After Fu Yang finished speaking, the surroundings fell into oppressive silence.
After a long time, Wang Sheng, the living dead general opposite, let out a long sigh...
Like the crow in the grave at night, shrill and shrill.
Snap, snap, snap!
His rotten hands were actually clapping and making a sound. The corners of his mouth were also grinning, revealing a creepy smile. His tone was a little sighing.
"Sure enough, heroes come out of young men! Hundreds of years have passed, and our Ming Dynasty has produced such heroes again."
After hearing this, Fu Yang certainly didn't bother to argue with these living dead trapped in the devil's sea. Ah Huang silently cursed in his heart: "Da Ming, you bastard! It's been so many years since the Qing Dynasty died, but you still have the Ming Dynasty? What a country bumpkin.
I don’t know anything about it.”
After a slight pause, Wang Sheng continued to speak.
"As for why we are what we are now... half of the reason is thanks to Zheng He. But every injustice has its owner, and we will not retaliate randomly. So, as long as you agree to one condition.
I will let you pass through this devilish sea smoothly."
"Say it."
Fu Yang's tone was calm.
In fact, not only him, but also Lao Tuo and others had already guessed that this group of Ming Dynasty soldiers must have asked the living dead to surround the Dragon Cave!
Otherwise, they would not show such a cold and strange attitude of being distant, like enemies and friends.
Wang Sheng pointed towards Fu Yang: "I want... a bowl of Sanyang blood from Zheng He's descendants!"
Fu Yang's pupils suddenly narrowed and his expression became gloomy.
These guys actually want Zheng Na's Sanyang blood? Who knows what unknown and weird uses it will be used for. Even if... they want to take revenge on Zheng He and use the blood to cast a terrifying curse, that would be troublesome
Big.
Just when he was about to refuse, Wang Sheng continued to say in a hurried tone: "Don't refuse in a hurry. We want the Sanyang blood of Zheng He's descendants, not for revenge, but for liberation. This has been going on for hundreds of years.
, we have had enough of the days of neither life nor death."
As he said that, the expression on his face, which had only half the flesh left, really became a little sad. It didn't seem to be fake.
But for Zheng Na, Fu Yang would not agree to such a thing easily!
He turned back and nodded towards Ah Huang, Lao Tuo and others, meaning: Get ready for war!
Unexpectedly, Wang Sheng suddenly made an offer that Fu Yang and others could not refuse.
"Okay. If you don't want to use the Sanyang blood of Zheng He's descendants, then your own is fine. In return, our Xuanzi Ding team can fight for you once!"
What?!
As soon as these words came out.
Everyone present was surprised. After all, these dozens of ghost ships are not only powerful in themselves, but if the thousands of living dead on them can "borrow" death energy from some mysterious existence, even if they don't
Pure, at least it is equivalent to adding an additional power to Fu Yang's "Dead Aura Realm".
No matter when you enter Yongtian Dragon Cave later, or if you need it in the future, it can bring huge help...
But Fu Yang still hesitated: "The war is about to begin. I can't bear the physical and energy consumption of a bowl of Sanyang blood."
Wang Sheng shook his head and said in a calm tone: "General... did I say that I want you to give it now? It won't be too late to wait until you successfully come back from Yongtian Dragon Cave."
Having said this, Fu Yang thought for a moment and agreed.
"Okay! In that case, I promise you. When you successfully return from Yongtian Dragon Cave, I will give you a bowl of my Sanyang blood."
Although Fu Yang's promise was not loud, it was firm and powerful.
Woohoo!
Ouch!
All the living dead soldiers of the Ming Dynasty around them roared excitedly, waved their weapons, and banged on their own worn-out armor.
It seems that this is something that makes them very happy.
Even the personal guards beside Wang Sheng showed smiles - even though they looked very scary.
Wang Sheng turned to the guard who was holding two embroidered spring knives and said: "Wang Xi, just follow this gentleman first. You may be able to provide some help to their actions. When they return successfully, you can return to the team.
Bar."
It turns out that this "brother with two swords" is named Wang Xi.
He clasped his hands into fists and said, "Yes! General."
Ah Huang, who was on the deck of the Dragon Cave opposite, crossed his arms and sneered with dissatisfaction: "We don't welcome monsters who are neither human nor ghosts. This is the mission of the zero group, and we don't need you living dead. Right, little Yoko?
?”
Fu Yang knew that Ah Huang would not be happy with being slapped twice in the face by these guys. His good brother who grew up with him naturally also favored him. So he was about to refuse...
Wang Xi suddenly jumped into the air. His whole body turned into a cloud of gray mist and flew towards this side.
Click click click!
During the flight, his body was still changing. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a 1.8 meter strong military general into a gray bone ring that was put on his thumb.
——To be precise, it should be called finger wrenching.
It is a skull ring, which looks a bit unconventional.
Wang Sheng said: "My lord, my personal guard Wang Xi will follow you. He can also help you fight when needed. If divided according to the strength of Taoist practitioners, he has a tea time
It is equivalent to Wu Lu Zhenren’s initial combat power, and will decrease later.”
Seeing that he could not refuse Wang Sheng's kindness, Fu Yang nodded and accepted it.
Ah Huang, this funny guy, can't compete with a ring, can he?
"Okay, then I, the Immortal, will be waiting for the good news of your triumphant return. I'm here to wait for the good news!"
With that said, Wang Sheng bowed his hands to Fu Yang and others. Then he turned around, with his shabby cloak fluttering behind him, and walked back towards the cabin of the ghost ship's flagship.
The other soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, who were still alive and dead, also turned back and walked towards the cabin.
The steps were neat and tidy, and the sound of footsteps was very clear on the dense fog-filled dead sea.
Their figures gradually turned into translucent shadows, and finally entered the cabin of the ghost ship...
Crunch, crunch, click!
Dozens of decayed wooden ghost ships moved. On the dilapidated masts, the tattered flags of the Ming Dynasty Navy fluttered, turning and penetrating. They sailed towards the depths of the thick fog that was as real as substance, becoming silhouettes and disappearing.
Gone.
And as these ghost ships and the living dead left, the thick fog that filled the surrounding sea slowly began to dissipate on its own.
Not only did it take a stick of incense, but all the fog dispersed. The sea surface was extremely clear, and in the cloudless night sky, a bright moon like a jade plate hung high. Thousands of silver rays were shed, covering the sea surface with ripples.