I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Following behind him silently, Phil Gray felt goose bumps all over his body. He shouted behind him: "Senior?"

The undead didn't react much, but when he saw that he had stopped, he also stopped.

"This is so scary. I wonder if you can go to the human world with me?" Phil Gray made up his mind and continued to run forward.

He ran across endless darkness and void, and he didn't know how long he had been running before he finally saw a little light ahead.

"Is it the exit?"

He was almost ecstatic, but when he looked back, those white eyes seemed to pour a bucket of cold water on him.

“You won’t really follow me to the human world, will you?” He thought for a moment, stopped injecting divine power into the mark on his wrist, and raised the spiritual fire lamp again.

The corridor darkened in an instant, and the faint spiritual fire lamp flickered to illuminate the road under his feet. Fortunately, the growing light in front of him filled him with strength and hope.

He looked back inadvertently again and found that the undead was still following him!

But he no longer cared and decided to get out first. Wasn't it said before that the undead that were not summoned would be burned to ashes by the sun flame of the Day Prophet?

I don't know if it is applicable to the souls of His loved ones?

Finally, Phil Gray passed through the white gate in front of him, panting, and then felt the cold sea water continuously pouring into his mouth and nose.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He struggled to float and found himself still on the sea.

There was endless sea all around, not even the outline of land could be seen.

"I'm done for now!" Phil Gray was a little distressed. Would he return to the place where he entered the abyss after passing through the corridor of death? He was sucked into the abyss from the Gold Coin No. 3 at the beginning, and now he didn't know how much time had passed. The Gold Coin No. 3 had already sailed to the island.

So he is still one or two days away from the island?

It would take one or two days for Gold Coin No. 3 to use the purest blue crystal. If he swims over like this, wouldn’t he be exhausted to death?

Phil Gray suddenly missed Eli terribly. There must be petals with special functions in his body that could allow him to swim freely in the sea without worrying about drowning.

But now, his life or death is uncertain.

Phil Gray sighed and continued to think of a way out of his current situation.

Suddenly, there was a bang and water splashed everywhere.

A figure floated up from the sea.

The undead ghost actually followed him out!

Phil Gray looked up at the sky. It should be noon. The sun was high in the sky, releasing the power of light. It was the eyes of the daytime prophet watching over the earth.

What will be the fate of this undead soul?

He stared closely at the undead spirit that jumped out of the sea, but found that there was nothing unusual about him except that he was floating in the air and following him.

And they did not suffer or die from being exposed to the sun.

Did the Day Prophet fail to recognize this as a dead spirit? Or did he let it go because he was his beloved?

Phil Gray frowned. What if this guy kept following him?

Does he have to carry this undead spirit with him wherever he goes?

He looked at the undead again. His half-black and half-white face still had some vague traces of its original outline. It seemed that he had been quite handsome when he was alive. His hair shone golden in the sunlight, just like a normal human being.

But those eyes with no pupils and all white look a little scary.

Never mind, just follow if you love.

Now I still have to think about how to leave this sea and reach Malu Island smoothly.

He concentrated on thinking and looked at the things in the Deathly Hallows, but there was nothing that could help him leave.

This box... He took out the last box that Leopold handed him. Why not summon Mr. Frank and ask him if he has any solution?

He opened the box and saw a rolled-up, yellowed and tattered white canvas inside. He opened it and saw a picture of a girl leaning against a tree.

The girl's brown braid is draped diagonally over her right shoulder, she has a yellow-green hair accessory on her head, and her face is filled with a youthful and bright smile. There is a basket under her feet, and it seems that she has just picked some fruits and is now taking a rest.

However, it may be too old. Even if it is kept in a box, there are still some flaws in some places and the canvas has turned yellow.

"My goodness, could this be Frank's first love?" Phil Gray speculated, then he clenched the scroll and whispered "Undead Companion!"

Black fog appeared on the sea surface, and a big door was slowly opening. As if impatient, a ghostly figure rushed out.

"I've finally arrived in the human world!"

Frank said excitedly, but when he saw Phil Gray with only his upper body exposed above the sea and the endless sea, he was stunned for a moment, "Where is this?"

"Mr. Frank, this is the South China Sea, which is a long way away from the Western Continent and Malu Island." Phil Gray said helplessly.

"What? Why are you summoning me here?" Frank asked in disbelief.

"Ahem, do you have any idea to leave the sea?"

Phil Gray asked awkwardly.

"I... oh, what the hell is this?"

Before Frank could react, a fireball flew towards him, but luckily the ghost was agile and dodged it in time.

"..."

Phil Gray watched speechlessly as the undead from the Cult of the Dawn began to attack Frank again. He really wanted to know who this undead was in life. Even if he was dead, he would still attack all undead indiscriminately.

"I... you can see if there are any small islands around here... Oh, or passing ships, if that doesn't work..."

Frank sank into the sea to avoid a series of fireball attacks, and his last words were also swallowed by the sea.

Phil Gray was a little annoyed. He shouted at the strange undead floating in the air, "Stop it!"

He is really exhausted. He is still drifting on the sea, with no tears to cry.

The undead didn't stop yet, so Phil Gray activated the Sun Mark on his hand again, then gathered his strength and jumped out of the water, rushing towards the undead. He remembered that the Sun Mark had caused damage in the passage.

The golden light was even more dazzling under the sun, and the undead had to take a step back, but the burns on his hands healed in an instant.

"As the Holy Son of the Dawn Cult, I order you not to attack the undead around me anymore!" Phil Gray said to him, but he lowered his voice for fear that Frank, who was still in the sea, might hear it.

Will it work? After all, this guy has lost his intelligence.

But Phil Gray was surprised to find that the undead really stopped attacking, and the moment he fell to the sea again, he quickly covered the mark on his hand.

"Oh my, what is this?" After the continuous fireballs disappeared, Frank poked his head out of the sea and took a look at the undead still floating two or three meters above the sea. He swam to Phil Gray's side in fear.