"Okay." Looking at Ye Qing's back as he turned around and left without hesitation, Qiu Xuan exhaled and put the fruit into the accompanying space.

"She's good, and if she makes it to the end of the world alive, she may have a bright future in the future." The woman with glasses sighed, but Bai Hexi shook her head and smiled, not knowing what she was mocking.

After briefly discussing the follow-up matters, Qiu Xuan sat cross-legged under the mast of the wooden platform on the deck and waited. Since the last time Yin Yan burned down almost half of the deck, it stands to reason that this place should have been reduced to ashes with the death of the sirens, but a day later, the fallen mast was erected again, the sawdust returned to the plank, and the area was restored to new condition.

Maybe it's the self-protection mechanism of the Ship of Fools, or maybe it's some other ability, Qiu Xuan doesn't want to delve into it, she only knows that that group of people will definitely come.

Half an hour later, a figure appeared at the end of the cabin.

The leader was Lao Liang, followed by a series of executioners who had met in the captain's room, both familiar and unfamiliar. Three madmen in white robes were surrounded in the middle, all with ropes firmly tied to their wrists.

That's their plan, anyway, the last group to board the ship is a total of twenty-one people, and if you want to find "it", all of them will be killed by "releasing the soul".

Since they still need to give themselves the people who are at the bottom of the score, they will not choose the executioner first, and the first choice must be the aboriginal madman.

"Yo, it's early, so anxious?"

One of the executioners in the team recognized Qiu Xuan, who had met in the captain's room that day, and he took the rope from a madman's hand and dragged him over, and said hello to Qiu Xuan, who was sitting under the mast.

Jiao Guancheng, who was mixed in the crowd, glanced at her meaninglessly and did not speak.

There weren't many people who came this time, at least Qiu Xuan, who was in the captain's room that day, only saw three-fifths of them. And some acquaintances such as Hephaestus, Ruiyi, and, of course, Ah Lin are not on the team.

The man who greeted her first dragged one of the madmen to the mast and tried to tie them to a wooden post. He waved his hand and motioned for Qiu Xuan, who was sitting under the pillar, to move away, but the man continued to sit steadily, without moving his buttocks.

"What are you doing!"

The man looked a little angry, and Lao Liang dragged another madman to tie him up, and coughed twice half-threateningly and half-remindingly.

"I just want to say that it's against the rules that you guys are doing to the people on board." Qiu Xuan glanced up at the indifferent eyes of the madman and said.

"The expelled madmen are not strictly considered to be on board, but we cut off their middle fingers just to be on the safe side."

"What?"

"The status symbol of the sailor, the 'X' tattoo on the middle finger of the left hand, without this, you wouldn't be a sailor on a ship."

Qiu Xuan finally knew where the bloody aura that she had asked before everything had started came from, she pursed her lips and said, "Did you arrest these people at random?" ”

"Of course, the first to be caught if it looks the most suspicious." The man grew impatient and complained a few times about why he hadn't come to their meeting instead of asking questions. Then he didn't want to pay attention to her anymore, and with a push of his palm, he pulled her aside and tied the madman to the mast.

Pushed aside by the rough movement, Qiu Xuan was not angry, her eyelids lifted and glanced at the madman again, and suddenly said without warning: "Will your god come to save you now?" ”

The rough knots pressed tightly into the madman's skin, and the indifferent eyes, which had never seen emotion, finally glanced down at the man sitting on the ground, and said lightly: "How am I worthy of the Father to be saved, but I am about to be so close to His heels, my soul will fly high and fall into the sea without hesitation." ”

The executioner next to him didn't understand and didn't have time to listen to their crazy words, and once again inexplicably glanced at Qiu Xuan, who was still sitting on the ground. As if deciding that the man was not a threat to her, he fixed the men on the mast with several other executioners and cut their skin with a sharp blade.

Bright red blood burst out at once, and several people had already taken out their charcoal braziers and lit them, placing them under the cross-shaped incisions that the madmen had made.

"Hey, I can warn you, this fire is very hot, and I can't guarantee that it won't burn you if you don't leave."

