The Sea of the Dead, located in the Atlantic Ocean in the Western Hemisphere, covers an area of more than 2 million square kilometers and is shrouded in gray fog all day long.

Before the end of the world, it had another well-known name - the Caribbean.

This place is full of ominousness, and when the weather is clear, it is better and quiet like a sleeping beast.

But once the wind rises and the weather is bad, all kinds of terrifying and terrifying cries will sound inside, from time to time huge black shadows flash, and even rumbling artillery fire.

The erratic gray mist was like a demon's extended tentacles, constantly churning and rolling outward, trying to pull all creatures that came close to the place into the gray mist.

As a man who aspires to dominate the sea, the one-eyed Deacon naturally knows the horror of the Sea of the Undead.

His ship arrived here more than ten days ago, and it never entered the gray fog for a single step, just waiting quietly for Yongqiang to appear on the periphery.

If Yongqiang doesn't show up for a long time, he also has a reason to leave.

After Yongqiang's commotion some time ago, many of the crew members who followed him ran away, and there were less than 300 of the 1,000 or so people left.

This has greatly weakened his strength, and he has lost his former ambitions.

The good thing is that the food is enough for the time being.

As Deacon sat on the deck, holding a glass of water, habitually staring at the gray mist world, Yongqiang's voice came from behind him: "It's really strange. The rest of the place is blue sea and blue sky, and the sun is shining, but this place is foggy, is there any explanation? ”

"You're really coming out of my back." Deacon turned his head and looked at Yongqiang with his only eye, and after confirming that Yongqiang was stronger than the last time, he quietly let go of the pistol in his other hand and snorted coldly.

"I'm afraid that a sudden biu will scare you." Yongqiang stepped forward with a smile, leaned against the railing and glanced down, "What's the matter, you have a lot fewer subordinates." ”

"It's none of your business." The corners of Deacon's eyes twitched, endured and endured, and said coldly, "There is the Sea of the Undead in front, you let me come to this place, I have come." ”

The implication is that his task has been completed, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with Yongqiang anymore.

"Don't mind, as a person with normal thinking and scientific concepts, don't you wonder how a good sea surface is shrouded in an indissolvable gray fog and remains unchanged all year round?" Yongqiang paused for a moment and proposed, "Otherwise, let's go in together and take a look to see what is inside, and if we find a treasure, we will open it." ”

"There's no treasure in there." Deacon snorted and flatly refused.

"Oh, then you say what's in there." Yongqiang said with a smile.

Seeing the serious cold light in Yongqiang's eyes, Deacon hesitated for a moment and said: "Five years ago, I had just made some name for myself at sea, and my strength was not so strong, a dead man found me and gave me a black skull, saying that if I encounter danger, as long as I break this black skull, a powerful fleet of undead will come out from the sea of the undead to help me." ”

"When you met me, you didn't break any black skulls." Yongqiang's eyes flashed, he didn't know that there was such a thing, he thought about it and said.

"Because the one who shatters the black skull will be helped by the sudden appearance of the undead fleet and get out of trouble for a while. But after death, they all have to enter the sea of the dead, and they will never be liberated. When Deacon said this, a flash of fear flashed in his always cold eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

"Eternal life and eternal liberation will not be liberated, and those who say it are so afraid." Yongqiang pretended to pat his chest and sneered, "You are also a ruthless person with a large number of junior brothers, would you believe such unreliable rumors?" If there were undead in this world, humanity would not have perished because the flood flooded the land. ”

"Whether it's reliable or not, you'll know when you go in." Deacon didn't care about Yongqiang's taunts.

"Okay, I'll take a look. If there is a treasure, you will not have a share. "Yongqiang came here to enter the Sea of the Undead.

"It's all yours, I don't want any of them."

Hearing that Yongqiang would not force him to enter the Sea of the Undead, Deacon immediately said, and happily presented a small boat.

"I think you should have a jet ski." Yongqiang glanced at the small boat with only two oars in disgust and asked.

"Enter the Sea of the Dead, you won't want to make a sound." Deacon replied.

"Okay. This reason can. Yongqiang jumped lightly and landed accurately in the center of the boat, the boat did not move at all, and there was not even a rippling splash.

He asked Deacon for a few cans, put them in his backpack, tied them up again, and beckoned to Deacon, "Are you sure you don't enter?" Look at you are not very old, why are you lifeless, without a little enthusiasm and momentum that belongs to young people? ”

When Deacon heard this, he snorted coldly and left the side of the ship without looking back.

