Whispering Verse

"How do you get out of here?"

Shade asked the question while holding the photo.

"Those who can't run away, get on our ship, no one can run away! Servants of the Spiral, followers of the Scarlet, fishbone pirate ships galloping in the eye of the storm, pay tribute to the great Lord of the Scarlet Spiral! Praise you! Praise you !”

The hoarse voice screamed hysterically, and the photo tried hard to break free from Shade's hand, but this time his grip was firm:

"I'm only asking once, how do you get out of here?"

"It's impossible to leave! It's impossible for anyone to leave! Oh!"

The sword blade struck again, this time as if it was cutting the entire photo into two pieces, and the voice in the photo immediately changed its words:

"Go to the captain! Go to the captain! Only it knows how to leave! Over the past thousands of years, everyone who has left here has gone to the captain!"

It tried hard again, trying to fly out of Shade's hand, but Shade wouldn't let go. The faint light of the sword in his hand illuminated his face, and he squinted his eyes and looked at the increasingly embarrassed man in the photo:

"Are you a crew member of this ship? What's going on with this ship?"

"They're all crazy! They're all crazy! The captain sought power from the great existence and wanted to become the strongest pirate king, so that power swallowed us up and gave us the form of immortality, making it impossible for us to escape. The existence of this ship The only purpose is to hunt for my lord, no one can escape! Not even the captain can escape!"

It laughed crazily inside the photo. The woman's voice in his ear reminded him in a low voice, and Shade immediately released the photo. But this time it didn't fly away, but hung in the air amid laughter. Cold green flames rose up from unknown origin and swallowed up the photo in an instant.

After the photo was completely reduced to ashes, Shade looked at the location of the photo frame. The shattered glass was intact, and the burned photos were still there. The man in the photo had his eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping, but Shade had no doubt that if he stared at it for a while longer, he would open his eyes just like before and repeat all the actions just now.

"This ship was spotted by the evil god [Lord of the Scarlet Spiral] in the fifth era, and the people on the ship were transformed into strange immortal beings, hunting for the evil god on the sea. After passing the transition point of the era, even more It turned into a powerful relic, is this the truth here? I still don’t understand why we bumped into this thing.”

Shade's eyes left the photo, and the photo itself also contained a strong element of whispering. If Shade is able to get the photo out, it could also be considered a relic. It's just that this ship is really evil, and Shade will not go deeper into it with such things.

But it also shows that almost everything on this ship is valuable.

【What are you going to do now? 】

When the voice came out, Shade had already started walking towards the interior of the cabin.

"Go to the captain. The lunatic just now doesn't look like he has any sense to lie. Moreover, since the righteous gods allow this kind of thing to exist in the material world, it means that there are rules here, and there is no way to survive."

The boots carefully avoided the dead bones on the ground, and with every step he took, the floor beneath his feet made a sound that seemed to spread throughout the entire ship.

[Do you know where the captain is? 】

"Of course I don't know, but it's definitely right to go inward. Miss Princes said this. Although there were more than ten ring warlocks who were in danger on the cruise ship, but now the others are gone, I can't rely on others to find the exit. And if someone else finds the exit, it doesn't mean I can escape."

[Are you worried about your companions? 】

Her sweet laughter is really more effective than any magic potion in getting rid of headaches.

The further inward you go, the more alienated the cabin corridor becomes. The fungus carpet on the wall continued to thicken, and the shape of a human body appeared on the surface of the fungus carpet, as if the wall had absorbed and swallowed human bones. The stench became stronger and stronger, and even if I blocked my nose with my hands, I couldn't make the smell go away.

Shade couldn't think of what could emit such a smell, but when he left the photo frame and walked 30 steps inside, and heard the sound of gurgling water and crackling burning sounds in his ears, he immediately understood. Someone is cooking on this level of the cabin.

Holding a sword in his right hand and lighting with his left hand, he walked quickly forward. At the same time, the skeletons under his feet and on the wall slowly extended their hands to the living people. As the moonlight flew out against the wall, the skeleton's arms looked like cut leeks. It was all over the floor, but still squirming.

The ship was still rocking violently, and the ship's planks could not block out the sound of the storm in this dark sea.

More and more filth appears around, and even small particles visible to the naked eye appear in the air. In the seeping darkness ahead, a faint green light appeared on the right wall, and the sound of gurgling water and sounds like burning firewood came from there.

The sword in his hand split open the skeleton trying to grab his arm, and Shade came to the door of the cabin room that was not blocked. This was also the only room he saw that he could enter after entering the cabin.

Looking inside, the narrow room was about the size of Shade's bathroom. What was piled on both sides of the room were not bones, but bright red corpses bleeding. On the floor in the center of the room, a fire of skeletons burned with green flames. Four iron ropes hung from the ceiling, connected to an iron pot like a witch used in a fairy tale, allowing it to float above the fire of skeletons.

The foul-smelling liquid in the pot was boiling, but unexpectedly there was no blood, corpses or bones in the pot. The pot was so clear that you could see the water at the bottom.

On the side of the iron pot, a thing with a human head, the upper body of a fish, the lower body of a skeleton, and the limbs of a pig looked at Shade with a rusty brass spoon. The moment those cloudy yellow eyes looked at Shade, the intense discomfort made him dizzy for a moment, and he almost lost his balance.

But the monster did not attack Shade. Instead, it grunted twice like a pig:

"Someone else is on board."

The language he used was the same as the language used by the madman in the photo just now, which is the common language of Delarian.

"Are you the captain?"

Shade asked. The green flames were brighter than the silver light on his fingertips, causing his shadow to be projected from the door to the other side of the cabin corridor, swaying like a monster.

Shade noticed that his voice had become unusually hoarse for some reason.

"Of course not, can't you tell? I'm a chef."

The monster hummed. Although it was a human head, the sides of its cheeks clearly had the characteristics of fish gills. He put the brass spoon in his hand into the iron pot and stirred it, and the stench became even stronger.

"Want to know how to leave? Want to know the secrets of this ship?"

it asked, the small eyes of the human head narrowing and looking at Shade.