The Ultimate Evolution

The morning of the third day finally cleared, dazzling sunlight, white beaches, green coconut trees, and blue sky. This is the most beautiful aspect of the Caribbean Sea. But obviously everyone in Tutuga Castle trembled under the wrath of the thunder of Lord Fokker, and did not have any appreciation of this scenery. The only thing they knew was that the lady had been missing for three days, and she was likely to suffer on Hope Island at this time, so the early Tutga Castle sent the fastest felucca. Go straight.

This morning, Fang Senyan naturally continued to practice footsteps with blind Matt, unfortunately, this morning's hard work training eventually failed to improve the basic footsteps. But his mind was not on it at this time. Before noon, the three-masted sailing ship sailed back, but the black flag was raised on the top of the mast.

This flag is called the mourning flag, which means that important people die, but the pirates are used to life and death. As for the important people on the ship, it is quite general. It can be said that it is the first officer, it can be said that it is the captain, and even the sailor captain! Accidents can happen every day at sea, and a black flag is commonplace, and few people associate this banner of death and mourning with the honorable lady.

However, at this time, the atmosphere inside Tutuga Castle was full of tension. Almost all the servants trembled in fear of doing something wrong. Since Lord Lady failed to return with the ship, Lord Fokker, who had been cold and lonely in character, became even more brutal, and often easily vented his anger on the servant. In the past three days, more than ten corpses have been carried out of the castle, and the cause of death is no exception. But they all suffered such a tragic fate because of a little thing such as breaking a plate and cutting the bread too thin, and now Lord Lord Fokker can't see anyone at all within ten meters. His poor servant, even if he needed to do something close to the Lord, left quickly after doing it.

When the felucca belonging to Tutuga Castle docked, someone went to inform Lord Fokker, and lifted a corpse wrapped in linen from the ship. On the thick shroud, there are clear soaking marks. Obviously, in the tropical marine climate of the Caribbean Sea, this corpse has rotted out of the liquid, so the faces of the people who carried the corpse were very ugly. See It seems to vomit in the next second.

The corpse was quickly carried into a spacious hall on the third floor of the castle. This is also a very private place for Lord Fokker. Usually, the servants who enter here without permission are quite miserable. The two sailors placed the body in the center of the hall and hurriedly retreated. Looking at their features shrinking into a ball, it was clear that the vomit had been boiling in the throat, but only with great willpower. Only insisted not to come out on the spot.

Quiet everywhere.

Reminiscent of the tomb.

Attracted by the stench of carrion, a fly flew in through the window. Its life plan is obviously to eat a full meal first, then lay hundreds of eggs on this nutritious food and then HAPPY around. But as it approached the Shroud, its wings that could tremble more than 300 times per second suddenly settled. The rich water in the air of Tutujia gathered in all directions in an instant, forming a crystal clear ice cube to freeze the fly in the air, and then fell to the floor with normal gravity acceleration.

This small piece of ice is as fragile as a thin glass, and it smashed with a crackle. Of course, the fate of the flies frozen in it can be imagined.

At this time, a palm with black leather gloves only opened the door, and Lord Falk, a bearded man, walked in, and his appearance was crumbling and decadent. If it were not a precious hunting suit, it would look like Tutuga. There is no difference between the homeless people in Hong Kong, but their eyes glow with a crazy and dangerous light, which is definitely not a good sign.

"No one except me has the right to touch her." Lord Fokker pressed his left hand to his chest, with an impeccable aristocratic elegance. Bowed slightly to where the flies fell.

"Not even flies."

Then the Lord half-knelt beside the corpse, stretched out his hand and slowly uncovered the linen shroud, and the thick odor of the body spread immediately. But looking at Lord Fokker looked as if he hadn't noticed it at all. His movement to open the shroud was very gentle and gentle, just as the groom lifted the bride's hijab, full of veins of tenderness, until the whole body of Sally Hepburn, which had been soaked in rain and swollen and rotten, was completely exposed Come out.

