In the dark captain's cabin, a depressing darkness quietly came.
Following closely, Ding Xiaoyi's figure walked out of the darkness.
However, before he could stand firm on his feet, the captain's cabin in front of him suddenly tilted to the left.
Objects in the room begin to roll toward the left.
All of a sudden, wine bottles and debris were thrown at them, and the entire hull tilted at thirty degrees before suddenly righting itself.
So that those messy things were smashed from behind again.
Ding Xiaoyi turned sideways to avoid the wine bottle flying from behind him, and his expression suddenly became strange.
"Master, we seem to be in big trouble!"
Wangcai felt the spiritual energy fluctuations coming from around him, and his heart tightened. The huge spiritual energy fluctuations were not far away, but they already made people feel breathless.
"Disaster level!" Ding Xiaoyi was shocked. Faced with the huge spiritual pressure coming from the shop, there was a look of horror on his face.
I felt the same way about such a huge amount of spiritual pressure, but after carefully comprehending it, I felt an unusual flavor from this spiritual pressure.
There was a thought in my heart: "No, we haven't completely broken through yet. It seems that we are still on the verge of breaking through. It's similar to the situation in the Blood Prison!"
This feeling of spiritual pressure is very familiar.
When Mr. Chen wielded the Blood Prison, the spiritual pressure that erupted was almost equal, and he was just one step away from reaching the disaster spirit level. He could even cross this threshold by just putting a little more force on his back heel.
However, according to Mr. Chen, he no longer has the ability to upgrade Blood Prison to disaster level.
Even if it lacks the last bit of strength, it still needs an opportunity, an opportunity that can completely release the Blood Prison. If this opportunity cannot be found, the Blood Prison will not be able to advance to the disaster spirit for the rest of its life.
This is the reason why he finally handed over the Blood Prison to the union. No matter whose hands the Blood Prison ends up in, at least he believes that the union will never let this vicious weapon fall into the hands of mediocrity and will definitely choose a suitable weapon for him.
candidate.
Sensing something was wrong, Ding Xiaoyi immediately turned cold. He took out [Qianwu Mian] and put it on his face. After turning into the cold face of Crutu again, he quickly opened the door to the captain's room.
The moment the door opened, a huge wave of waves came in front of me.
In the waves, a figure didn't even have time to scream. Just when he was about to be swept into the sea, Ding Xiaoyi's figure rushed into the waves. The cold water did not hinder his steps.
He grabbed the pirate's ankle in the water with his big hand and pulled hard.
Suddenly two figures jumped out of the waves one after another. Ding Xiaoyi landed steadily on the deck, but the pirate behind him who was rescued by him was not so lucky.
He fell on his face like a dog eating shit, blood spurted out from his nose, and almost two of his front teeth were knocked out.
This guy was whimpering and reluctantly raised his head, but instead cast a grateful look at Ding Xiaoyi.
Who knows what fate awaits you if you are swept into the sea.
When the other pirates on the deck saw Krutu, their faces showed joy. The more at this critical moment, the more powerful a master can give people incomparable confidence.
Before, they thought that Krutu had become brave enough to hide in the captain's cabin and refused to come out.
But just now, they saw with their own eyes that Crutu jumped into the waves alone, and with that unstoppable force, pulled their companions back from the hands of death.
This is enough to prove that Krutu's strength is far from being as simple as they imagined.
Ding Xiaoyi ignored the hopeful looks from these pirates and walked quickly to the other side of the deck, staring behind the cows and the Bell.
"what is that!!"
In the dim white mist, a giant-like skull poked out of the mist.
In a hollow eye socket, two blue flames flickered and stared at them.
Suddenly, a huge spiritual pressure came towards me. This spiritual pressure was intangible, but it was raging. It was not only difficult to resist, but even if it was contaminated, it would be instantly shattered to pieces!
"The ghost ship, according to legend, is the ship of Hades and is the destination of the dead at sea!!"
The person speaking was the newly promoted second officer, the fat man.
Although this second officer was not recognized by Heath and Ashima, everyone had already acquiesced in his identity as second officer.
When he saw Ding Xiaoyi, the fat man felt as if he had found his savior. He ran over and almost hugged Ding Xiaoyi's lap.
“Ghost Ship??”
After listening to the fat man's words, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes flashed with confusion.
"Yes, legend has it that his master was called Sardar, a well-known navigator who later signed a contract with the God of Death and became the spokesperson of the God of Death..."
The fat man talked a lot in one breath about the legend of the ghost ship.
And the more he talked about it, the more mysterious it became. In the end, this guy was so frightened that he turned pale.
