I'm a stand-in maker

In the vast expanse of sea, the furious storms and turbulent waves seem like a savage beast that can easily crush people. Wind, waves and storms have always been what the crew at sea are most worried about. In order to avoid unlucky things, the crew members

No one on the ship dared to use the word "turn over" for fear of accidentally saying the wrong thing and causing the whole ship to tip over.

But Mo Gui doesn't have this problem at all at this time. After all, when the situation is bad to a certain extent, it means there is no problem.

You can call this behavior breaking the can, but it is undeniable that once you accept your own powerlessness, you are invincible.

Under the gazes of Joseph and Mo Gui, the legendary ship Titanic Brother finally fell silent. The two of them watched the last trace of the Titanic Brother disappear on the sea, and at the same time a feeling arose in their hearts.

Inexplicable sadness.

The violent storm still didn't stop, and the sky was still shrouded in black clouds. Just as Mo Gui didn't know why the black mermaid's sonic attack caused the weather to change, he also didn't know where the two of them would go on the ever-changing sea.

Perhaps the only good news to be thankful for is that at the last moment, the two of them worked together to remove a piece of wood from the ship, and in the wind and rain formed a simple boat for the two of them to stay on.

Under the influence of wind and rain, everyone without a source of power could only follow the ocean currents. Everything would ultimately depend on the so-called providence. Mo Gui shook his head. He was already soaked by the rain. In order to avoid being swept away by bad luck, Mo Gui shook his head.

In the unknown maelstrom, he deliberately controlled the buried soul to stabilize the water flow beside the two people's "small boat".

At this time, the disadvantage of Mo Gui's lack of functional substitutes came out. His Burial Soul and Qiushui were both substitutes born for fighting. Naturally, they were excellent in battle, but they seemed a bit weak in daily life.

Yes, Soul Burial can still be used for some purposes, but Autumn Water... seems to be able to use Autumn Water to cut trees?

"Purple Hermit!"

At this time, even Mo Gui did not expect that it was the most useless Hermit Purple that had ever played a role.

Perhaps because of his youth, the quantity and density of the Hermit Purple used by Joseph during this period were stronger than those of Joseph in his old age. The dark purple vines of the Hermit Purple were actually used by Joseph.

Under the operation, the wooden boards that were about to fall apart were forcibly tied together.

"Old...good thing, you are the most useful substitute."

Mo Gui cast an approving look at Joseph. Sure enough, the substitute had to be chosen.

When he thought of this, Mo Gui glanced at the several avatars he had released. Unfortunately, the host's avatar was still not displayed on them. When they found their host, their strength would be greatly increased. By then, he should

It can also be used by several more stand-ins.

"That's natural, but you are also very good at taking food out of the void."

Taking the apple handed by Mo Gui, Joseph took a bite with a crunching sound. There were Burial Souls on the outside to stabilize the sea water, and Purple Hermits reinforced the wooden boards. The two of them actually took root firmly in the storm.

The storm didn't last long. The sea is like a fickle woman. One second she was angry with you, and the next second she smiled at you because she thought of happy things.

With a compass and a map as their guides, Mo Gui and the two "sailed" a long way through the storm. The wreckage of the Titanic disappeared on the horizon. There were no other lifeboats in the surrounding waters, and the calm waters were completely invisible.

After the violent outburst before, it looked peaceful.

"What to do next?"

Joseph sighed. He didn't really believe Mo Gui's previous statement that he was a vehicle killer, but after this incident, he might feel that he... really has some talent as a vehicle killer?

"What should we do? What can we do? Find the direction on the map and let's paddle along."

There is no good way to do this. You can either wait for rescue or choose to save yourself. The best way to save yourself is to find a piece of land. The sea does not belong to humans. Storms on the sea can easily destroy a seemingly powerful human being.

Fortunately, Mo Gui didn't try to eat Devil Fruits at first, otherwise...

"Hey, it seems that only the sea water in the Pirate World has the Sea Tower Stone factor, so it'll be fine."

Mo Gui, who was thinking of other places, sighed and handed Joseph a paddle.

There is no other way, just row it, otherwise what else can I do?

Venice in the distance, the legendary water city, has waterways extending in all directions, but the focus of what we want to talk about today is not that.

Although Joseph said from the beginning that he wanted Mo Gui and him to come to Venice to practice ripples in order to defeat those guys like Kaz, there was one thing he didn't tell him.

That is, Venice is not only the place where ripples were learned, but it is now also ruled by zombies, at least most of the place is ruled by those guys.

Don’t overestimate human nature. Under the temptation of immortality, the entire upper-level organization of Venice has been infiltrated by the forces of zombies. This place is no longer the pleasant Venice it used to be. Here, you can hear it almost every night

Horrible screams, this is a paradise for madness.

Of course, the lower class people will not know all this. The big shots will tell them that all this was done by a certain murderer. That person may be named Jack or Bill. It doesn’t matter what his name is. After all, they are the ones who are full of people.

Bloody hands.

Luria was an ordinary girl living in Venice, but she was shaken when she saw the usually kind-faced priest devouring the neighbor's child while going to church to pray.

Fortunately, she was not discovered by the priest, and she did not tell anyone about the incident after seeing it. As expected, soon after, there was a rumor that the neighbor's child died of Jack the Killer.

Ironically, this news was announced by the priest who killed the boy. Looking at the holy and pious appearance in front of others, Lulia felt sick in her heart.

But what can be done? After all, she is just an ordinary girl, what can she do? Apart from praying to her own gods that disaster will not befall her, what can she do?

What's even more ridiculous is that she now finds out that the servant of the god she believes in is also a demon with a mouth full of blood. What should she do?

The scene that happened was still lingering in front of her eyes. The helpless look in the little boy's eyes before his tragic death made her wake up from her dreams several times.

She thought she was powerless to change all this and could only wait silently for death like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. But that day, a pendant fell from the sky and stabbed her...