The man finally looked strangely at the man sitting very close, who seemed not to hear him, and still communicated with the madman on his own.

"But when your last drop of blood is drained, your soul will not return to the sea, you will only get a dried corpse."

"Outlander, I have no intention of pursuing your faux pas." Blood came out of the madman's body one by one, and there were already people next to him who couldn't stand the pain and burning of the wound and began to howl in pain, but the madman in front of Qiu Xuan closed his eyes arrogantly. "Every devout believer can receive the gift of the Father, and you will bear the thunderous wrath of the god of the sea for your words."

"Come on, he doesn't have time to take care of me." The temperature of the flame was indeed too high, Qiu Xuan wiped the thin sweat that was smoked from her forehead, and said patiently. "I don't judge you for your faith, but I have to say one thing anyway. If you die in this way, you are not even qualified to continue your faith after death. ”

The blood dripped into the raging fire and made a small popping sound, and I wonder if it was her illusion that the temperature of the flames was even hotter. The madman in front of him seemed to have completely closed his eyes and stopped speaking because he didn't want to communicate with him anymore, Qiu Xuan swallowed his saliva and moistened his throat, and continued: "Because you are not the right person at all, the method of releasing your soul is useless to you, and your soul cannot return to the sea from the beginning. ”

"I know you don't fear death, but what's the point of your death if it doesn't bring you any closer to your gods?"

"It's just making wedding dresses for others."

"What is she muttering to that madman?" The man who took the first step back to a safe distance frowned at the figure tied to the mast and the person sitting on the ground, under the cover of the thick fog, the sound of the special flame burning was too loud, coupled with the painful wails of the madmen, it was impossible to hear what Qiu Xuan said.

The other executioner snorted, "Maybe she's also a person with a bit of a nervous problem, what the hell is she, we're all here, can she save those crazy people alone?" ”

The thick choking smoke made Qiu Xuan have to squint her eyes and cover her mouth and nose with her hands, the temperature was too high to dye her skin red, but she still spoke.

"Is that your faith? It's just moving yourself. ”

"You don't have faith at all."

"You believe in a false god."

"You ......"

"Enough!" The madman snapped his eyes open from the flames, as the muscles of his body tensed in an instant, and more blood gushed out, pouring the heat of the flames even hotter. "Outsiders! I don't need you to point fingers at my faith! ”

Qiu Xuan looked at him calmly. "You're in a hurry."

"I say! Don't question my faith! Don't question the Father!! After a roar that almost overshadowed all the sounds around the mast, the executioner lifted his bleeding left arm, and with a single force broke the specially made thick rope.

"How is that possible!" "What's going on!"

The onlookers hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and the madman raised his hand with blood-red eyes, and the man who rushed to the front and tied him up immediately burst out and bled profusely.

"Don't question my piety, don't question my father......" The crowd stopped and didn't dare to step forward, and the madman lowered his head with red eyes and began to mumble to himself.

Qiu Xuan was finally able to get out of the flames, she patted her baked hot side face, and walked over to the other two bound madmen while the madman was still trying to read the note.

"Your faith is worthless, your faith is a complete fraud, you have been deceived, and you can only live by self-deception and emotion."

"You believe in a false god."

"You have no faith at all."

"Don't ......" "Don't!"

Amid the cacophony of fire crackling and burning blood, from the unstoppable screams of the two madmen, they squeezed a hoarse roar out of their throats, their eyes red like the first madman and broke the ropes that bound them.

"We are not allowed to question our faith, nor to question God the Father, nor to question our faith, nor to question God the Father, nor to ......"

The three of them stepped on the blood-red and white smoke, and stood in the chaos and whispered the words.

Lao Liang scolded loudly, and turned around to ask an executioner if his barrier could block this movement, after all, if it was known by the other executioners on the ship, he was afraid that he would be able to bear it later.

The executioner swallowed, but nodded confidently.

