Taliyah listened to the rotten and absurd ballad that seemed to never stop, and her mouth continued to cry with indignation, and the gorgeous uncontrolled golden ship floated leisurely between the waves, rising and falling, as if to accompany this wonderful and evil night towards the distance. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Above the Bilgewater Slaughter Dock, a thick rusty cable pin with a rope through the jaws of the Jackdaws and hoisting him in the air for the wild creatures on the docks to enjoy, as the pirates used to gather in the harbor of the gangs. A hooded man swept his gaze over the seventeenth gangster corpse he had seen tonight

It had been a long night for Bilgewater, at least since the death of the Pirate King, and it had been relatively peaceful, with hordes of dock rats gnawing at the feet of the corpses with blood-red fangs, and they crowded and crawled onto the stacked shrimp pots on the side, intending to eat the more tender muscles on the calves, and the hooded man kept walking forward without a wave.

"Help... Destiny ......"

The two words that had been squeezed out of his blood-filled throat fell to the ground drenched, and the hooded man turned around slowly, and reached for the weapon hanging from the wide belt with both hands. This Jackdaw gang member is not dead at the moment, and the idea of survival makes him can't help but cry for help.

The other end of the sling was pierced by thick bone nails, which the Hook Gang had smashed deep into the trusses of the crane, and the man had to tear his skull to shreds in order to get him down.

"Help... I'm ......," the Jackdaws cried out again in misery and difficulty.

The hooded man stood still, considering Jackdaw's request.

"Why?" He finally spoke, asked indifferently and spoke again: "Even if I get you down, you won't survive tomorrow morning." ”

Gou Yan begged the Jackdaws to slowly raise a hand, reach into his patched waistcoat, and grope for a gold coin from the hidden pocket, even in the dim darkness of the night, the hooded man could tell that it was genuine.

He took a few steps closer to the Jackdaws, causing a commotion and hissing threats from the rats. They weren't huge, but they didn't want to give up in the face of such a rare delicacy, and the dock rats squeezed out their long, needle-like teeth, and their saliva with bacteria smacked their black heads, and their eyes snapped to the ground.

The hooded man kicked a rat into the water and then trampled another one to death. They surged up, biting headlessly, but unable to keep up with his nimble pace. His footwork was light and smooth~ and extremely precise, killing three more in the blink of an eye. The rest of the rats fled hastily into the shadows of the corner, their blood-red eyes glinting with venom in the darkness.

The hooded man finally stood at the feet of the jackdaw. His head and face were covered under the hood, and there were almost no features to be seen, except for the hairy moonlight shining through the deep clouds, and a face that had been insulated from smiling for many years was faintly reflected in this calm and dangerous night.

"Don't resist, death is coming for you. As I say, this is the end. ”

The hooded man whispered coldly, and felt a glittering silver spike from the inside of his coat. The spike was carved with a sinuous pattern along the blade, about two palms long, and it looked like an awl commonly used by a cotner, but it was a hundred times more gorgeous than it, and his eyes indifferently pressed the spike against the jaw of the jackdaw.

The Jackdaws' eyes widened suddenly, and their hands struggled to grasp the hooded man's sleeves, tugging at them wildly. The hooded man's gaze was on the vast sea. The dark water was like a gloomy mirror, reflecting the candlelight and braziers scattered across the docks, and the shimmer of lanterns shimmered from the wreckage of thousands of wrecked ships beneath the cliffs in the distance.

"You know exactly what's lurking at the end of the horizon, and you know how terrifying the horror it can be, and you're still eating each other like mad dogs. I can't understand it! ”

The hooded man turned his head indifferently and stared at the swarm of dock rats with a ferocious gaze, his palm slapping softly and precisely against the end of the spike, the spike sinking into the jaw's jaw and straight into his head. The Jackdaws shrugged violently, then calmed down completely. The gold coin also slipped from his finger and rolled into the sea~ only stirring up a small splash.

He easily pulled out the spikes, wiped the blood from the raven's tattered coat, and tucked it into the inner sheath of his coat, and then the hooded man drew a golden needle and a silver thread that shimmered with some pure energy, and it had been soaked in the spring water of Presidian, the mountain of Navouri, on the Ionian Sea.

