At this moment, Marshall felt that his foot was being pushed up by something, and when he looked down, he saw that it was a dolphin. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 With support under my feet, my physical exertion has also been reduced a lot.

It's really here to save people...... It should be the arrangement of hell movies, after all, after leaving the burning sea, the ghost ship disappeared, for a hell movie that can manipulate the lives of actors at will, there is no need to deliberately set up this kind of mortal situation, if I guess correctly, maybe it won't be long before I encounter the fishing boat. Marshall thought to himself.

He looked down and saw that half of his body had left the surface of the sea and was gradually moving in a certain direction.

In this way, Marshall soon saw the coastline, which was very brightly lit and bustling.

A fishing boat spotted Marshall and rescued him.

"Are you alright?" The old fisherman with his beard asked with concern.

"Is there any water?" Although his body was extremely tired, Marshall still did not dare to fall asleep like this.

"You wait......" the old fisherman left for a moment.

The night sky was bright, and Marshall lay on the fishing boat, and after he was rescued, the dolphin jumped away as if he were very happy.

He clenched his fists, and a sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body.

The old fisherman soon brought in a glass of water, and the container for it was very shabby, and it smelled bad.

Marshall frowned, did not refuse, but did not drink, just took the glass of water in his hand.

"Where is this?" Marshall's voice was very weak.

"Leviathan." The old fisherman spoke with a strong accent, but Marshall could hear it clearly.

"My friend also fell into the sea, can you go and save him?" Marshall put the glass to his mouth, and then he coughed violently a few times, and at the same time let go of his hand, causing the cup to fall to the ground, and all the water in the cup spilled.

"You look weak, I'll send you back to shore first." The old fisherman picked up the water glass, "Do you still want it?" ”

"No thanks." Marshall smiled, then sat up.

After seeing that Marshall's face was a little better than just now, the old fisherman didn't say much, took an old dress to Marshall, and then controlled his fishing boat and began to sail back.

In the rhythm of the fishing boat's slight bobbing from side to side, Marshall felt groggy and soon overwhelmed by sleepiness.

He pressed his left thumb on his middle to sober himself up a little, although it didn't have much effect, but in the current situation, it was also very good.

Then Marshall closed his right eye, which was also partially closed, and his body remained motionless, and unless he looked closely, he would have thought that he had fallen asleep. After two minutes, he closed his left eye again, and his right eye became half-closed, alternating like this, allowing himself to stay in a state of slow sleep, and he could wake up quickly as soon as there was any disturbance.

About half an hour later, Marshall noticed a pair of hands fumbling through his clothes.

"Hey, just a broken book? What do I want this for? I don't know how to read. The old fisherman's voice came to Marshall's ears, and Marshall came to his senses, but he still maintained his previous posture and did not move.

Then the old fisherman's hand reached for Marshall.

He groped Marshall's body, but found only two silver coins, which Marshall had placed on his body a long time ago, and he had almost forgotten them.

"Forget it, it's better than nothing." The old fisherman's disgusted voice came into Marshall's ears, "Forget it, you really slept to death, why are all the people who have fallen into the water so poor?" ”

Immediately afterward, Marshall felt the old fisherman hug him and was about to throw himself out of the boat.

"This book can be exchanged for ten gold coins." Marshall grabbed the edge of the ship.

"Yo, you're awake?" The old fisherman was a little surprised, but not alarmed.

Although the old fisherman told Marshall to keep the fishing boat close to the shoreline, in reality, he did not do so, but drove the boat to a more remote part of the sea, where there were basically no fishermen to come.

"Just this broken book, you can still exchange it for ten gold coins, are you an idiot for me?" The old fisherman spat on it.

"Hmph, that's why you've always been a fisherman." Marshall chuckled, although he had woken up, the physical weakness could not be compensated for in a short time. He has no weapons now, and the opponent he faces is also a fisherman who often engages in manual labor, and from what the fisherman said just now, Marshall also learned that the other party often does this kind of thing, judging from the old fisherman's method of searching for things, he is very skilled in doing this kind of thing, and the psychological burden is definitely gone.

"Really? If you don't wake up, I'll just throw you into the sea, and for now, in order to prevent others from saving you, I'd better kill you first and then throw you down. The old fisherman let go of his grip on Marshall.

"What's the hurry? Kill me and you'll have ten gold coins? If I don't tell you, this broken book will always be a broken book, and not even a single silver coin can be exchanged. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Marshall adjusted his posture, he stood up, and turned his head to look at the fisherman, who had come out of nowhere with an iron bar.

"You want to lie to me and run away? I tell you, even if you jump into the sea, you can't escape, I will chase you until you die. The old fisherman laughed wickedly.

"Look at my clothes, why should I lie to you, you just want money, and I want to live a little longer, as long as you give this manuscript to the right person, ten gold coins is only the minimum pay, and even twenty coins are not necessarily given to you, but except for that person, if you give it to the rest of the people, you will only be ridiculed by others, and ...... Maybe it might get you into trouble. Marshall looked left and right, looking for a weapon he could use now.

The old fisherman clasped his hands on his chest, as if he was thinking carefully about Marshall's words, he looked down and thought for two seconds, and then shook his head, "Forget it, I still don't want it, there was a person who lied to me like this before, I almost let him escape, you didn't drink the water I gave you just now, it looks more shrewd than that person, there must be a conspiracy here." ”

After speaking, the old fisherman held an iron rod in both hands and hit Marshall, Marshall raised his left hand to resist, the pain made his sleepiness disappear completely, but the weakness in his body was even more serious, and it was very difficult to even stand.

"Then you'll eat fish for the rest of your life!" Marshall shouted, grabbing the plank beside him and throwing it forward, but his strength was too weak to pose any threat to the old fisherman.

His words seemed to anger the old fisherman, who rushed forward, this time with an iron rod slammed straight into his head.