But Ding Xiaoyi didn't believe that and told the fat man righteously.
"The story you told is very good. It is definitely the best story I have ever heard. But I have to regretfully tell you that although this is a magical era, please don't believe in those ghosts and monsters, because those are all
It’s feudal superstition!”
As he spoke, he ignored the fat man's confused expression and took out the psychic staff he had just obtained in his hand.
I want to use the psychic staff to see what this ghost ship is.
Just to verify how effective this psychic rod is.
After reciting an obscure spell, a big eyeball with wings appeared in front of Ding Xiaoyi.
The big eyes flashed their wings and quickly swooped towards the ghost ship in the distance.
The figure gradually disappeared in mid-air. After passing through the fog, he saw a skyscraper-like hull appearing in front of him.
This is a huge hull. The entire hull is made of wood, but the wood is badly damaged. There are even huge holes in some places, and seawater pours in from time to time.
But what's even more strange is that no matter how the sea water poured in, the ship never sank.
It has been drifting on this sea for who knows how many years, and the hull of the boat is covered with various barnacles and oysters.
Rich spiritual energy is filling every corner.
"Kakakaka..."
At this time, a strange sound of movement attracted my attention.
A white skeleton wearing clothes from an unknown era stepped out of the cabin.
In the empty eye sockets, there was still a cold flame flickering.
“Is it really a ghost??”
Ding Xiaoyi was shocked. He could feel that the souls of the dead were still bound in these bones, but their source of power seemed to come from the ship itself.
Could it be that the ship itself hides some other secrets?
Thinking of this, he controlled Big Eyeball and carefully flew deeper along the deck.
Gradually, more and more skeletons and corpses appeared in his sight.
Some pirates were busy wiping the blades on their hands.
It seemed that they were ready for the massacre.
On the side of the ship, you can see many holes blown by cannonballs, with seawater pouring into them and being pushed out by an invisible force from time to time.
Some of the holes looked like they had been blasted recently.
If it were an ordinary ship hull, it would have sunk long ago after suffering such a fatal blow, and it would be impossible to continue sailing on the sea at such a speed.
Everything seems to be as the fat man said, this is a ghost ship from the kingdom of the dead, representing death and the destination of pirates.
Following an exploded hole, one could hear bursts of singing echoing in the huge cabin.
"We are pirates, pirates, pirates,
We are devils, devils, devils.
Grab all the jewels and beauties on the sea.
Sweet rum, muskets, waves.
The gallows in the port hangs your head and my head.
The mysterious pilot takes us to the end of the sea..."
The loud singing guided me to approach the cabin. From the once gorgeous decoration inside, it was not difficult to tell that this ship was more like a merchant ship.
There are wooden decorations everywhere.
Exquisite carvings.
For the alliance, this can be described as rich and luxurious.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but think that if this was dismantled and sold, he could probably buy a large ship like the Yuanhang.
Avoid the passing skeletons and keep flying down.
The spiritual energy in the air suddenly became more abundant.
It has almost reached a level that is visible to the naked eye.
If it were not for the existence of real undead here, I am afraid that this ghost ship would become a treasure that humans are madly scrambling for.
Until after passing through two cabins.
The scene in front of him suddenly made him feel excited and asked: "Could it be that someone wants to go with me??"
I saw that the huge cabin might have been the lobby of a dance hall before, but now it has been completely transformed.
In the huge hull, there is a boiler with a diameter of at least ten meters, which is boiling with heat waves.
The surrounding undead sailors gathered in front of the boiler and continuously threw various treasures into the boiler.
Some are gold, and some are weird things.
Some even some steel was thrown into it.
The green juice in the boiler is rapidly decomposing these things and turning them into pure spiritual energy, which is transported to every corner of the ghost ship through pipes.
Isn’t this using psychic energy to transform?
Isn’t it the same as wanting to modify a motorcycle?
This discovery made him a little surprised, but at the same time, he felt a little secretly happy in his heart.
I feel like someone has already thought of it with me, started taking action, and achieved results.
This is obviously a good sign.
How could I miss such a good opportunity?
Gazing around, I saw that although the workmanship was rough, the design gave me great inspiration.
For a moment, he had a new feeling about his idea of modifying motorcycles.
Just like the first person to make dumplings, he may have inspired the first person to make steamed buns.
It even later inspired the emergence of wontons, hand-cooked noodles, etc.
The huge modified cabin is like the heart of this ghost ship, continuously providing power for this ghost ship.
At this time, in the black door above, a series of strange knocking sounds and yelling attracted his attention.