Ashes Of Deep Sea-Chapter 288 - 292: Ignorance is Bliss

Chapter 288 -292: Ignorance is Bliss

Through the Demon Symbiosis contract, utilizing the forbidden knowledge of the Profound Demons to chant the spell proved to be futile—it was even more shocking than a corpse waking up prematurely from its coffin.

Moreover, the “Harbinger of Death” was already one of the most powerful magic spells among the Profound Demons!

The gaunt-faced woman in the black dress stared in disbelief at the “Resurrected” standing quietly in front of her. Black chains emanating from her collarbone undulated uneasily with smoke dust while she sensed something terribly wrong with her symbiotic “Harbinger of Death”—this Profound Demon was emitting extremely dangerous signals, even attempting to sever its connection with its master and return to the Abstruse Domain!

She finally reacted, swiftly grabbing the chain under the feet of the Harbinger of Death with one hand, the other seemingly grasping at empty air, all while staring intensely into Duncan’s eyes, “Something’s not right… You are not this dead man… Who are you?”

“First, tell me who you are?” Duncan looked at the woman before him and then at the silent man nearby, who still tightly gripped a “crowbar cane,” “Let me guess… First off, you’re clearly not messengers of Death. You deceived the guard using… um, so-called ‘Disguise Techniques.’ You’re here for me—or rather, for this body I’m currently using. Am I right?”

The woman in the black dress slightly opened her mouth, her lips fluttering as if she was saying something, but Duncan didn’t catch it. In the next second, the woman abruptly raised her previously empty right hand, and her low, indistinct murmur turned into a bizarre shriek!

The “Harbinger of Death” demon on her shoulder also simultaneously spread its wings sharply. Under the control of the symbiosis contract, this Profound Demon had to resist its innate fear and launched an attack on Duncan.

A heavy pressure suddenly appeared, followed by an unusual trembling and distortion of the ground at Duncan’s feet. The earth beside him began to ripple like liquid, and soon, giant black thorns resembling bone spurs burst from the ground, entwining towards him!

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However, Duncan didn’t show any intention to dodge—mainly because the wretched temporary body just couldn’t manage such agile maneuvers—he merely watched calmly as the thorns came before him, watching them twine around his body.

Then, a grand Spectral Flame rose from the thorn bushes, and in an instant, the thorns summoned by the spell were reduced to pitch-black ashes, with specks of residual flames disappearing with the wind.

“I told you, you should just have swung that bird on your shoulder at me—it might have caught me off guard.”

Duncan sighed helplessly, but as he spoke, he suddenly felt something wrong with his body.

He instinctively lifted his hands, and the next second, he was shocked to see cracks appearing on his hands.

These weren’t wounds inflicted by the thorns but spontaneously appearing cracks. As Duncan watched, the cracks continued to multiply as if the skin and muscles of this body were suddenly losing their vitality and elasticity, rapidly splitting in the cold, dry weather.

Very little blood came from the cracks; instead, dried, shriveled debris continually fell from the wounds to the ground. Within a few seconds, Duncan distinctly felt this already frail body weaken even more.

He was astounded by the weird changes in his body, then looked up at the woman in the black dress across from him, “Is this also the power of the spell? Did it work this time?”

The woman in the black dress, who still hadn’t recovered from the shock of the “Thorns” failure, had a much paler complexion, with the Harbinger of Death on her shoulder appearing listless and droopy. However, upon hearing Duncan’s words, a faint smile suddenly crossed her face, “Ah, it seems this body is almost at its limit… This will make it easier to deal with.”

“At its limit?” Duncan asked subconsciously, sensing something from her attitude and words. But just as he was about to say something more, the woman in the black dress suddenly spoke in a cold voice, “Take action.”

As her words fell, the silent emaciated man beside her had already made his move, looking expressionlessly at Duncan. Meanwhile, the floating, smoke dust jellyfish-like Profound Demon suddenly contracted and expelled a cloud of hissing, dense black matter from within, hurtling towards Duncan like a cannonball!

