Tick ~ Tick ~ tick ~

The extremely regular sound of water droplets rang incessantly in the dark and cramped room, mixed with the muffled sound of whips whipping on the flesh from time to time, almost drowning out the lapping of the waves outside the cabin, and the subject of the whipping was barely reacting, perhaps only his slightly undulating chest was still proving that he was alive, of course, only temporarily.

The dazzling bright red blood plasma, snaking into a small snake, trickled down the dirty legs of the suspended slave, and finally converged into a small red pool on the floor under his feet, this time the captain's inexplicable punishment came too suddenly, and too cruel, from the moment he was dragged into this small black room below the deck, the hanging slave knew that maybe this time he was already in a catastrophe, and his broken and weak body could not withstand such ravages no matter what.

But even with no hope of survival, the slaves gritted their teeth and tried not to let themselves moan, and the slaves on the Suzuka knew that the captain didn't like to scream, and if he didn't make a noise when he was punished, there might be a slim chance of surviving.

Perhaps it was the sudden order to set sail that made the captain angry, or perhaps for some other reason, in any case, Anos wielded a leather whip dipped in seawater, and tirelessly whipped the slave behind his back, making the latter's skin open with each blow, and most of the shipwrights were accustomed to it, and they just laughed with each other and stood at the door of the cell.

I don't know how long it took, the sky outside was already dark, outside the cabin, the seagulls were screaming in the evening breeze, and Anos's beating finally exceeded the limit of the slave's patience, and he couldn't help but let out a painful snort in his throat, his messy head physically drooped, and his already thin body curled up in an instant.

"Grandma, I'm sorry, I really can't hold on, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep......."

As his consciousness blurred, the slave felt the pain in his body gradually disappearing, his tired body became lighter for the first time in a long time, and his soul left his scarred body and fell into endless darkness, and in the darkness, something seemed to pull at this poor soul that had suffered so much, and finally it sank irrepressibly somewhere below the deck of the Suzuka, merging into some twisted and growing mass of soul.

With a snap, the slender and thorny leather whip seemed to be whipped into the mud, and the slave's skin had been whipped into a slippery rotten cowhide, and no matter how hard Anos tried, the thin slave who was hung up did not react.

Throwing the leather whip aside, Captain Arnokith, who was sweating profusely, crouched down, checked the breath of the slave in front of him, and made sure that he had lost his breath, and then clapped his hands in disgust and straightened up.

"Hmph, waste, it's really not resistant, forget it, it's really a disappointment. Someone, throw him in the power room and burn him. Anos kicked the slave's lifeless body away like a broken sack, twisted his neck and made a few clicks, and then ordered the first mate with satisfaction, "Tell all the waste on the deck to get out of the bottom compartment and stay, Gregory has pulled a big business, we are going to sail!"

..........

"Okay, the people in the way are gone, so why don't you all find a cabin to live in, what are you all doing around me?"

After seeing Andre's figure disappear around the corner of the corridor, Roger, who had relaxed his spirit, fell down on the tattered wooden bed, spreading his limbs as if no one was around, lying there in a 'big' shape, yawning lazily and not wanting to move.

The small action he had secretly brushed at Gregory just now undoubtedly made Roger mentally exhausted, and every time like this, Roger began to lament that he was weak, even if he wanted to return to Alexia, it would take such a setback.

"Speaking of which, what has happened on the island over the years, there is no trace of the liaison who should have stayed in Vikz? It stands to reason that three hundred years is not a long time, and it is not a short time, and according to the average life expectancy, it is only five or six generations, so I don't even forget the communication arrangements I left behind, right? Even the secret mark on the Vikz Lighthouse only stayed three centuries ago? Alas, it is all Caesar's bastard, which is really a headache for me. ”

The thought of these things being tangled together made Roger distraught again, and the dilapidated wooden bed was pressed by him and let out a 'creaking' scream, which made Elway, who was leaving his luggage on the bed next to him, deeply wonder if it would fall apart as soon as Roger rolled over.

