The man sitting on the chair raised his eyes, and his eyes as dark as water actually showed a surprised light. He looked at Ping Xingyue with complicated eyes.

Zhou Ming noticed the other person's eyes and asked, "Can you see her?"

The man nodded slightly.

Ping Xingyue also smiled and nodded her chin in greeting, then came to Zhou Ming's side and read for him the note that was full of fishy smell.

"You want to know if I can read and understand these words, right? Fortunately, I can understand them. This is a religious language, and I can read it to you."

"Sister Xingyue, are you omnipotent?" Zhou Ming joked.

He increasingly believed that Ping Xingyue was a very special existence. She appeared in front of him in the form of an illusion, but she had an independent part of her own, and that part probably came from the real Sister Xingyue.

"Okay, I'm going to start reading. I'll just pick out some information that I think is useful, otherwise there will be too many.

Ahem! [We came to the legendary Bermuda Triangle. This was originally a place with fictional rumors, but now it has become real. Someone took the panacea back from the ruins and cured his wife.

...Although the magic power of the panacea is seriously eroded, it seems that its magic power erosion will not have any negative effects... Bala, bala, bala...】"

Ping Xingyue used "bala bala bala" as an elliptical sentence and skipped a page.

"[It is rumored that there has been a large archipelago here since ancient times. It is difficult to find because it is hidden in the strange fog of the Big Triangle. There have been residents on the island for hundreds of years, and there are also terrible pirates. This is of course not true, but

Rumors that are too powerful will turn an area into a ruin, and even fictional history will be presented in a real form...BaraBara]"

"[I collected rumors about pirates and used...]"

Ping Xingyue paused.

"There are large parts of the text that are unclear. Although the words are indeed written, but if you look carefully, you can't see them clearly. It feels like the writing is very clear but cannot be recognized. This is probably a flaw of this weird space." Ping Xingyue said, "

It says Siren or something on the back... Is this your note?"

"I wrote it," the man said.

Ping Xingyue turned to the title page of the note and read out the man's name: "St. Louis, a rare name."

Zhou Ming: "So is it Louis? You seem to have a clear mind and can communicate easily, so you know this place is a weird space on a chair?"

"certainly."

"It's so rare, you look so much like Sister Xingyue!" Zhou Ming exclaimed.

Ping Xingyue came over and tapped Zhou Ming on the head: "Idiot, how rude, ask the key questions."

"What is it doing here? What is the logic and mechanism of this weird space?" Zhou Ming asked.

"Weird Space? Is that what you all call it now? We call it the Ghost Zone," St. Louis said.

Zhou Ming turned to look at Ping Xingyue: "Sister Xingyue, have you seen it? He is still a little different. Although he can communicate perfectly, he should be an independent thought reset within the rules."

St. Louis: "What are you talking about?"

"Am I the first person to come in here?"

"you are the first."

"But I'm not the first one. There should be many people who have come in."

"No, maybe they are crazy and you just thought they came in."

"Then I hold a conservative view. Let's continue the topic just now. What do you want us to do? This is a ship, and you should be a pirate. This is a pirate ship, right?"

"follow me."

St. Louis glanced at Zhou Ming, stood up from the chair, opened the closed study door, and walked out while holding on to the wall while shaking.

Zhou Ming followed behind and observed his surroundings vigilantly.

"Don't be so nervous. To deal with potential crises, the most important thing is to rely on stress response rather than a vigilant attitude, just like what is written in the "Spell Cultivation Notes"." Ping Xingyue said elegantly.

She was like a calm detective, walking smoothly in the rickety corridor.

Zhou Ming found that the rocking rhythm of the ship was very single, and the direction was also very single. He soon adapted to the rocking feeling and could walk as if walking on flat ground.

He knows when the ship will tilt forward and when it will tilt back... It's not like being on the sea, but more like being on a giant cradle.

Walking in the corridor that swayed back and forth, Zhou Ming felt that the layout of this ship felt extremely familiar, as if...as if he had been here before...Is this a kind of interference in his thinking?

They turned around inside the boat, and finally came outside. The sound of the waves outside became particularly clear, and the rumbling waves were like thunder.

Stepping on the deck, rain poured down from the sky. The rain was not dense, but every raindrop was as heavy as molten iron, and it felt unusually real when it hit my body.

The black and gray clouds in the sky were swirling, and amid the crackling rain, the siren's song became clearer. Listening carefully, the lyrics even seemed to be in a language he could understand. Was it English?

Wait! It seems to be Chinese!

Zhou Ming's head buzzed, and he turned his head to look outside the ship next to him. What he saw was the rocks sticking into the sky like swords, on the left and right of the pirate ship!

The huge stone pillars like sky pillars clamped the pirate ship tightly like pliers. Only the bottom of the ship touched the sea and withstood the back and forth beating of the waves. Fixed by the rocks, it could only rock back and forth like a cradle. This is why the rhythm and direction are so fixed.

the reason.

Zhou Ming listened carefully, and the singing that seemed to be in Chinese just now disappeared again.

"You want to get out of here? Just go over there, that's the exit." St. Louis walked to the edge of the deck and pointed into the depths of the rain curtain.

Ahead is a forest of stone forests. If there are some rocks above the water, the rest is endless black water. Where there is no skylight, it is black below the sea surface. The undulating sea is as scary as a undulating black carpet... There is no one there.

Know what's underneath.

Zhou Ming looked at where the other party was pointing and suddenly said: "Can I see the stern of the ship?"

"Don't trust me? Come with me."

They passed through the long cabin again, turned around, and came to the other end of the ship. The light was cooler here, and there was nothing here, only a sea, and no place to set foot.

"If you think you can get out here, I don't mind if you jump down from here and swim over there." St. Louis said.

"...No, I believe you." Zhou Mingru said to himself.

All weird spaces always follow a certain mechanism, because behind all weirdness is a story, and the skeleton of the story is the plot.

The plot is a directional line. If you want the story to continue, you can only follow the line.
Chapter completed!