However, the “acidic cannonball” halfway through its path began to emit a faint green glow and disintegrated before reaching its target, vanishing without a trace.

Duncan looked helplessly as the dark matter exploded, “I told you, this thing isn’t…”

He didn’t finish speaking, and the smoke and sparks had already disappeared completely; and after the smoke cleared, he saw the silent man not far away raising the cane at him—the cane had split open, revealing a large caliber gun barrel within.

“Bang!”

From the barrel, fire burst forth, but the sound did not travel beyond the morgue’s surroundings—the woman in the black dress had already gestured for silence with her finger raised.

Large-caliber bullets tore through the air, within the silenced range, a low noise emerged, and Duncan caught the last bit of the bullet’s trajectory. However, he did nothing but glanced out of the corner of his eye at the silent man symbiotic with the jellyfish-shaped demon.

The next second, his vision plunged into darkness.

His head was shattered by the powerful impact of the special bullet, with nothing left above his neck.

Duncan’s body swayed, stood still pondering for a moment, then raised his hand and felt above his neck only to find nothing, then he gestured a middle finger towards the direction of the black-dress woman and the silent man, before he fell backward, facing up.

The woman in the black dress stared intently at the eerie and terrifying headless body.

She watched her companion blast the body’s head with one shot and saw the body lift its hand to touch the vanished head, observing the body’s bizarre actions; those were surely not the reactions of a body that has lost its head!

Whatever it was, the entity that had possessed this body was definitely not dead! It had just left, a temporary exile.

Knowing it was dangerous to stay any longer, the woman in the black dress decided to abandon their mission today. She looked up at her companion, “Let’s go, let’s leave the cemetery and then signal those two. Things are very wrong today…”

The man holding the peculiar staff, however, did not move for a moment as if he hadn’t heard his companion’s voice.

He stood quietly, and from his throat, a pitch-black chain extended, a flash of lurid green fire flickering momentarily.

That spark had traveled along the chain, soaking into his flesh.

His heart was already ablaze.

“Hey, did you hear that?” the stern and impatient voice of the woman in the black dress came again. “Hurry up and leave, or the commotion today will be too much if the guards start reacting!”

The man with the staff nodded slowly and turned around.

“What happened to you just now?” the woman stared at her companion but soon diverted her gaze, “All right, we must leave quickly, Duncan.”

“Of course,” Duncan smiled, “this place is not suitable for a long stay.”

She nodded and was ready to turn and walk down the path, but just as she turned her head, the “Harbinger of Death” bird perching on her shoulder suddenly emitted a sharp and eerie scream, and the Profound Demons’ bones creaked. Black smoke surged up as it suddenly turned its head, staring fixedly in Duncan’s direction while making a strange clicking noise, its wings constantly trembling.

Behind Duncan, the floating jellyfish-shaped Profound Demon suddenly burst into flames, thick black smoke burning furiously; the intangible jellyfish demon was consumed within seconds, while the chain connecting the symbiont emitted a series of grating noises, scattering into broken links all over the ground.

The woman in the black dress came to an abrupt halt.

Through the connection of chains, she felt the enormous fear of the “Harbinger of Death” and the direct warning of impending death.

She even vaguely picked up the Harbinger of Death’s visual signals; when the shoulder-perched demon turned towards Duncan, a sharp pain like a piercing needle struck her brain, her retinas burning, while indescribable twisted shadows flooded her reddening, darkening view!

Ordinary Profound Demons do not have hearts, they move purely by instinct; when great danger appears, they do not consider the mental well-being of their masters like a dog might.

“Uh—” the woman in the black dress let out a low cry, involuntarily stepping back in pain and daze, she held onto a nearby street lamp, horrifiedly looking at the familiar yet strange emaciated figure standing beneath the intersecting light and shadow of the street lamp, “What… what exactly are you?!”

Duncan looked at the ugly Skeleton Monstrous Bird on her shoulder (much uglier than Ai Yi), then twisted his head to look at the spot of black ash on the ground behind him, and sighed regrettably.

“Ignorance is bliss,” he shook his head, “Your fortune is thin.”