"Let's all go back and have a good rest, and come back to me before the dinner in the evening, if I'm not mistaken, Brandon's muscular brother shouldn't be able to endure it for long, as long as he is out of the sphere of influence of Vikz Harbor, that guy is very likely to do it." ”

After rolling on the bed and changing into a comfortable position, seeing that everyone was still staring at him, Roger coughed and pretended to be serious, "Besides, you'd better not go it alone, it's not just Brandon who thinks about you on the boat." ”

"Long-winded. ”

Defana, who had pretended to be a good baby all the way, finally regained her quirky appearance at this time, and made a grimace at Roger, it seemed that she was the first to adapt to the bumps of the Suzuka unexpectedly, and with a flick of her brown ponytail, she took Alley's arm and walked into the larger cabin next to Roger, and she didn't care about anyone else, and slammed the door shut, and it seemed that the two of them occupied a cabin like this.

"When did these two ancestors get along so well? besides, I always feel that my status is getting lower and lower?"

Roger scratched his hair and said awkwardly to Ryan and Carlos, "Well, let's give up the big room over there to the girls, and the three of you will squeeze in the two-person room, and everyone will sleep for the night." ”

"When we leave the range of Vikz, it is easy to say, and then we will not know who is the hunter and who is the prey. Lying on the plank bed, Roger propped up his chin, his eyes were inexplicably shining, and he had something to say.

Since the instructor said so, the three of them had to enter the small cabin next door with a bitter face, and the cramped environment and the bumpy voyage would surely bring them an unforgettable experience.

"Hmm~"

After finally sending them away, Roger stretched comfortably, and planned to close his eyes and squint for a while, after all, the best way to replenish his energy was undoubtedly a beautiful sleep.

Just when Roger's consciousness wanted to sink into the depths of his soul, the vast volume of data from the gods, he suddenly opened his eyes with a feeling, and turned his head, which happened to meet the gray eyes of Elway staring straight at him, and in his eyes, the pale soul fire was burning.

"What? I have flowers on my face?" said Roger as he rolled over with sleepiness and pillowed his arms.

"Don't you feel it? this fresh breath of the soul, mixed with resentment, unwillingness, and intense hatred. Elway's eyes looked at the closed door, and the black and white eyeballs in his sockets vanished in favor of pale soul fire, allowing his gaze to peer through the wooden structure of the cabin and catch a glimpse of the wailing souls in the depths of the cabin below deck.

It was a shadow under the stack of debris, where countless broken souls gathered, and even became a gray mist visible to the naked eye, and it was hard to imagine such a strange scene on an ordinary ship. And after the soul of the unknown slave merged, the soul masses that were originally just blindly expanding continued to entangle and twist each other, and gradually took on the appearance of a human form.

"Hmm. Roger just responded, didn't even bother to open his eyes, and responded weakly, "There is a place on the ship where soul energy is particularly rich, I found out before I got on the ship, probably the souls of those slaves who were tortured here and died, they have already reached the critical point of transforming into evil spirits, but there is still some time before they can be transformed into evil spirits, I didn't expect to add a special soul just now, it seems that tonight's dinner party needs to add another guest." ”

"Why don't you seem to be worried at all?" Elway sighed, crossed his arms and asked the lazy Roger, "You did everything you could to get into a ship that took you to the Endless Sea, and you didn't have any idea of an evil spirit running out at this time?" ”

As Elway said, the so-called evil spirits (can also be called resentful spirits, in short, similar things) are different from the undead, or it is the most special kind of undead, it is only the undead creatures that can only be born when countless souls full of extreme resentment gather somewhere, because there are many souls composed, so the birth of evil spirits is usually irrational, and will only brutally kill and destroy to respond to this cruel world, in this respect it is a bit similar to the undead summoned by the necromancer, but the evil spirits are usually superior in pure killing intent and destructive power, and unless they are strangled in the cradle, they are extremely difficult to purify。

"A group of poor mortal souls, plus a soul with a little magical talent, the evil spirits born are only about the first order, and they can't make any waves. Roger stretched out his hand to close the window that was blown open by the sea breeze, and in the air of the micro-orangutan, the resentful aura that had faded gradually became stronger, "It's better to let it make a fuss on the boat, maybe what's the gain?"

Roger didn't know what to do, Roger's eyes had already slid out of the window in a daze, and on the deck, countless scrawny slaves laboriously pulled the heavy sails up the mast in the beating and scolding of the boatmen, and when the three sails were unfurled against the wind, the boatmen shouted a trumpet in a voice like a male duck.

"Anchor up!