The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me

Looking at Marty with his head in his hands and struggling wildly in his heart, Wu often had the illusion that he had become a villain.

No way.

The people holding their heads in front of them are notorious pirates, demons who take pleasure in torturing and tormenting people, and elite monsters that brutally kill players.

And he is a model worker loved by the townspeople, a town councilman personally appointed by the mayor and police chief, and he is working hard to save the big player who is a rookie teammate.

No matter how you look at it, he is always on the right side.

It’s broken. After playing too many games of Abyss, I started to doubt myself.

Both Marty and Wu Chang fell into self-blame. In the end, Marty thought about it first. He raised his head and agreed to Wu Chang's request.

"Tell me what you want to know."

Wu Chang grinned and showed a bright smile, that's right.

You say you are a pirate, so why are you so loyal?

He took a deep breath and chose to start with a less pointed topic.

"Including you, many people in this town are pirates and are still attacking merchant ships."

Marty was silent for a moment and replied: "Yes."

After seeing Marty's dungeon, this question is not difficult to guess.

In the small town of Briver, the townspeople must abide by the rules, and hurting others is a serious evil act.

Marty would never attack anyone in the town. The bones in the dungeon must have come from outside the island.

The method used by Marty to execute the former postman is called blood eagle, which is a common execution method used by pirates.

After eating the golden flying fish, the townspeople turned into fish-men, able to correspond with the fish-men in the other world who were fully armed and went to sea in boats.

When several clues are added up, the answer is ready to come out.

But this is reasonable. After all, for this group of old white people on the island, burning, killing and looting is a traditional skill, and the things belonging to their ancestors cannot be lost.

Wu Chang shrugged, "The next question is, there is something wrong with the religion you believe in."

Marty's eyes were a little dodgey, and he regretted agreeing to cooperate with Wu Chang.

This kid's question is too sharp. Can't you ask him something easier to answer? Even if you ask him where he hides the money he stole as a pirate, it would be better than this.

But that was it, Marty sighed and said, "Yes."

"What do you believe in?"

"The teachings of the Perception Sect advocate indulging desires, returning to nature, perceiving the world to your heart's content, and integrating with the ocean."

Wu Chang nodded and asked: "Did Count Jermaine bring the Perception Sect?"

Marty is a little numb, no, buddy, you know so much, why are you still asking me, why don't you answer the question for me.

"Who are you anyway?"

"I'm just an ordinary person passing by, don't talk nonsense, yes or no." Wu Chang asked.

Marty: "Yes."

"I knew it."

Ever since the most important Madonna in the church lost her face and the bishop in the cathedral sewed his eyes shut, he felt that the church that the townspeople believed in had a strange smell.

As far as he understood, the sects believed in in the Ogre Kingdom were very orthodox, so they only had to hunt witches, scalp some heretics, and rarely turn believers into fish-headed monsters.

The miracles on Briver Island obviously came from something else.

However, whether it is the Golden Flying Fish or the other world, it is a big project that cannot be hidden from the control-freak count, who is known as an iron-fisted man.

Then the answer is obvious, the Perception Sect must have been brought by Earl Jermaine himself.

All the information was connected bit by bit, leaving only the last two questions.

Wu Chang looked at Marty and asked again the question he had asked before taking action.

"Marty, tell me, what is that dock where you executed your former mailman?"

Marty's expression was struggling, as if he was resisting the question.

Wu Chang continued to persuade: "Marty, my questions are coming to an end soon. You only need to answer two or three more of my questions to regain your freedom. But if you don't say anything, you will not be able to answer my questions before." It’s all in vain.”

Marty grew up on an island and had never been exposed to sunk costs. He was instantly led astray, and the look of struggle in his eyes became more intense.

Wu Chang took advantage of the victory and took out a golden flying fish from his pocket.

"If you say it, it's yours. I know that those who have enjoyed divine grace cannot resist its delicious taste."

The appearance of the golden flying fish became the last beam that broke the camel's back, and Marty's fish addiction was instantly aroused.

As a sensory cultist who indulges his desires, Marty faithfully abides by the teachings and loses to his own desires.

"That pier is a past that we are unwilling to face but cannot get rid of."

Wu Chang frowned and said impatiently: "Don't be a riddler, translate into adult language."

"That's when we were pirates."

"Once upon a time, does that mean it's inappropriate now?"

"Um."

Wu Chang touched his chin and asked, "Why?"

Marty's eyelids twitched, "No reason."

Wu Chang shrugged and didn't care about Marty's temporary resistance. They still had a lot of time and Marty would always think of it.

"How do I get into that dock?"

Marty: "After you fulfill your promise, I'll take you in."

Wu Chang patted Marty on the shoulder, took out the oven from behind, and grilled the golden flying fish until it sizzled. He used cardboard to fan the maddening aroma toward Marty, and continued to ask:

"The last question. After answering this question, you can eat fish, sing songs, and face your new life."

Marty stared at the grilled fish and urged: "Ask quickly!"

Wu Chang: "Where did the saint go?"

Marty: "..."

Wu Chang: "?"

What do you mean, you urged me to ask quickly, but I asked but didn’t tell you, it was a bit too much.

He asked tentatively: "Did you do this?"

"No!" Marty yelled.

Wu Chang was so frightened that he shook, "Why are you shouting so loudly? Are you feeling guilty?"

When it comes to the Saint, Marty, who had just lost to desire, now has reason to regain the high ground.

He turned his head, closed his eyes, and resisted looking at the grilled fish.

Wu Chang could be sure that even if he asked Marty about the secrets of his wife and children, he would tell them all without reservation in the current state.

But when it came to the saint, he actually held back.

What do you mean?

Marty suddenly turned his head and looked at Wu Chang again.

Just when Wu Chang thought Marty had figured it out, Marty suddenly asked: "Didn't you just ask me how to enter that pier?"

"I'll take you there now."

After saying that, Wu Chang felt that the floor under his feet began to tilt, like a rotating trash can lid, and the entire floor flipped 180 degrees.

When the ground beneath their feet became stable again, the two of them had arrived at the Fishman Pier.

The rotten wooden pier, the sea breeze filled with the smell of blood, and the bronze statue of Earl Jermaine with cold stone resentment.

With all the elements in place, it was exactly the Fishman Pier that Wu Chang had seen in his resentment.

After entering the Murloc Pier, Marty's flesh and blood began to collapse, and the pieces of meat that fell to the ground turned into red sea fish, spreading out in all directions and jumping into the sea from the pier.

"I can't attack you, but they can!"

After Marty said these words, his whole body collapsed completely.

The next moment, dense bubbles appeared in the sea around the pier, and fish-headed monsters broke through the water and jumped onto the deck.

Looking at the changes in front of him, Wu Chang's true self scratched his head and said to himself:

"No, let me ask you a question. Are you worthy of blowing yourself up with me?"

After saying that, he took out the "Postman's Delivery Bag" from his personal space and hung it on his body. At the same time, he activated the Ocean Familia transformation and transformed into a five-meter-tall sea giant.

He twisted his neck left and right, making a crisp sound of joints.

"No one told me that I would have to eat so much fish tonight."