Finally, the three madmen who were bowing their heads and muttering suddenly all raised their heads at once! Rao's executioners, who had experienced the wind and waves, were also made a little palpitating by their sick and crazy red eyes, until the madman standing at the front took a step in this direction and said, "Jump." ”

"Jump." "Jump."

"Jump, jump, jump ......"

From the familiar slight tremor on his right wrist, everyone knew that this was another trigger for the score task, and in this kind of personal situation, they could not beat the madman in the situation no matter what.

And it is even more unheard of for a situation like today, where three crazy people appear as home players at once.

As the three of them approached once they read it, the nearest executioner gritted his teeth when he saw this, tied a rope around his waist and fastened it to the boat, and jumped into the cold sea first with the idea of seeking wealth and danger.

Jiao Guancheng thought about it, and also learned the man's movements, and jumped down the second.

Since I don't know what happens if I don't jump, the first example of a man dying in a body is a good illustration of this. Who would have thought that crazy people who were destined to die would suddenly be triggered by the score task? Thinking of this, Lao Liang glanced at Qiu Xuan, who didn't know what he had done, and also held his breath and jumped into the rolling waves.

In fact, in such a situation where everyone is staring, Qiu Xuan can't do anything, but he deliberately mentions the most deliberate obsession in everyone's heart to stir up the home of the score task.

Almost all of the previous score tasks were triggered in this way, Su Man's dissatisfaction with no one caring, Gary's lust for Arke, Yin Yan's pathological extreme, the ship doctor's dare not make a choice, and so on.

"Jump, jump, jump ......"

Fortunately, the madmen in the position of the home team of the mission did not hold much grudge against her, but just repeated this sentence step by step with hideous faces. Qiu Xuan picked a sturdy rope and tied it, remembering the location where Jiao Guancheng had fallen into the water just now, and avoided the others and jumped in that direction.

It's cold enough.

Although this world is not like the original life, there are obvious four seasons, but these days on the ship, everyone will not feel too obvious changes in temperature due to physical fitness.

But when the sea water flooded her whole body and filled her ears and eyes, Qiu Xuan still felt cold uncontrollably. She tried to open her eyes and wanted to float up first to expose her head to the sea, and then she didn't know which grandson who held a grudge directly pressed her deeper into the sea and stabbed her in the shoulder.

Although the obstructed vision could dodge most of the damage based on the reflex of the danger sense, none of the executioners present were less than the trials she had passed, and they were all too difficult to deal with. The newly cut valgus wound on her shoulder was soaked in pain by the seawater, and just as she wanted to take out Xiaolu's birdcage necklace, countless treacherous tentacles suddenly stretched out from the depths of the sea!

The chaotic sea was instantly noisy, and the oxygen in her lungs was exhausted, and Qiu Xuan didn't have time to reach out and grab a slippery tentacle, and let it sweep away and bring herself to the sea.

"Whew!"

Finally poked her head out, she wiped her face and took a few deep breaths, and saw that at this time, in the sea area under the Fool's Ship, treacherous tentacles were tyrannical, and countless angry curses and flesh and blood were speeding by, as if she was filming a fantasy version of "Extreme Cold".

She had actually seen those tentacles, on the pirate ship Phantom Shark, when she and Jiao Guancheng touched someone's ship and almost got sniped, but fortunately, Cassandro later attracted most of the attention.

So...... Is it really the Leviathan Lord himself?

"Welcome back to our lord!"

"May your brilliance be sprinkled on the ocean, and may you be immortal!"

"Punish these disrespectful people with wrath! Destroy the flesh of the apostate! ”

Seeing this, the three madmen on the ship prostrated themselves on the ground with reverent chanting the praise of the gods. Their white-robed bodies trembled unconsciously, and their faces were sickly fanatical engraved in their bones and blood.

It's really hard.

Qiu Xuan used a small broken dagger to swing a knife on the tentacle beside him, only to see that the cross-section was not cut, and a few flashy broken diamonds at the handle were inlaid on the surface of the tentacle because of this action.

It's set with a diamond, and it's pretty good.

Qiu Xuan couldn't help but roll her eyes with joy.

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