voices come from themselves or someone in the Sorrow Tide, their self-awareness collapses and they turn into bones again."

PS: It's okay, I'm very open-minded, and you don't have to take it too seriously.

Otherwise, you see, I'm already heartless when I say I'll do it, haha.

My current life goal is to eat well, drink well and have a good life.

I am no longer working, and my health is still good. Compared to me, you should pay attention to your own health first.

Speaking of which, I wanted to write about this world a long time ago. Night Crow and Silver Crow were split into several parts. Now I finally have the opportunity to write it more completely.