"This is the reason why the weak are the weak, the real warriors are all men who dare to gallop across the sea." Yongqiang sighed, shook his oars, and the boat silently headed towards the gray fog area ahead.

A few minutes later, Yongqiang entered the gray mist.

The mist stuck to his cheeks and hair, and the temperature dropped sharply by more than ten degrees. In the fog, the view is unobstructed, and you can see far away, even outside.

"I knew to wear an extra piece of clothing. The sun was shining, but it was as cold as a winter night. Yongqiang raised his head as he spoke, and when he saw the bleak and pale sky, he was suddenly stunned, and then showed a playful smile, "It's really night." But what about the two moons? ”

I saw that in the gray mist, above his head, the clear sky with blue sky and white clouds was gone, and the sun was gone, but there were two more bright moons, one large and one small.

The gray night sky was starless, and there was a deep white near the moon, which was close to each other.

Beneath the boat, the sparkling waters shimmered in the moonlight, shimmering with icy silver light.

Yongqiang's rowing speed is not fast, and this place seems to have no borders, no matter where he goes, it is turquoise and deep water.

He was not worried, he followed his perception, approached in the direction where the evil aura was the strongest, took out the can from his backpack and ate a little when he was hungry, and slept for a while when he was sleepy.

During this time, there were no strange things, or any undead or sea beast attacks, and everything was peaceful.

Finally, after paddling in the sea of the dead for two days and two nights, when he reached the place where the evil aura was at its strongest, a hint came to Yongqiang's mind: There is the aura of the chaotic camp nearby, please be careful.

Yongqiang looked at this information, blinked, and vaguely remembered that after he joined the Orderly camp, he seemed to have obtained such an ability called chaotic positioning, and he could perceive people in the chaotic camp within thirty kilometers of the hidden origin.

But—

"That's too frustrating. This ability didn't do much for me, but allowed the enemy to spot me in time. And why didn't I have a similar hint when dealing with the Hidden Annihilation Squad and the Chaos Demon? Yongqiang complained about the ability to locate chaos.

Not afraid, nor worried, he continued to slide forward.

Every three hours, the Chaos Location Ability would alert him to the existence of people from the Chaos camp nearby, and also leaked his information in disguise.

Yongqiang continued to slide the boat, it seemed that because he was close to the destination, something finally appeared on the sea of the undead that was different from the beginning.

In the gray mist, there was a very rhythmic and majestic singing.

Ah~Ah~Ah! Yes! Yes!

We are cold-blooded;

We burn, kill, loot, and live forever;

Yo ~ Yo ~ Roar! Roar! Roar!

Salute to the powerful, also rising from the abyss;

Raise the tattered sails and create countless legends.

Oh~Oh~Ha! Ha! Ha!

We sail to the endless ocean......

Yongqiang listened attentively and felt that this sudden pirate declaration-like song was quite emotional, and people couldn't help but want to burn and loot.

Someone who can compose such a song is definitely a talent.

It's a pity that the song only appeared once and didn't sound again.

After paddling on the sea for more than five hours, Yongqiang finally arrived at the destination of this trip, a huge island that was gloomy and dark, like an old turtle.

With good eyesight, Yongqiang can not only see the silver-white sand, rows of coconut trees, hovering seagulls, and stranded seaboats, but also an old man in a gray robe with gray and dry hair, swinging a shovel and digging something on the beach.

At the base of a coconut tree beside him lay a human soldier wearing a camouflage cap, a special combat suit, and a firearm.

Several coconut crabs emerged from the sand holes and rustled onto the feet of the special operations soldier, one of whom pinched his fingers curiously.

The special soldiers did not move.

Because, he's dead.

His face still had a panicked expression on his face before he died, and his bloodshot eyes were full of indescribable fear.

It was as if before he died, he saw great horror.

The corpses of many more human soldiers were scattered in the bushes in the distance, some covered with white sand for most of their bodies, and some of them were simply partially left.

……

Yongqiang slowly slid the boat and reached the shore.

He jumped down, dragged the boat to the beach, tied it to a dark stone, and first glanced at the scenery around the island with great interest, and then walked unhurriedly to the black-robed old man.

It was an old man of no age, with sparse gray hair and a cold and gloomy face. The left eye is the same as Deacon, with a pitch-black blindfold, and the right eye, which belongs to the white of the eye, is pitch black, and the place that belongs to the pupil is like a glass ball, flashing with a strange light.

He wore a somewhat tattered black robe, embroidered with a spider at the back hem, black gloves and sleeves tightly attached, and no extra skin was exposed except for an old and cold face.