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Marshall turned his head to look to the side and saw that on the other deck there were many human bodies, dressed in crew clothes, and some in casual clothes, both men and women. Judging by the posture of these humans, some of them have long since lost their lives, and now they are being placed here, just for food.

More and more fish-men gathered around them, some of them climbed onto the ghost ship from the Villefort Sea, some empty-handed, some with crew members who did not know whether they were dead or unconscious.

"Are they all stacked together? If you want to divide the meat, you must distinguish between the living crew and the dead crew, after all, these sea animals also take humans to the burning sea, and then throw them into the burning sea to torture humans. Marshall thought that at this time, his forehead was already covered with sweat, and the temperature inside the fish-man holster was very high, which was very uncomfortable.

When the fish-men on deck were almost all gathered, Paul spoke.

To Robert's ears, Paul's voice was like a myriad of purrs superimposed on top of each other, and he had no idea what the other person was meant. But in Marshall's ears, these words had a meaning.

"Almost, the harvest of this hunt is very rich, and we will immediately head to the Burning Sea to let these humans taste the taste of the burning heart!" Paul raised his hands in the air, and the crown on his head shone brightly, especially the blue jewel in the center, as if it had the power to breathe.

As Paul spoke, Marshall's eyes remained fixed on the dazzling crown.

"It's pretty......" Robert whispered, but it was more like an unconscious admiration.

When Marshall heard this, he hurriedly pushed Robert.

Just then, the fish-men were responding to Captain Paul's words, raising their hands and shouting in their mouths, "Kill all the humans, kill all the humans!" ”

"I announce, the party begins!" Amid the cheers, Paul's words were like gasoline thrown into the flames, bringing the atmosphere of the deck to a climax.

Many fish-men stood in a line of threes, their hands on their companions' shoulders, their feet beginning to beat rhythmically.

After a while, the entire deck felt a sense of vibration, as if it was going to collapse at any moment.

Among the fishmen, some of the taller, more muscular fishmen walked up to the Blue Pearl's crew, as if intending to do something about the humans.

"Keep up." Marshall whispered.

The two slowly walked towards where the crew was.

At this time, some of the fish-men took out a few boxes from the cabin of the ghost ship, and when the boxes were opened, the rich aroma of wine spread on the deck, but the dancing fish-people did not stop, but began to sing.

……

Villeforthai, Welforthai?

Our beloved?

You raised us, but you are helpless in the face of humans?

Your people want to repay you by removing these evils?

……

When Marshall heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he did not stop, he quickly came to the place where the crew was, and then pretended to learn from the rest of the fishmen, and screened the crew lying on the ground.

After grabbing the crew by the collar and grabbing the crew, these fishmen slapped them twice.

The crew that reacted was thrown aside, and the crew that did not react was thrown to the other.

"It's really a simple and crude method, if there is a reaction, it is alive, and it will be thrown into the burning sea, and if it does not react, it will be dead and eaten directly." Marshall lifted one of the crew members to his feet and slapped him twice.

However, because of the relationship between the fish and human skin on his body, his strength was not heavy.

Seeing that the crew did not react, Marshall tried to put him in the middle of the eating pile, when a hand grabbed him.

This is the fishman's hand, and he can be sure that this hand is definitely not Robert's hand, but the real fishman's hand, Marshall does not dare to move, he does not know what level of flaw will be found for the fishman.

"Do you know this human very well?" The fish-man snatched the crew from Marshall's hand, then slapped him twice, heard the crew member snort, and threw the crew member into the living pile.

"Be careful!" The fish-man said and patted Marshall on the shoulder.

Marshall's heart was in his throat, and now he didn't dare to move, let alone speak.

However, the fish-man did not seem to realize the true identity of his companion, and quickly walked away, continuing to go about his business.

"It's careless, it's just that I'm sweating all over my body now, and if I continue like this, I may collapse, so let's find a place to rest first, I saw some fishmen walking into the cabin just now, and I'll go over and have a look later." Marshall sighed inwardly and was about to leave, when he saw a man in the crew.

Second mate Kenn.

A middle-aged man who is not tall.

Marshall's image of him was average, neither good nor bad.

"He's still alive?" Marshall blinked, stepped forward and lifted Kenn up, then slapped him twice.

Ken shook his head, as if he was waking up.

"Ken?" Marshall shouted softly, but seeing that the other party was still confused, he didn't waste too much time, and threw Kenn directly into the living crew category, after all, he was now in the fish-man's lair, and the only way to be found was to die.

However, things weren't all smooth sailing, at least for Captain Paul on the ghost ship.

The Blue Pearl had completely turned black by this time, and the middle part was beginning to dissolve into the water.

What's even more strange is that at this time, the Blue Pearl seems to have an endless attraction, and the surrounding sea water is surging towards the place where the Blue Pearl is broken in the middle, which was not obvious at first, but now, this sign is very obvious, and even formed a whirlpool.

Captain Paul Octopus came to the front of deck, his tentacles resting on the railing, his bulging eyes fixed on the Blue Pearl.

Then, the whirlpool centered on the Blue Pearl began to move forward, seemingly moving towards the ghost ship.

"Father Marshall, where are you? Help me, Father Marshall, help me! ”

Jenny's voice came from afar, ethereal, as if it wasn't in this world.

"It's Jenny's voice." Robert whispered to Marshall.

"Don't talk!" Marshall replied.

At this point, all the fishmen stopped celebrating and focused on the Blue Pearl.

Paul the Octopus's tentacles stretched forward, and the blue jewel in the crown above his head began to glow dazzlingly, and then, the whirlpool centered on the Blue Pearl began to tremble, as if a force was interfering with the expansion of the whirlpool.