The fire in the fireplace was burning, and the tavern was warm as spring, and Wild sat outside the bar and talked to the owner, who he learned was called Barrett, a name for something.

Claire and the others found a random place to sit down, drinking on the surface, but from time to time they looked at the two people inside and outside the bar.

"Uh-hahaha! In this way, Mr. Barrett was also left on the island after a storm six months ago. Inside the tavern, Wild's hearty laughter rang out, and his eyes flashed with an unknown light.

"Yes, but there are two sides to everything, and if it weren't for that storm, I might have died at the hands of those pirates." Barrett is a middle-aged man with a gentle conversation, always smiling when he speaks, but his hands do not stop, wiping his wine glass with a white cloth.

"Pirates? Were there any other origins during this period? Wilde raised his eyebrows when he heard this, took a sip of wine, and said with an inquiry.

"Well, I was originally a merchant, that time my fleet just finished delivering a batch of goods, on the way back, I was also on the ship, I didn't expect to meet a group of pirates halfway through, but needless to say, I believe that Mr. Wilde also knows, how can pirates let go of merchant ships, I abandoned the merchant ships under the leadership of the guards, and fled in a small boat, but I didn't expect that the group of pirates chased after them until the storm appeared, and all of us were drowned by the waves, of course, including those pirates who pursued me.

My consciousness was plunged into darkness for a long time, until I woke up to find that I had escaped from the original sea, I was washed up on the island, and although I lost everything, fortunately I picked up a life. ”

"It's a blessing in disguise," Wild said, shrugging his shoulders.

Barrett raised his eyelids when he heard this, glanced at Wild in surprise, then smiled approvingly, nodded and said, "A blessing in disguise... It couldn't be more apt, Mr. Wild is very knowledgeable. ”

Wilde smiled when he heard this: "I'm not a very learned person! Can Mr. Barrett tell me about the island? ”

"Of course." Barrett's crescent-shaped eyes opened a little imperceptibly, "Speaking of this island... Mr. Wild, and your friends have one thing to note. ”

"How?" Wild's look of inquiry remained.

The others in the tavern also pricked up their ears at this time.

"There is a taboo on this island, you can't go out at night." Barrett's expression became serious: "You must not go out." ”

"Why?" Beckon, who was not far away, couldn't help but ask when he heard this.

Barrett glanced at him and nodded slightly: "Because, this is a cursed island, an island cursed by darkness and negativity. ”

Barrett's voice was a little lower, and the crowd listened quietly.

"This legend has been passed down on this island, and at first I didn't believe it, but one day, I saw through the window of my room what was happening on the street outside......

That's when I realized that this is not a legend, but a reality. ”

"What do you see?" Beckon couldn't help it again and rubbed his arms and asked.

"Monster!" Barrett looked at him and said lightly: "A kind of pitch black! A giant monster with no limbs! They are densely packed and occupy the entire street in droves. ”

"Monsters—" the crowd exclaimed in amazement.

"Yes, monster." Barrett nodded heavily.

"What does the curse say?" Wilde was silent for a moment, his eyes looking at Barrett.

"This has been around for a long time, it is said that the curse began after a plague took eighty percent of the life of the entire island forty years ago, and those monsters began to appear at that time."

"Well," a faint glint flashed in Wild's eyes, "Thank you, Mr. Barrett, for telling me." ”

"You're welcome." Barrett's eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"I'm in trouble with accommodation." Wilde took a sip of the glass and stood up.

Wild and the others were quickly placed in the rooms on the second floor, and of course, there was more than one.

The room was cozy and elegant, and Wild stood in front of the window and quietly looked out.

The afterglow of the red sun faded and nearly dissipated.

A bright moon hung over the darkened sky, and the bright moonlight fell through the glass window on the floor of the room.

As time passed, the sky darkened completely, and the streets outside fell into deep darkness, and Wild had been in a motionless position since just now, his sharp eyes looking at the street outside the window, his face calm and not knowing what he was thinking.

Whether Barrett's words are true or false is not for the time being, but Wilde knows that the legend of this island... At least not as simple as he said.

There are two possibilities for the newspaper that I picked up on the street, one is true and the other is false, and Wild is more inclined to the latter.

And if it's the latter, then ... Barrett's words are worth speculating.

"Interesting."

With a slight smile, Wild's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light.

The newspaper reads, as Barrett says, that it is an event that has occurred in the past forty years, and that it is also the event that the plague has taken the lives of the islanders.

The only strange thing is that the newspapers don't mention the name of the island and where it is located, and this ...... That's the biggest doubt.

Since it can be published, it means that this island is a known island registered by the world government and navy, and it is normal for such an island to be reported in the newspaper because such a major accident has occurred.

What's not normal is ...... Newspapers ignore the most basic island names and where they are located.

This is one of the doubts, and the other is also in the newspaper itself, which is so new! It's so new that it doesn't look like a forty-year-old newspaper at all.

So! If the newspaper is fake, what is the purpose of the person doing it?

Deceitful? Yes, but what is the purpose of deception?

Wilder couldn't think of it, and he didn't want to think about it, it had nothing to do with him, tonight and tomorrow he would have to leave the island.

Unless it is tomorrow, Ah Xin has not repaired the ship...... Wait a minute!

Ship repair... Leave...! Wild's heart suddenly chuckled, it can't be repaired...

His eyes slowly widened, then narrowed again, and Wilde thought for a moment, then turned his head and looked out the window.

He fears those who can outdo him in force more than legends and curses.

In the blink of an eye, the body had disappeared into the room, without alarming anyone, not even the doors and windows had been opened, and Wild's body had gathered into a human form, and he was speeding towards the docking point of the ship in the jungle where he came!

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