"Dear Sally, welcome home." Lord Fokker tenderly hugged the rotten carcass, as if she was still asleep, lest she would wake it up. The affection in his eyes was strong. "I'm taking you to see your garden. Yesterday, a merchant ship brought you the black tulips you've been yearning for. Just because of this, don't you owe me a kiss?"

Lord Fokker looked at his wife in affectionately. The swollen face and the pungent gagging smell seemed to be filtered out by him. The man hugged the body in his arms tightly, facing the ulceration, swelling and cracking, The lips flowing yellow liquid kissed deeply!

After a while, everyone in Tutuga Castle heard the cry of pain from the third floor! The sound was just listening, it also had a heartbreaking feeling, like a wolf, making a desperate and crazy howl in the snow and ice! The voice ruled the castle for almost fifteen minutes with irresistible force, and then stopped.

Then it didn't take long for the current Lord Fokker, who had a pungent body smell on his body, to reappear in front of the crowd, seemingly unable to see any change in him. But the sunlight that seemed to shine on him suddenly became dark. The actual ruler of the port of Tutuga gave his first order in three days:

"Go ask Mr. Bacon, the alchemist, to meet him at any price! The important thing is that I see this person in a quarter of an hour! Go now! Immediately!"

I have to admit that Mr. Bacon, who has been satisfied with money, is still quite efficient. Only ten minutes later, Lord Fokker's request was met. A quarter of an hour later, Mr. Bacon, who seemed old-fashioned, had been taken by Lord Fokker to the dungeon below the castle.

Obviously the place has been cleaned up long ago, and the detained prisoners have been escorted out, but there is still an indescribable dark and humid atmosphere in the air. If the nose is not good, you are not allowed to sneeze. After entering the second floor of the dungeon, there was a burst of cold air from the ground beneath the feet, straight into the lungs, as if even the bone marrow was freezing. Mr. Bacon muttered a few words, then magically took out a round long-necked glass bottle from the box he was carrying, and drank the light blue liquid inside, and he suddenly seemed to be energetic.

After seeing Bacon's move, Lord Fokker contracted his pupils slightly, but then led the way. It didn't stop until he entered a very spacious basement. The temperature in this basement is extremely low. In the center of the basement, there is a crystal wide ice platform, which is just as high as the waist of the superior. On the ice platform is the female corpse that has been fermented for three days in the wind and rain of the Caribbean Sea. Of course, under the low temperature of the ice, the smell it has emitted has reached an acceptable level.

"Uh .... Although it's impolite to say that, I still want to ask if there is anything I can do for you." Mr. Bacon could not help but speak after waiting for ten minutes for Lord Fokker to stare at the female corpse. .

Lord Fokker turned back suddenly, and his eyes were burning with madness and anger. Obviously, he did not like that his thoughts were interrupted by such force. But that emotion just disappears quickly after the dragonfly just appears. The master of the port of Tutuga has some dry words:

"I'm sorry ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Mr. Bacon, I haven't slept well these days, and I'm a little upset. Please help me examine this female corpse and find out the cause of her death. Of course, it would be better if you could lock the murderer. , So I can double the cost of the alchemy materials. "

The alchemist Bacon frowned immediately as he watched the female corpse, his wording immediately became quite commercial:

"His Excellency Lord, the old Bacon is just an alchemist. In this respect, it is not my area of ​​expertise ... and this female corpse is so rotten ... My God, you are finally in front of me today Did a miracle come? "

I don't know when the icy little Lord Fokker already has a taupe leather bag in his hands. This bag does not look any different from ordinary bags, but its surface is shining with a layer of light, as if clear water is attached to it! This is a very typical high-level alchemy item, and Bacon's agile thinking that is not commensurate with the appearance of the old man immediately linked this leather bag to a legendary high-level prop, and his lips began to squeeze sharply:

"Here, is this ... the endless golden pocket?"