The Cursed Ship

Two days and two nights passed, halfway through the trip.

During the day, Alice sails the boat, while Zheng Yang studies the mystical language and seals, occasionally meditating and doesn’t want to rest for two hours; at night, Zheng Yang sails the boat... double!

For two consecutive nights, Seyulali and Luo Funi came to the door in turn, and Zheng Yang was sure that they must have some small thoughts.

Until tonight, when Alima shyly came to the cab and broke through the unclear relationship between the two, Zheng Yang finally couldn't help asking:

"Alima, what are you hiding from me?"

"..."

Alima has been empty for more than ten years, and she let it go overnight, her delicate face fell into a deep sleep with satisfaction, and she didn't respond at all.

It's so abnormal!

Zheng Yang carefully recalled the experiences of the past few days, starting with Sai Yulali. Since it was not because of the reason to go home, what else happened that day...

Could it be because of Shen Li?

The more I thought about it, the more likely it was, I stared at Shen Li for more than ten seconds that day. Are they trying to squeeze themselves dry, so that he will no longer have feelings for other women?

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Zheng Yang's eyes are wandering...

This night, Zheng Yang broke through the curse chain seal to the intermediate level. A curse chain was flying in the air, wherever he looked, the curse chain was doing various movements following Zheng Yang's thoughts.

Sure enough, it is the only magic weapon for kidnapping hostages!

In the evening of the next day, the spirit ship arrived at the last satellite positioning coordinates recorded when it entered St. Hutt last time. Then about an hour later, the mobile phone lost its signal, and the spirit ship crashed into the mysterious sea.

Under the cloud cover, the mysterious sea area darkened quickly and completely.

It seemed that Zheng Yang, a thief, was not welcome. After dark, they immediately ushered in a storm. With violent storms and lightning, the height of the waves reached more than twelve meters.

This is close to the twelfth level of wind and waves.

Zheng Yang stared at the sea 40 nautical miles away, only worried about encountering another big vortex.

"Boom..."

A bright light flashed in front of my eyes, and a bolt of lightning struck the top of the first mast. This time, the lightning energy was completely absorbed by the magic circle, which filled the spirit ship with about 4,000 points of spiritual energy, and none of it was channeled into the sea.

"The flat-topped deck is not conducive to splitting huge waves in this environment, and the pointed top must be restored!"

With Zheng Yang's thought, from the tip to the stern of the bow deck, the floating decks on both sides stood up, deformed and shrunk, and returned to the walls of the pointed deck.

"Boom..."

Another thunder and lightning fell, charging about 3500 points.

Next, the spirit boat moved forward and was struck by lightning all the way,

Seventeen bolts of lightning hit each mast successively. Zheng Yang felt the changes in the crystal ball, and felt that with more than ten lightning bolts, the lightning pattern and the crystal ball could evolve to level five.

It's a pity that things backfired. After finding the thief who could not kill him, the storm suddenly dissipated, the thunder and lightning died down, and the waves were only less than two meters high.

This night, the three women did nothing, allowing Zheng Yang to concentrate on driving.

At dawn, he saw the fifth island where he had moored last time; in the evening, the ninth small island appeared in front of the left.

Another hour later, the spirit ship entered the calm misty sea.

"I wonder if Noah's Ark is still in the center?" Zheng Yang had this thought in his heart.

After continuing to advance for three hours in the darkness and mist, Zheng Yang saw the small mining island of the Flying Demon Man from afar. At this time, the spirit ship was already in full protection mode, all the heavy weapons showed their fangs, and the five beautiful gunners also enthusiastically took their positions.

They each sat in front of the display console, holding the joystick, and kept proficient in manual locking.

"Remember, let's salute first and then fight, don't fire without authorization!" Zheng Yang repeatedly urged.

"Okay, we know how to measure, so you don't need to be wordy!" Luo Funi said impatiently.

The strange thing is that this time it has been close to twenty nautical miles, and no flying demons have come out to intercept it. Could it be that they can't see it at night?

Zheng Yang's eyes rolled wildly, wondering if he should dive close and grab another wave.

Some caves on the island glowed with light, which showed that flying devils also needed light. They could see through the fog, but not the darkness.

There were no flying demons around the huge smelting furnace. Obviously, they also needed to stop working at night, whether it was nine to five or eight to six.

There are only flying demons patrolling in part of the battle order, but without flying demons working, Zheng Yang can't see which caves are warehouses for storing light gold.

Continue to approach ten nautical miles... five nautical miles... one nautical mile... Suddenly there is a breeze around the island, and the mist fills into those caves.

Zheng Yang sensed the conditions on the island and the shallow layers of the caves through the fog, and saw that in some caves there were a large number of flying demons sleeping soundly, some flying demons were practicing in strange postures, and some were trying to reproduce offspring.

"Spicy eyes... Hey, this pose is okay, it's a little creative..."

There are a few caves at the top of the island. The layout of the center is obviously more particular than other caves, and it should be the place where the sixth-level mine guard flying demons are located. But among them, only three caves have flying demons.

"There are only seven Light Spirit Metal Pillars in one warehouse. Could it be that they were all moved to the lair after being robbed last time?"

"Hey, there is a flying demon refining a spear. This method...is very similar to your alchemy seal, Luo Funi!"

In the mist perception, Zheng Yang saw a sixth-level flying demon with black light covering a light metal cylinder with his hands. The cylinder was slowly changing, split into forty thin columns, and then extended tens of centimeters , forming a long gun.

Immediately afterwards, the Flying Demon took a large amount of black materials from a pile of black materials nearby, and melted them into the spears to increase the weight of the Light Spirit Gold spears.

This part of the fused material was excluded when the spirit boat melted the spear, and it was obviously not spiritual metal.

"Luo Funi, what kind of refining method is this? It seems to be very powerful to refine long spears in batches!" Zheng Yang asked, projecting his perception projection on the fog wall.

Luo Funi looked at it for a while, and said: "The fusion of tool making and simplicity, it seems that these flying demons also have a relatively complete cultivation system."

"The weapons made by the murlocs are not simple. I don't know if they are considered as demon survivors?" Zheng Yang touched his chin and said.

If it is a bereaved demon family, he can snatch it directly and justifiably. Of course, even if it is not, he will still grab it when a friendly negotiation cannot be reached.

This is what he intends to pursue. Ke...tui, so hypocritical!

"There's not much light gold reserves here, let's go find the Flying Demon's lair!"

Zheng Yang adjusted his direction and searched in the direction where the Flying Demons who intercepted the fleet flew.

After searching to the right for an hour, he found that there was a large island about 100 nautical miles away from the mine island, which seemed to be more than 40 kilometers long.

There are many huge cave-shaped buildings on the island. Obviously, the Flying Demons belong to the cave-dwelling race and do not know how to build high-rise buildings.