Bilgewater is a kingdom of pirates - but among the surrounding islands, there are some reluctant pirates.

Some of them are artisans, some are fishermen, they believe in the mother serpent, they follow the teachings of Naga Kabolos, and they are a rare clear stream in the midst of chaos.

(Sarah's parents, by the way, are one of them, and they are the best musketeers who live in isolation on an island.) ）

According to the teachings of Naga Kapolos, all believers in the Night of the Eclipse must gather at the temple of the Serpent Mother to sincerely repent of their mistakes and learn the teachings of Naga Kapoulos.

But this year, Pete Sr. had to make an exception.

Because of the war in Bilgewater, old Pete lost his job of cleaning the deck - his ship sank in the fire.

And because of the illness of his daughter Anna, old Pete owes a large amount of foreign debt in order to seek the help of the Naga Kapolos sect.

Naga Kapoulos is not a good deity - even his followers have to pay a price for getting help, and they don't owe it on credit!

In desperation, in order to save his daughter, old Pete owed a large amount of foreign debt.

Don't look at Planck's rule collapsed, but at the level of the gangsters, the order has not changed much - everyone is just a new boss, what should be done, so old Pete's debt cannot be written off.

Seeing that the repayment deadline is about to be reversed, if Old Pete can't change the money on time, Anna is likely to be in danger - if he is attacked because of his debts, the priest of Naga Kapolos will not help Old Pete to take revenge.

In desperation, old Pete could only hurry up and make money.

How to make money?

Old Pete remembered the sunken Abyss.

As Planck's ship, the Abyss can be said to be full of treasures, and the candlesticks on it are all silver-plated!

After the chaos in Bilgewater, there were quite a few daring guys who sneaked into the place where the Abyss sank and touched a lot of good things on it!

But alas, this salvage is organized, they control the ruins of the slaughterhouse, and guys like old Pete are not entitled to a piece of the pie.

But today is different.

Today is the night of the Eclipse of Souls, and those guys have all shrunk the temple of the Mother Serpent today, and no one is going to compete with Old Pete for business.

As long as Old Pete goes to the ruins of the slaughterhouse at night today and finds something out of the Abyss, then there is no problem in paying off the debt!

It was with this thought in mind that while everyone was running to the temple of the Mother Serpent, Old Pete rowed his own boat and quietly came to the slaughterhouse.

Before leaving, he drank half a bottle of Scud spirits in one go, and it took him enough courage to push the boat into the water on such a night.

As the black fog gradually thickened, old Pete finally touched the ruins of the slaughterhouse.

Looking at the messy dock in front of him, old Pete grabbed the bottle and took another big sip, wiped his dirty beard, and then poured a small amount overboard the ship—this one was dedicated to the bearded lady.

The alcohol made old Pete feel warm and his head a little heavy, and he slowly rowed over the guard buoy made of the corpse of some hapless man who had explored privately, until he stopped in the sea where the Abyss had sunk.

Checking his bearings, Pete scooped up the oar and threw it into the bilge, draining the remaining half of the bottle of Scud Spirits—he looked at the bottom of the bottle, saved a good sip, and tossed the bottle into the sea.

A second cup for Ms. Beard.

At last old Pete closed his eyes, bent down by the side of the boat, and completely immersed his rough hands in the water.

"Naga Kapoulos." Old Pete began to pray, begging the bearded lady to grant him a glimmer of good luck, "I don't want much...... Please help this poor believer to receive a ration from your barn - please take care of me and bless me...... If I die in your arms, let me hide with the other dead. ”

After the humble prayer, old Pete threw off his tattered shirt and was about to close his eyes and jump into the water.

But when Pete Sr.'s head was only inches above the water, he was forced to stop.

Opening his eyes, old Pete saw a pale face staring at him, a lifeless cold light dancing on this pale face.

Old Pete screamed, his body was flicked by an invisible force, and he fell on his back in the boat.

In the blink of an eye, the fog thickened, and the lights of Bilgewater in the distance were suddenly invisible—replaced by a thick fog that rolled in the sea, as black as ink.

The legend is true!

The black fog is coming......

Old Pete grabbed the oars and stabbed them into the oars in a panic.

his XXX debts! Now all you need to do is leave quickly!

It's a pity that it's late.

The black mist carries an oppressive cold, and once it comes into contact, it will cause the blood vessels under the skin to die rapidly, showing black lines, and the cold breath like a tomb coils on his back, and Pete can't help but cry.

"Lady Beard... Mother Snake at the Bottom of the Abyss... Naga Kapoulos ......" he sobbed and whispered a prayer, "Please take me home, please, I sincerely-"

The next moment, Old Pete's prayer was interrupted.

A pair of chained hooks pierced his chest, and the striking blood on the tips of the hooks dripped.

A third hook pierced him in the stomach, and a fourth came out of his neck.

The fifth and sixth took him into his hands, pulled him down with all his might, and pinned him to the cabin.

The pain made old Pete howl.

A shadow slowly emerged in the black mist, exuding the purest malice in the world, and the horned head was surrounded by emerald green flames—the burning pain of old Pete's chiseled joints, as if an evil spirit thirsting for revenge was savoring his suffering.

The necromancer in front of him was wrapped in an old black robe, the rusty key around his waist scraped the edges, and he held a corpse-attracting lantern in his hand, which swayed with chains. Moans of grief emanate from within, and seem to contain an infinite desire for evil.

A small door opened on the lantern, and old Pete felt his soul loosen in his warm flesh.

In the bottomless aura, the tormented undead almost went crazy in the endless purgatory, letting out heart-rending screams that beckoned Old Pete to join them.

Old Pete struggled to hold on to his soul, but his life came to an abrupt halt with a ghostly invisible scythe, and the lantern snapped shut.

"An inferior soul." The voice of the lantern's owner seemed to be rubble rubbing against a tombstone, "but it was the first one Hammerstone had collected tonight." ”