The rain gradually became more intense, and dark clouds covered the sky and the sun.
The sea is always so changeable, with waves and strong winds harassing the coast. Heavy waves repeatedly hit the creaking wreckage of the hulk, breaking into white foam and returning to the sea again.
"Hert once told me that the sea is like a mysterious and ever-changing lady."
Lebius's face was hidden under the black umbrella, and his voice covered the wind and rain and reached Bologo's ears clearly.
"You can never guess her temperament. You don't know whether she will show you the sunshine of thousands of miles in the next second, or the roaring wind and waves of thunder."
Sometimes she will caress your cheek gently, and sometimes she will give you a severe blow, leaving you shocked, scared, and full of longing.
"Your curiosity about her has never been extinguished since it was ignited. You hope to understand her and get deep into her heart, so you will travel across the seven seas throughout your life."
Lebius continued, "These pirates still have a romantic side. They describe their curiosity about the sea as a kind of pursuer's love."
The raindrops were covered with black umbrellas, and the sound of popping could be heard endlessly.
"Is it the love of a pursuer?" Borrogo recalled, "I have read a similar metaphor in a book. The author regards everyone as a book. Your curiosity makes you want to read on and get to know her...Listen
They look quite similar."
Lebius nodded, but under the cover of the black umbrella, Boluogo couldn't see it. The two just chatted and approached the shore of the hulk despite the violent storm.
Aimu, who followed temporarily, had already shared the body with Boluogo. She overlapped with Boluogo, and a halo appeared in her blue eyes. Aimu could appear as a surprise soldier at any time.
A vague black shadow appeared behind the hazy rain curtain. After the two got closer to each other, the black shadow gradually became clearer, revealing its ferocious and twisted side to the visitor.
Hulks were piled up together, forming a kingdom of steel corpses. Boluogo had imagined what this place would look like in his mind, but when he actually saw it all, he was still shocked by this weird and twisted sight.
The huge shipwrecks are nestled against each other. Under the erosion of rain and time, the metal is constantly corroded and covered with a thick brown coat. At the staggered positions of the metal, the oxidized and rusted residue is nodulated together, like a pile of bacteria.
kind.
Rotten wooden fishing boats are scattered around, like a large number of beached whales. Dense snails grow in the shadows, like eyeballs stacked together. Old fishing nets are dragged behind the stern, as if they are the entrails of a whale after its belly is opened.
with intestines.
Bologg raised his head. At the very end of the countless wreckage, there was a large ship with half of its hull exposed. The bow was like a spire rising high, and there was a raised hole penetrated by cannonballs on one side of the bow.
The metal exploded and unfolded like petals.
The serial number on the hull had already been covered with a thick layer of rust, but Boluogo still recognized it at first sight. It was a battleship from the Wrath of the Scorched Earth period.
"A museum of history..."
Boluogo lamented that it is not easy to see such an old antique nowadays.
"It's better to say it's a cemetery of history."
As Lebius spoke, he quickened his pace. Not far ahead, the debris piled up into a triangular structure, revealing a dark and deep corridor.
The moment he entered the corridor, Boluogo could clearly sense that someone was peering at him from the shadows. Boluogo pretended that everything was normal and ignored these strange existences.
It was the first time for both of them to come here, and Lebius was dubious about Helt's words. According to the intelligence, after going to sea a few years ago, Helt was exiled by the people of Xitao, and Nolen succeeded him as the navigator.
, perhaps due to excessive stimulation, Hert's whole temperament changed drastically.
As soon as he thought of Helt's crazy and morbid appearance in his mind, Lebius felt frightened. No matter what, he never imagined that his former friend would become like this now.
After several years of transformation, the interior of the wreckage was hollowed out and turned into a maze constructed and fortified by many wreckage. The cold wind passed through the gaps, bringing a long and sharp cry, and the whispers of the crowd could be heard in the distance.
Boluogo frowned, and the rain washed away the rust and dirt, dripping along the corners of the wreckage. It was pouring rain outside, and there was also a drizzle of light rain inside the wreckage.
