I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"He should have been a member of the Cult of Dawn when he was alive. I don't know why he could still use the skills of Dawn after his death, and he even followed me out of the Corridor of Death." Phil Gray explained helplessly.

Frank saw that the undead stopped attacking him and floated away from the water. His eyes were solemn. "He is definitely not a simple person. Even a follower of God who was demoted cannot retain his skills after death, unless he is an immortal being."

"What? You mean Shinto or quasi-god level?" Phil Gray was slightly surprised.

"It's impossible for a quasi-god to die in the Corridor of Death. I guess he is at the Shinto level." Frank replied after a little thought.

"That's pretty impressive too." Phil Gray looked at the undead standing still in the air in surprise, but he knew that as long as he moved, the undead would definitely follow him.

But it seemed that he could understand what I said? He stopped just after I said I was the Son of God.

"Now is not the time to think about this, Mr. Frank. Do you have any suggestions other than waiting for a passing ship and searching for small islands?"

Two-thirds of his body was immersed in the sea, which was really uncomfortable. It seemed that he had spent several days in the Corridor of Death. His stomach was rumbling and his body was a little tired.

"Wait, let me think,...you can ask the mermaid for help?" Frank said.

"What? Mermaids? How do we find them?" This sounds even less reliable than searching the surrounding islands.

"Hey, do you have anything that can make a sound?"

Frank smiled and asked.

"Let me take a look..." Phil Gray searched the entire space and found nothing, but he noticed the branch brought out from the abyss.

The spiritual fire on it was dim under the sunlight. Although the branch was black, it seemed that there was no problem making it into a flute. He took out the dagger that Eli had given him before, and in a few seconds, he made the branch into a simple four-in-one flute that could make sounds.

Does it seem like I'm a bit clumsy? No, it must be the quality of the branches. The branches in the abyss are too dry.

"Um, why don't you try it?" He coughed and threw it to Frank.

Frank sneered, then took it, "It's only something a music master like me can use."

Then a melodious melody sounded, but it sounded a little strange and not something that humans could appreciate.

Phil Gray frowned, wondering if this was a rhythm that only mermaids could understand or if he simply played it badly.

Frank's voice seemed to be extremely penetrating, able to cross the vast ocean and reach far away.

Suddenly, waves rose on the sea, and it seemed that something was swimming towards us.

A smug smile appeared on Frank's wrinkled face, but the music in his mouth did not stop.

This music that seemed to mock the loneliness of the sea actually attracted mermaids?

Phil Gray held his breath and watched the leaping figure.

Wait, this shadow of several dozen meters doesn’t look like a mermaid, right?

"My God!"

Phil Gray saw clearly that it was actually a great white shark. Its skin was grayish white, its fins were sharp, its eyes were cold, and its mouth showed sharp teeth. It seemed to be attracted by the sound of the flute and was swimming towards them.

"Mistake! Small mistake!" Frank's face drooped.

Phil Gray was not good at swimming in the sea, and the best he could do was to avoid drowning. Now that a ferocious shark was coming, he could only desperately move in the opposite direction.

The ghost was naturally not afraid. He floated beside him with an expression of watching the fun. He loved this world very much and admired the blue sky and sea. Although the sun's rays made him uncomfortable, he would not be burned because of the summoning contract.

And the unconscious undead followed closely like a robot, also floating in the air.

Phil Gray was speechless.

"Maybe you can try to ride this shark to find the island?" Frank suggested with a smile, "Although there is no mermaid to guide you, this shark is a good mount and can reduce your physical consumption."

Phil Gray stopped and turned around. He thought that this idea might be feasible, but how to tame this shark?

The shark was rushing towards him, and he quickly put on ordinary white gloves and threw several Fate Blades at the shark.

The shark's huge body naturally could not avoid the wounds, and wounds appeared on its body one after another, and red blood dyed the sea surface.

Although the flying blade could hurt the shark, it could not stop it from attacking. Instead, it aroused its ferocity. The shark sped up and pounced on him.

But the God-favored One of the eye-catching level is not a pushover either. What's more, Phil Gray still has the Holy Stone of Death to replenish his strength at any time. He jumped up and tried to sit astride the shark.

Under normal circumstances, the shark would have been able to dodge it, but the power of destiny on the Flying Blade of Destiny brought its luck to the extreme. Its body twitched and it could not control its direction, allowing Phil Gray to successfully sit on its back.

The shark was too big. Phil Gray struggled to get down to the shark's fin and held on tightly. The shark rolled up and down. He was submerged in the sea water for a while, and then rose up with the shark.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's too miserable, let me help you~" Frank was affected by the contract and couldn't bear to watch it anymore. He raised his hand, a black light flashed, and the shark actually became quiet.

"What kind of skill is this? Why didn't you use it earlier?" Phil Gray panted and lay on the shark to rest.

And if he hadn't been there, he would have had to conceal the identities of the other gods' favored ones, and he would have used all kinds of skills without restraint.

"Well... I just want to see you grow up and rely on your own strength. Fortunately, although this shark is large in size, its soul is fragile and easy to control. Wait..."

The ghost's body emitted a burst of light again, and the shark's huge eyes became completely empty. "Okay, now it will follow me. We have to hurry and find land, otherwise you won't be able to control this shark after the summoning ends for the day."

Phil Gray looked at him in confusion, "I have the Holy Stone of Death, so I am not afraid of the consumption of divine power. Can't I summon you again after you leave?" He raised the corners of his lips again, "Don't you want to enjoy the sunshine in this world?"

"Well, that's true." Frank stroked his nonexistent beard, "I accept the contract to become your partner. Next time you want to summon me, just silently say my name. I can hear it."

"That's good." Phil Gray nodded.

In the deep blue sea, a man was sitting on a white shark, and above him was a ghost, followed by a strange-looking undead spirit. They swam farther and farther until they disappeared into the horizon.