No one wants to go to that hellish place, unless it's an old madman like this German uncle!

The Bermuda Triangle that Jun Chengdao and Su Yu are going to must be on the ship with such an experienced captain to arrive, so Su Yu must have a good discussion with the old captain about the price and reason.

So he knocked on the old captain's door and said to the old captain. "Are you Uncle Wengebo, please?"

The old captain didn't look at Su Yu, but replied casually.

"What, what are you looking for me?"

Su Yu said straight to the old captain.

"I heard you've been to the Bermuda Triangle?"

The old captain took a sip of wine, shook his head, and said to Su Yu, "It's Wengebo who has been to the Bermuda Triangle, and that old man is already dead, and I can't drive the boat." ”

The old captain quickly vetoed his identity and showed a look of hating the ocean, but Su Yu was smart and knew that the old captain was deliberately shirking, and added, "I can give enough price, as long as you dare to make a bid, I will dare to offer." ”

The old captain didn't pay any attention to Su Yu, the little oriental girl who had just come uninvited, and began to drink sullen wine by himself.

Su Yu thought for a while, and then said, "Not only can I give you money, but I can also find you fine wine that money can't buy in this world?"

The old captain Wengbo finally turned his head and looked at the little Oriental girl carefully, he looked at the little Oriental girl and said slowly, "Wine? What wine did you just say? Wine that can't be bought with money? ”

Su Yu smiled and said to the old captain, "It's okay to show you, but I will only give these drinks to the old Captain Wengebo, since the old Captain Wengebo has passed away, it is a waste to keep this wine, it is better to smash it and irrigate the land." ”

Wen Gebo looked at Su Yu like this, and was a little anxious.

He hurriedly said, "Wine can't be used to irrigate the land, if it's good wine, it's too wasteful, why don't you give me wine, and I can go to sea." ”

Su Yu looked at the old man with a sudden realization, and added with a smile, "The place we are going to is the center of the Bermuda Triangle, of course, we don't bother you, we have a very precious antique nautical chart in our hands, and what we are going to find is the location marked on the chart." ”

The German sloppy uncle stood up at this time, stared at Su Yu seriously and said word by word, "Then I need enough wine, enough good wine." ”

Su Yu looked at the old man and said word by word, "The entire Raffi Manor." ”

The old man's beard and eyebrows were upturned, and he looked at Su Yu incredulously, "What are you kidding me? That's a Rothschild thing, how can you use it to make a deal with me?"

Su Yu shook his head, "This winery was still a Rothschild yesterday, and now it will soon change hands." Maybe tomorrow you'll be in your bag. The world is changing so fast, what will happen tomorrow? ”

The old captain only thought that Su Yu was joking, so he waved his hand at Su Yu and said, "If you are so insincere and use these jokes to prevaricate me, then forget it, if you can really give me Lafite Manor, then my old man, I will give you a boat for a lifetime, and if you want me to find a place for you to find out to the ends of the earth." ”

Then he sent Su Yu out of his door half-pushed and half-sent, and when he turned around, he was still muttering, "My God, young people nowadays really can't speak, and they dare to blow this kind of big talk that wants to lose their heads." ”

When he said this, he drew a cross on his chest.

Many years later, when the old captain recalls today's scene, he will still be happy.

Because after this day, he really became the owner of Lafite Estate.

The drizzle was dripping, and the rain was dripping on the ground, making a ticking sound, some crisp, and even more lonely.

There was a man walking on this road with a black umbrella, and the rain dripping from the eaves of the umbrella hit the water on the ground with an even duller sound.

On the side of the road were rows of low houses, and the raindrops hanging from the eaves fell intermittently on the man's black umbrella, and the elasticity of the black umbrella cloth bounced the rain up again, and fell on the ground that occupied the stagnant water.

All these sounds form a special rhythm, like the notes on the strings, and the steps of the person with the umbrella to stop and go, forming a beautiful picture.

In such weather, there are not many people on the street, but this aisle is indeed too quiet.

The man came to a stop in the middle of the road.

It's just a short pause.

He took another light step forward.

Shaking his head, he looked up at the sky, as if sighing for something.

Suddenly there was thunder in the sky, and the moment the lightning streaked across the sky, it seemed that the whole world had darkened.

A dazzling light flashed through Jun Chengdao's eyes.

The sky and the earth are dark, and it is a good time to kill.

Then several people in white robes appeared in front of and behind him.

The rain fell on these people, but they didn't care.

These people are getting closer and closer to Jun Chengdao, and it seems that there are still words in their mouths.

Finally, the Rothschilds still did it to him.

Jun Chengdao opened his mouth and said, "Do you want to deal with me just like this?"

The visitor said in a strange tone, "I can go to the soup for justice, and even if I die here, I will have the blessing of holy light." ”

Jun Chengdao looked at the person who came, and suddenly thought of something, "It turns out that the Holy Light is used to slander heretics like this?"

It's just that those white-robed people didn't continue to talk, the rain was getting more and more, and Jun Chengdao's hand holding the black umbrella was a little tired.

He suddenly let go of the black umbrella in his hand, and the black umbrella floated in its original position, unmoved by the gravitational pull of the earth.

The rainwater drops from these black umbrellas fell to the ground and coalesced into a single mass.

Soon, the infidels formed a formation, or as they should be called, the curse and the light curse.

The droplets of water on the ground kept coming together and growing into a huge palm.

The palm of his hand slapped towards Jun Chengdao.

Jun Chengdao's right hand was holding an umbrella, but his left hand was only a slight wave.

The huge palm was blocked by the strength of his palm, and it was difficult to move forward in the slightest.

Behind these white-robed people came a black-robed man, and the black-robed man's robe was long and dragged on the ground, but it was not stained with dust and water droplets on the ground.

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