Demon King

"The white board stopped."

Ivo searched the bottom of the sea but found nothing. He was puzzled. He thought that the white plank had failed. After pulling the distance away, the white plank moved again, still staying on the open sea.

Ivo was puzzled.

The sound of paddling entered far into Ivo's ears. Ivo was taken aback for a moment. He hurriedly used the sea to perceive, and his sight extended one mile away. He saw a dwarf holding a raft and sailing on the ghost sea.

It was Orton impressively.

Ivo stayed in a daze, appeared in front of the raft, condescendingly looked down on the raft, and said in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Seeing the giant appear, Orton smiled on his tired face, "Finally caught up with you, my friend."

Ivo transformed back into his body and landed on the raft with a strange expression, "How did you follow me?"

Orton smiled brightly, "I saw you heading in this direction on the island, so I followed."

Ivo pursed his lips, "In other words, you are just following the direction I left. Do you know how small is the chance of encountering me like this?"

Orton laughed, "Didn't I find you now?"

Stupid people have stupid blessings, Iwo said in silence.

"You have to follow me, what are you trying to do?" Ivo frowned.

Orton's eyes widened in surprise, "We are friends, how can you leave me to play?"

Ivo's brain hurts. Why is there such a familiar person in this world? ! Although you are a dwarf, you are too enthusiastic!

"No matter how many times you say it, I am not your friend." Ivo said coldly, "Don't pester me anymore."

Orton looked innocent, "Did I do something to make you angry?"

"You..." Ivo was about to speak, suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he looked at the misty sea in the distance.

A black ship shadow slowly approached, accompanied by ethereal singing, the rhythm was wide and empty, like a requiem.

"The ghost sings in a low voice, lamenting the past.

Dreams are as bright as stars, and they are like drifting with the flow.

The storm dances gracefully, extraditing sleepy people.

Fresh withered and withered, nothing is present in the world.

The beginning of life and death, the continuation of life and death.

Truth contains reincarnation, only the undead can watch..."

With the ethereal singing, the black ship's shadow gradually became clear. It was a tattered sailing ship. The sails were broken like fishing nets, and the hull was covered with coral, shells, and algae. It was like a wrecked ship that had sunk for countless years. A hole, this kind of broken ship is impossible to sail at all, but something contrary to common sense appeared.

"Ghost ship!" Orton exclaimed, "I thought it was just a legend!"

The tattered sailing boat slowly approached, and a hoarse voice came from the bow.

"I smell the breath of living beings, do I get on the boat?"

Ivo stared at him. A figure dressed as a standard pirate captain stood on the bow of the ship, wearing a broken cloak and captain's tricorne. His left eye was covered by a black blindfold. He had a chest-long beard and was tied with countless braids. With long messy hair, an old pipe is biting in his mouth, and the clouds are vomiting, there is a parrot on his shoulder looking at Ivo with a tilted head.

If there is anything weird, this man and the parrot have a semi-illusory faint green body, with no eyeballs in their eyes, but erratic green ghost fires.

Maintaining most of the human appearance, being able to speak, and possessing wisdom, this is a high-level undead!

Shadowy figures appeared on the ghost ship, full of skeletons and ordinary undead, silently staring at Ivo and Orton.

"Ghost, ghost..." Orton shivered, hiding himself behind Ivo.

Ivo was speechless, "It's just undead, you don't even have this knowledge."

"Wow, long-winded!" Orton stammered: "Everyone has flaws, I'm just afraid of ghosts."

Ivo ignored him, looked at the ghost ship captain, frowned and said, "Who are you?"

The ghost ship captain laughed hoarsely, in an inexplicable tone, "Who am I? Does it make sense to ask an undead? The memory of my life has long been lost, if you want to know who I am, I can only tell you, I It's now called Reid."

Ivo raised his brows, "Listening to you, there seems to be a story."

"The story is for people to listen to. All I have are broken memories." Reid snorted. "I have been paying attention to you for more than ten days. You seem to be looking for something. Maybe I can help."

"Don't you think it's dangerous to accept the invitation of a stranger with an unknown position?" Ivo said lightly, "not to mention the undead who hate the living."

"Danger is based on strength or weakness. I don't think you will be like the dwarf next to you, peeing your pants in fright." Reid said slowly.

"Who is peeing your pants, you undead!" Orton was so angry that he looked directly at Reid, his courage had just risen, but he was extinguished by Reid's terrible appearance, and his voice went low again, "A person who is not afraid of ghosts. unusual."

Ivo smiled, jumped up, and jumped onto the deck of the ghost ship. The undead and skeletons on the deck did not move. When Orton saw Ivo leaving the raft, he suddenly became frightened. He plucked up the courage and jumped onto the deck. Seeing that he was surrounded by the undead, he almost freaked out and hurriedly hid behind Ivo. Ivo had no choice but to selectively ignore this familiar dwarf.

Reid walked into the captain's room first, "This ship has been without guests for a long time, come with me."

Ivo looked calm and followed Reid into the captain’s room. Orton also followed tremblingly. The undead and skeletons moved with the eyes of a few people. After entering the captain’s room, Orton hurriedly closed the door to isolate him from the many creeps. Sight.

The style of the captain's room was the same as that of the entire ship, with dust and cobwebs everywhere. Reid swept the tables and chairs, said something to sit down, and walked into the interior. Ivo glanced around, and from the pattern and style of this ship, we can probably see that this ship should have been built hundreds of years ago. It has a long history and is in dilapidated condition. There are traces of time everywhere.

Ivo remembered what Orton had said before and asked: "You said you have heard the legend of the ghost ship?"

Orton hurriedly replied, "Yes, because the Sea of ​​Mist and the Sea of ​​Ghosts are very close. UU reading www.uukanshu.com has many navigators who have visited the Sea of ​​Ghosts. There have been rumors for hundreds of years that they can see one occasionally. A broken sailboat was cruising in the Ghost Sea. Someone tried to get close, but none of the people who approached came back."

"None of them came back?" Ivo flashed his eyes and said hesitantly: "Maybe this ghost ship is a cannibal cave."

Orton was taken aback, "No, I don't want to die yet!"

Ivo said slowly: "I'm just guessing."

Orton patted his chest, and said with trepidation: "Friend, everything depends on you."

"Who is your friend?" Ivo's face turned dark, why did he start chatting with this dwarf unknowingly? People who are self-acquaintances are terrible!

Reid walked out of the room, holding a bottle of red wine with a rotten label and three wooden wine glasses. The wooden wine glasses were relatively clean and seemed to have been washed.

"The hospitality was not good." The German was empty, and after unplugging the wine cork, the rich aroma of wine swept over his face. Orton, who was still scared just now, suddenly straightened his eyes and licked his lips greedy.

The aroma of wine rushed into the nasal cavity, and Ivo lifted his spirits, and said in surprise: "This wine is really superb."

"Hundreds of years of wine is not far behind." Reid poured three glasses and drank it first, regrettingly said: "Unfortunately, I no longer have the taste."

Iwo took a sip and said weirdly: "Then what's the point of your drinking and smoking?"

Reid snorted and said lightly: "What I taste is not the taste, but the memory."

Give you what you can, why don't you say it's loneliness?

(To be continued.)

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