"Grunt, grunt" bubbles swayed in the sea and floated high up. Subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab these little guys, but the palm that became dull in the water only set off a stream of water to send the bubbles to a higher place. Wait a minute, wait for me! The bubbles that are getting farther and farther away make people anxious, and they are surprised to find that it is not the bubbles that are rising faster, but that they are sinking in the water. Fortunately, this is not deep water, and there is a real feeling behind it, and it is already in the end.

I put my hands on the sand, but the water was not enough to cover the top, so I stood up smoothly, and the humid air poured into my mouth and nose. "Poof!" the instinct of the creatures on the ground drove them to inhale more gas, expelling the liquid that occupied their trachea and other cavities. I wiped the droplets of water from my eyelids and finally saw the scene in front of me.

The sky, gloomy, with a ball of shimmering dark brown light, hung in the air exuding an indescribably oppressive aura. Under this sunlight, the endless surface of the water shows an ugly color. But the strange thing is that the light and water that you see from under the water before you get out of the water are not right. Why? The ability to think seems to be gone, but I instinctively feel that something is wrong, but I can't compare and judge what is in front of me. In my ears, there was no sound, no wind, no water, nothing. Maybe it's deaf, thinking so, but there is no slightest uneasiness in my heart, deaf, deaf.

"Hum!" Just when there was no longer any expectation of sound, the tinnitus-like noise instantly detonated this silent world. Caught off guard, he was knocked down by the sound and almost fell in the water again. Covering his ears in vain, he tried in vain to resist the bombardment of the sound. I don't know how long it has been, maybe the voice has weakened, or maybe the ears have adjusted to the noise and let go of their hands. Gradually, a voice from far away could be heard in the chaotic noise, "Come close to me." ”

"Yes, great——, I'm going to you. As he spoke, he moved his steps farther and farther from the shore in that direction, letting the water gradually flow over his chin and over his lips......

"Smack!" a loud slap woke Lothar from her dream. The Earl subconsciously wanted to reach out and cover his beaten cheek, but found that he had been tied with a rope at some point. But even so, he already knew from the strength of the slap and the area of the blow who attacked him, "I said, if you hit me a few more times, my teeth will definitely fall out." But Lothar's joke could not be told after he saw the state of the webworm in front of him. He saw that the mercenary was pale, her eyes were full of tears, and she looked heartbroken. "What's going on?"

"Oh, welcome back. As for what's going on, you'd better see for yourself. Kirly's voice came from behind him, and then the Count felt his body loosen and the ropes that bound him were all undone. Lothar moved his arms and didn't feel anything unusual, but when he saw his arm by candlelight, the Count of Montenegro was completely stunned. The sleeves that originally covered his arms were torn off, revealing the strong muscles underneath, which was nothing wrong with this, even if there were more scars on these muscles, it was a symbol of Wuxun. However, the problem was the scars, and Lothar could clearly see that two black rings had somehow appeared on his arms, which began to spiral upwards from his wrists, and one spread to his big arm before stopping. At the end of the pattern, you can clearly see a pair of traces that look like small hands or claws.

"What is this?" Rao is Lothar usually bold, and he was still a little scared when he saw the strange phenomenon that happened to him, "The prank you drew on me?"

"Pranks? If anyone can play such a prank, it's probably the sea god in the mouths of fishermen and pirates. Peg's figure also appeared in Lothar's field of vision, and the little witch looked at Lothar with the eyes of something extremely filthy, the lines on his arms to be exact. Peg frowned and pulled Lothar's tattered sleeve with hay, "Is it already the big arm? ”

"Well, can you give me an idea of the current situation, Peg, shouldn't you sail on deck, and why are you tying me up, and what is this ugly tattoo on me?" the Count sat up, rubbing his head, his eyes full of confusion. His memory was still stuck in the past, and he had no memory of what happened after the first strange dream.

The two witches looked at each other, and Peg nodded in resignation, sat down in front of Lothar, and began to tell him what had happened to him in the past few days. The Count was greatly puzzled when he heard the news that he had gone mad, but this confusion was less important when he heard that the entire Damned Lady was now swept up in the tsunami. In Lothar's knowledge, even among those knights, there would be no such scene, but looking at the ice on the planks around him and the cabins that did not allow a glimmer of light, he seemed to have little room for rebuttal.

"As you say, what are these things in my hands?" Lothar shook his arm, the black marks coming to life in the candlelight.

"You've been chosen. Qili sat on the side, peeling the orange peel in her hand, and replied absentmindedly.

"Elected, what did I choose?" said Count Montenegro frowned, feeling that something strange had happened to him. Inexplicable strange dreams, amnesia, and now black marks, none of these should have happened in a normal voyage.

"I don't know. Peg shook his head and stood up, "What has been happening to you all this time has never stopped when you lose your mind. There will always be a few sailors on those ships that cross the misty seas and have something similar to you on them. They're not diseases, they're more like curses, but they're completely different from the spell system we use, and even the Great Witch can't lift them. The seafarers call it the Poseidon's Rope, and those two arms will slowly stretch down your throat, and when they choke you, you will choke to death. Both on land and at sea. This process usually takes years, but I think it may be that the hull of the ship is swallowed by the sea and you get closer to the ocean to make the disease worse, and it shouldn't have spread so quickly. ”

Lothar was stunned for a few seconds after listening to the witch's words, and then slowly spoke, "You mean I'm going to be... Dark Spot kill?" he shook his head and smiled, "That doesn't sound serious at all. And if it's a spell, I just need to hold my tomahawk," he bent down to pick up the Fool's Justice that was placed not far away, but nothing happened.

"Well, it looks like you can't help me this time. ”