"I always feel like I've seen these phantoms. Yare stood wet in the middle of the deck, trying to see something in the blurred shadows.

"Could these things be ghosts too?" Charlene nervously raised her fists, carefully avoiding the phantom.

"I don't know, I've never seen a real ghost before. He spread his fingers and grabbed the head of a male phantom, passing through it without hindrance.

The young knight looked back: "But it is clear that, at least for now, they are harmless. ”

When the girl saw him walking straight forward, she hurriedly shouted, "Hey, where are you going?"

"Go to the bilge and see what might change down there. ”

"Wait for me!" she hurriedly chased. During the action, do not forget to avoid the phantom of the wild dance.

The bilge was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers, so he ripped off a hatch and lit it as a torch.

The scene here is very different from what you saw in the afternoon. The hull and hull skeleton are relatively complete, and the cabin, aft compartment, and storage compartment can be distinguished with the naked eye.

"It seems, it's still nothing. As Charlene spoke, the sole of her shoe suddenly stepped on a hardboard object.

"What is it?" she picked it up, and looked through the firelight—a hollow tube.

"It seems to be a cigarette mouthpiece. Aree reached out and took it, slipped the torch into his companion's hand, and examined it carefully.

After his eyes were stained with dragon blood, he was already able to see night as day, and the role of the torch was mainly to embolden someone who was obviously a little scared.

There seemed to be some ink at the end of the cigarette mouthpiece, and the young knight raised it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and sure enough, it was the smell of ink.

Could it be that someone has ever written with this thing? When I think of writing with this thing, I either really don't have a pen, or the situation is urgent, and I really don't have time to find it. The ship obviously sank unexpectedly, so the latter is more likely.

At this time, Yalei suddenly remembered the tattered notebook, quickly took it out of his pocket, and turned the last page.

"What are you doing?" Charlene tilted her head curiously.

He didn't answer, he wiped the cigarette on his soaked sleeve twice, and swiped it lightly according to the distribution of the ink, simulating the inclination of writing.

"Could it be that this line is ......!" the girl's eyes widened.

"It's about the same thickness, it should be right. Jarley carefully put away the cigarette holder and was about to close the notebook. Inadvertently, the handwriting could be vaguely seen on the penultimate page, and he quickly opened it:

"The relics of the predecessors tell me that salvation can only be attained by destroying the darkness in the highest places...... But it was too strong, Tal they were killed, I was badly wounded, and nothing could be done...... They didn't care about me, maybe because I was dying...... I am not afraid of death, and glory belongs to the great Majesty Eruin......"

The handwriting is somewhat sloppy, but neat, and is clearly written with a high-quality quill. In other words, at this time, the owner of the note also had a quill and had enough time to write.

"His Majesty Eruin, the first emperor, this ship is the warship of the Empire. Charlene's breathing became rapid, and her bright eyes looked at him.

"Darkness at the top?" Areley silently closed his notebook.

Relics of the Ancestors...... Imperial battleships that sank decades ago...... Could it be that the same thing was born in the Rosevia Sea a few decades ago? Before this ghost ship sank, it also ran into another ghost ship!?

In other words, from that time to the present, has no one been able to escape from this circle?

"Cycle ghost ships, maybe the Maria is next. At this time, the young knight's vertical pupils reflected the flame of the torch.

"They, are they ghosts? the darkness at the top...... The night sky?or something else, how did this guy write so vaguely?" Charlene stomped in hatred, a small opening in the floor where she stepped on it.

"In my opinion, he didn't know what the highest darkness was until he died, but he just conveyed the instructions of his predecessors to us, hoping that the next group of people would break this cycle. ”

Yalei walked towards the depths of the cabin, and his voice was empty in the cabin: "Perhaps, this is also the fate of you and me. ”

"Who wants to die with someone like you?" the girl waved her torch as her eyes widened.

"No one will die. He told his companions as well as himself.

The search continued until dawn, and the two men did not find any items of intelligence value.

The next day, as the cold morning breeze blew into the cabin, Charlene sat at the exit of the Maria's cabin with her knees crossed, gazing out at the smoky sky, her mind full of notes.

After a while, a delicious scent wafted behind her, followed by the sound of footsteps, and Arei walked up to her with a clay pot.

"What is it? Seems delicious. Her confused mind cleared for a moment, and only the smell of food remained.

"Fei Wen's treasured beef, I found it. The young knight shook the clay pot as if to show off.

"......" Charlene looked at her, but the other party deliberately didn't speak, just smiled wickedly.

In a few minutes, she finally couldn't stand it anymore, and jumped up violently, trying to snatch it with her teeth and claws, and said something in her mouth: "You thief! I will sanction you and give me the stolen goods!"

"Since it's stolen goods, I, a thief, will definitely sell the stolen goods. Yalei dodged with the clay pot.

"Give me! Give me!"

"I just don't give it!"

"Your Highness Lijialu, why are you awake!" Charlene's eyes were glazed and shocked.

"How can you ......" He turned around, his hand suddenly lightened, and when he turned his head, the girl had already twisted the clay pot.

"Say. She only tasted it, then frowned and put down the clay pot: "They haven't eaten all day, do they need ......?"

"No, you don't. Yalei shook his head, turned and walked towards the room, and said, "We must rest, everything will be over in the next few days, and the key is to recharge for the challenges ahead." ”

He was right, there were so many passengers that if you were to feed them en masse, you might not be enough for a whole day.

Thinking of this, the girl turned viciously to the clay pot, and shouted in her heart: "Destroy you!"

The fifth day of the white fog.

That night, the phantom forms gradually solidified, and they were already recognizable, and these ghostly evil creatures were inevitably related to the passengers of the Maria, because they had the same face.

The ghost ship was nearly half-new, and in contrast, the Maria was like a dying old man.

A third paragraph appeared in the notebook:

"Everyone is asleep, and in their place are their ghosts. They're taking shape, and what kind of catastrophe are we going to face next? God, Captain, he's standing ......."

At the end of this line, it was stained with blood, and it was around this time that the owner of the note was seriously injured.

"According to this notebook, the last night is tomorrow. ”

"They're ghosts. Charlene sat on the deck, numb to the ghostly phantoms walking by.

"There is no moon tonight either. Yare looked at the night sky, his hands tossing and turning his notes over and over, and suddenly his palms slammed together.

"What are you doing?" the knight glared at him disapprovingly.

"The ghost of the Maria appeared on this ship, the ghost of this ship, it should be on another ship, where did they go?"

"Who knows, maybe, still lingering at sea, maybe...... sank in some unknown corner. ”

"I hope so......" Yare closed his eyes wearily.

It is also possible that these cursed ghosts are still gathered and hidden somewhere in the world, quietly waiting for the command of the curse master.

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