On the other side, Ophelia.

"Sure enough, I still have to find something to eat to fill my stomach first. The girl said, pushing aside the blades of grass that blocked her view.

It was surrounded by tall stone slabs with no inscriptions, and seemed to pose no threat other than broken sharp wooden railings.

The apostle's breath wafted through the air, rich but not abrupt, as if it had been the case for thousands of years.

Ophelia licked her dry lips, her eyes locked on the fruit tree beside her, the towering trunk was full of red fruit, and she couldn't see the type, but Ophelia was familiar with it, and climbed the tree with one hand, and put it in her mouth to eat.

The fruit was like bubbles wrapped in water, and when it was bitten, all the juice overflowed, and Ophelia wiped her mouth after eating the fruit, and found several more and put them in her arms, and then nodded with satisfaction, and was about to jump off the tree, but she grabbed the branch with one hand and froze in the air.

"Derivatives!"

The girl bit her tongue lightly, steadied herself, and tried not to make a sound, and at her feet, in a slightly broken dirt, there was an orange mark.

It wasn't the first time Ophelia had seen such things, and although she had only seen descriptions of them in ancient records, she still spotted what was lurking beneath her feet with sharp eyes.

That's not a good thing.

What to do?

It seems that these guys should be aware of their movements, and if they just jump like this, they will definitely be covered.

A trace of helplessness crossed Ophelia's eyes, and she found a position on the trunk that was not easy to fall down and sat firmly, closing her eyes, as if she had entered a meditative state.

After a while, a glimmer of light crossed Ophelia's closed shuangmu, and the girl held her breath slightly, opened her eyes with a long breath, and a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

"Hmph..."

[In five minutes, they'll be in trouble...]

The girl pondered in her heart, and looked farther away, and sure enough, a group of GBL people in costume were slowly walking this way.

The trees here are dense and bear a lot of fruit, except for the one where Ophelia stays, and the rest of the trees bear strawberry-like fruits.

The outfit of that group of people is the same as Ophelia, but Ophelia knows very well in her heart that they are guys who have been "infected", and it is estimated that there is only one person who rashly meets her...

She didn't move, and hid a little deeper in the tree, the gray cloth robe so close to the trunk that she wouldn't be noticed unless she looked closely.

Soon, the group stood under the tree, less than ten meters away from the fruit tree where Ophelia was, and the "lurkers" at Ophelia's feet seemed to have noticed this, the earth shook slightly, and the orange shadow was gone.

"Whew..."

Ophelia let out a long breath, happily relaxed, and looked at the GBL cultists who were shaking the branches and preparing to pick the fruit.

Their movements were stiff and did not seem to be very energetic, except for those who were shaking the branches to pick up the fruit, the rest of them remained still, their hands hooked in front of their chests.

The moment the strawberry-like fruit fell to the ground, the contents of the ground moved.

The orange octopus was almost the size of an adult, and it broke out of the ground at once, enveloping several disciples, and the disciples panicked, but the movements were not chaotic at all, and they took out the dagger in their arms and stabbed it on the octopus's body, and the light green blood splashed, shooting the disciples all over, but the octopus is not a vegetarian, and the eight tentacles waved again and again, and the elbows of the disciples were broken at once.

The battle was fierce, and neither side had any intention of running away.

In the end, the disciples with daggers were even better, they had the advantage in numbers, and at the expense of two people, the other two daggers came out in succession, and both of them stabbed into the octopus's body, and the octopus struggled and twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

A total of two octopuses died on the bodies of two cultists, and Ophelia even saw the daggers of the other two cultists just now, and pierced the octopus and his companion without hesitation.

The disciples had no intention of cleaning up the dagger, and the blood-stained dagger was put into their arms, and they looked at the fruit on the ground, and then at the dead octopus, as if thinking about something.

In the middle of the day they picked up the fruit and ate it on the spot, until the people on the ground were dead and they were full.

They folded their hands, and they didn't even mean to look back, and walked back slowly, deep in the jungle, and after a while, they disappeared.

Ophelia stayed in the tree for a while, and when there was no more movement, she jumped down cautiously, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and slowly walked towards the four corpses.

She was as careful as a rabbit, lowered her body and quickly approached the two of them under the cover of the grass and trees, brushed aside the octopus that was not yet dead, frowned, and lifted the brim of their hats.

Familiar faces.

Ophelia remembered the two men, the Cultists who had disappeared before, and who she had seen in the temple below not long ago.

There was nothing worth collecting on ordinary cultists, Ophelia sighed lightly, brushed one hand over the eyelids of the two of them, and whispered:

"Rest in peace, and may the soul of the Lord be with you. ”

Standing up, Ophelia still felt a little parched, and took out another fruit and bit it, which made her feel better.

She didn't have time to bury them, she only prayed silently in her heart for a moment, and then looked into the depths of the jungle again, knowing that the source of all evil was there.

Ophelia is very clear about the breath of the long-legged Rost, and the previous few people have more or less contaminated with the breath of "it", and the direction in which they move may be their destination.

"Long-legged Rost..."

Ophelia gritted her teeth, tightened the dagger in her arms, pulled her hat over her head with one hand, and walked quickly into the depths of the jungle.

...

"Luffy, wake up, Luffy!"

The guy who was splashed with a basin of water was still unconscious, and it wasn't until Nami slapped Luffy in the face a few times that Luffy woke up.

"Huh... Huh?!"

"I... Where am I?!"

“......”

As soon as a few people looked at me and I looked at you, there was a sense of helplessness in their eyes, and Kirby glanced at the indifferent believer next to him and beckoned to Luffy.

"Let's go, go out and talk. ”

...

"What?!Is there really an ancient ruin!"

"That's enough! you idiot!" Nami slapped Luffy on the head angrily, "So you just ate what someone gave you so defenselessly!"

"Eh, because it looks really delicious!"

Luffy pouted aggrievedly, and his saliva couldn't stop pouring out at the thought of the fruit he had eaten before.

"I kind of know—" Kirby floated cross-legged in the air, his hands clasped to his chest and his lower lip clenched.

"But why did she do that?"

"If it's not magic..."

"That guy, shouldn't it have been from the beginning..."

...