Old Cripple Tan glanced down, and was stunned on the spot, unable to come back to his senses for a long time, and slowly realized that he was dead, he was very calm, but sighed helplessly.

Then he fell to the ground with a thud, and finally turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared.

I have never believed in the so-called fountain of immortality since I came, although I still did not find the legendary spring water in the end, but this time it was not that I was without harvest, I took out the piece of black and blood-red jade that Old Cripple Tan handed me.

At that time, he looked at Ye Siming and asked, "Do you know the origin of this soul jade?" ”

Ye Siming glanced sideways at the piece of jade, and his eyes shrank sharply, and then he looked up at me meaningfully.

I don't know anything about soul jade.

I shook my head, expecting Ye Siming to continue with me, but he hesitated and said, "I hope you never know where it came from." ”

He said such an inexplicable thing to me.

We got back on board.

After walking some distance, I looked back again, and the sea level behind me was boundless, and the black island was strangely gone.

I asked Ye Siming, "Actually, that black island." It didn't show up at all. ”

Ye Siming smiled, looking at me with a look in his eyes that was a little puzzled and a little surprised.

"Now I think of the legends, which say that the black island appeared in this endless sea area, and every time it appeared in a different place, it appeared strangely, and disappeared strangely, and there was no trace at all."

"Perhaps, the legendary black island doesn't exist at all, he just imagined it in his mind, when he first encountered the storm, it should have been Tan Lao's lame imagination at that time."

"Because he kept thinking about a black island, we saw it."

"If I deepen this fantasy now, and I keep fantasizing about a black island on the distant coastline, then it will appear before us again, right?" I looked at Ye Siming, hoping that he would give me an answer. Ninety-four Good Book Network

It's just that Ye Siming didn't answer, and he didn't refute.

He seemed to be lost in thought, looking at the end of the shoreline, looking out into nothingness.

However, whether it is because of the intersection of yin and yang in this sea area, reflecting the tip of the iceberg of the underworld, or because it is related to the thousands of undead under this sea.

But I won't know the answer, and I won't verify it.

I turned around and said to Ye Siming, "When I get out, I must rest for a few days." ”

I thought that I must take a comfortable hot bath to get rid of the fishy smell all over my body, and then have a good sleep while I recharge.

To hell with the eight-sided ghost mound, what the ghostly ghost.

"I'm afraid, we're in big trouble right now." Zhong Bai's voice revealed an extremely solemn sentence.

I subconsciously asked something.

As a result, at this time, he saw looking at the sea in the distance, Zhong Bai's brows furrowed, and Ye Siming's face was expressionless.

I looked into the distance.

Although the torrential rain had stopped now, the wind was howling, and the sea was overcast in the distance, and the sea was obscured by thick fog.

But I could faintly see a few lone lights flickering in the thick fog in the distance, and I soon saw it.

The sea was full of people.

No, it should be said that it is a ghost.

His arms were down, his head was lower, looming in the mist, and there was a coffin in the front, and four ghosts carried the coffin and lanterns.