The corridor has reached the end. The temperature here is much warmer than the outside. A rusty watertight door blocks the way.
Boluogo touched the rough metal surface and observed it carefully. Someone removed the watertight door and the entire wall, then piled them here and welded them together with other debris. With this simple and crude method
The method creates a door.
Lebius stepped forward and knocked on the door. Before the negotiation broke down, they were all guests. Since they were guests, it was better to knock on the door honestly instead of completely smashing the place with a hammer.
Bologo stood behind Lebius, focused and ready. Hert was not worthy of complete trust, so they split into two groups.
After a short wait, the rust residue fell from the top of his head. Bologg raised his head, and a small window opened above him, and a pair of eyes looked over.
"We are the butcher's customers."
Lebius raised his head and said, "The butcher refers to Hert."
During his exile, Hult relied on cruel methods to build a reputation in the shadow of Freeport, and gained a group of loyal followers, most of whom were hiding on the coast of the hulk.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the steel, and the valve on the watertight door began to rotate. A rickety figure pushed the door open and greeted the two of them to come in.
The man was short in stature, and his spine was somewhat deformed and curved too much, resembling a giant crawling rat.
"Butcher's guests, hey, what are you doing here?"
The man asked while leading the way, his greedy eyes wandering over the two of them, like vultures circling in the sky.
"It has nothing to do with you."
Boluogo was cold and cold. He had seen too many people like this, and he had been to this kind of place too many times.
During the internship period after passing the exam, Boluogo has been wandering on the hesitant roads and fighting with various underground forces. When he came here, he felt like he was back to the original place, like a fish in water.
"It really has nothing to do with me. I hope you won't die here."
The man rubbed his hands excitedly, "Of course, it would be better to die, so that all your things will belong to me."
Borrogo had seen guys who had sex with men. If the world of shadows had some kind of food chain, they would be a group of scavengers, emptying the pockets of the dead and stripping them of their jewelry.
The man blinked. His face was covered with raised bumps, as if covered with some kind of fungus, and his eyes were shrunk in the narrow gaps, full of furtiveness.
"You know, some people have such strange habits. If you accidentally die, please try not to hurt your internal organs too much before you die." The man asked thoughtfully.
Boluogo ignored him, the noise came from the front, the dim light shone from the top of his head, and the rain dripped.
Inside the wreckage is a large bazaar, where people from other lands walk around and do business with the boss in their unique lingo. There are stolen cultural relics and illegally smuggled rare things. Boluogo also looks at it.
Arriving at the prisons where men and women were imprisoned, faint moans could be heard.
Hurt transferred the underground forces in the Freeport, moving them away from the city and to the Hulk Coast, where they established this filthy place.
Hult failed to eradicate the darkness, but kept the darkness away from the residents of Freeport, maintaining the fragile order on the surface.
Treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.
In fact, Bologo didn't have any permanent solution. He couldn't think of a perfect solution, but if it were him, Bologo wouldn't compromise like Hert.
If one kills another, if two smash one, absolute force will deter all evildoers.
Boluogo said softly, "I don't like this place."
His fingers trembled slightly, and Bologo instinctively wanted to pick up the hammer and smash this place into pieces.
Lebius responded, "We will have plenty of time to burn this place to ashes."
The rickety man led the two people to the corner of the market. There was a fortune teller in a purple robe, his whole face hidden in the darkness. When he saw the two people arriving, he let out a rustling laugh, like a poisonous snake vomiting.
Hold the letter.
"A guest introduced by the butcher."
The rickety man introduced the fortune teller, then he turned his head and said to Lebius, "If you have anything you want to ask, just ask him."
"Where's the butcher?"
Lebius asked back. He thought Hert would be waiting for him here, but he didn't seem to be here at the moment.
"Butcher? How can I know where the butcher is?"
The rickety man smiled, showing his dry yellow teeth, "I'm just a tour guide at most."
Lebius and Bologo glanced at each other without any trace, and they both realized that something was wrong.