This process has been repeated countless times, and he skillfully carries the needle and thread, and carefully sews the eyelids and lips of the deceased. As he fiddled with the work in his hands, he muttered a spell that had been handed down to him in his previous life, originally a curse issued by a king who had been dead for many years.

"Now~ you won't be bothered by the undead!" He sewed the last stitch and said softly, then put the needle and thread into his pocket, held the two holy stone spears in his hand slightly, and said indifferently and in a low voice: "It may disappoint you, but we don't want to go in vain, there is absolutely no way~!" ”

The hooded man turned around again, reached out and lifted the hood behind his head, revealing a dark reddish-brown face, his thin chin was as straight as a knife, showing a noble temperament, and the black hair on the top of his head was tied into a braid that was close to his scalp. A pair of eyes seemed to have seen a horror that ordinary people could not imagine, and quietly examined the comer.

Six strong men, wearing blood-soaked leather aprons, thorn-tattooed arms exposed, and straining muscles. Each of them carried a toothed meat hook in his hand and several butchers' knives hanging from a belt around his waist, and since the fall of the iron-fisted tyrant of Bilgewater, all sorts of small gangs have become blatant. With the dethronement of the Pirate King, the city's large and small gangsters are facing each other, eager to expand their spheres of influence.

These people did not hide their intentions at all. They wore spike boots, a strong putrid stench of internal organs, and muttered expletives that could be spotted by anyone hundreds of meters away.

"I wouldn't mind sending an extra gold coin to the bearded lady in the sea!" One of the fattest guys in the slaughtering gang had round eyes and fierce eyes, this fat man was a little arrogant at the moment, and people couldn't help but wonder how he could condescend to do dirty and smelly slaughtering for a living, looking at the person opposite without saying anything, the barbed meat hook in his hand swayed to reveal the bloody continued: "But that old brother ~ unlucky John, it was killed by our people, it is clear ~ absolutely yes, so his gold coins should also be ours." ”

The hooded man who took off his hood looked cold and cold, like deep ice, and asked softly, "Do you want to die?" ”

"Haha~~" Hearing the sound, the fat man couldn't help laughing wildly, leaning forward and backward with laughter, the fat trembled, the cheeks and the horizontal flesh were grinding with the teeth, and the eyes were almost squeezed out of sight, and the eyes were cruel and asked: "Do you know who you are talking to?" ”

"No~, no need!"

"Good~Good!" The hooded man shook his head flatly, which made the fat man laugh again, and pointed to the meat hook in front of his companion's fierce eyes and said coldly: "Say your name, I know what to carve on your rotten grave."

"My name is Lucian." As soon as he spoke, the hooded man shook off the hem of his long coat, which was carefully forged from stone and nameless shiny metal, and even Zu An's most taboo alchemist could not say the specific composition of the twin spears suddenly shone brightly, and a burst of light pierced the fat butcher's chest, leaving only a charred hole at the edge, and the originally exaggerated beating heart was gone.

The other pistol is slightly smaller, but the workmanship is more exquisite~ The muzzle of the gun spewed out a line of scorching yellow fire, like a blade, slashing at another slaughtering gang, tearing him in half from his collarbone to his crotch.

They fled with their heads clutched like the dock rats before them, but Lucian shot his gun one by one, each ray of light going straight to the point, and in the blink of an eye, none of the six butchers were alive.

Put away the pistol again~ wrap the hem of the coat, the commotion just now will definitely attract others, and he has no time to save the souls of these dead.

Lucian sighed. He shouldn't have paid attention to the jackdaw, but maybe it was because he hadn't completely lost his former self, and a compelling memory came flooding back, and he couldn't help but shake his head: "I can't be the same anymore." ”

With a warning to himself, Lucian stepped forward and his temperament returned to indifference, but his eyes were staring straight at the distant darkness on the sea, if he wanted to kill that damn undead ~ Soul Lock Warden Hammer Stone, he was far from strong enough now!