1537 A.D. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The greatest of the seven seas, the home of all beings, the place where the stars fall, the origin of death, the sea of Telfirea, or the sea of the dead, has arrived with a new guest.

This is perhaps the most peculiar traveler in this part of the sea.

An ivory-colored model passenger ship about a foot long.

The Sea of Revenants, no, or the Seven Seas, has never had a passenger ship about a foot long sail since ancient times.

And now, this small boat, which is obviously a model and surpasses the real thing, is smoothly sailing on this black sea.

The huge waves of the black water could not capsize the boat, as if it were sailing in another dimension.

It's a ghost ship.

Legend has it that only the ghost ship piloted by Telfirea's servants could sail safely on the waters of death.

This is perhaps the most special ghost ship.

A modern cruise ship suspected to be carved in ivory.

Although it is a model, the ship does carry people.

Or rather, the captain who carried him.

Dongfang Cheng. A teenager who doesn't like boats at all.

Just because of the flickering of a **** big sister, Cheng not only emptied his wallet, but also came to this world inexplicably.

"It's so delicate! No wonder it's so heavy, I thought it was just a matter of raw materials. After getting through the initial panic and helplessness, Cheng said.

Although it is a cruise ship style, the ship model is very small after all, and the interior is also very exquisite, so there are only three floors and a total of 16 rooms outside the empty ground floor.

This includes the galley, bathroom, toilet, captain's quarters, and what appears to be a bar or ballroom that occupies the largest area on the second floor.

It's just a model after all!

Makoto, who had become one with the ship for some reason, reached out and touched the cup on the table, sighing, "It's really one with the table, it's exquisite, but it's just a model." ”

Today's Makoto doesn't look any different from the original, but it's just the appearance. The word ghost may be more expressive of his form. For though he appears to be a fully physical entity, he is able to travel anywhere on the ship, ignoring any obstacles from the model ship.

As he spoke, a trace of black silk thread appeared in front of his eyes like a wriggling worm, and Makoto not only wailed: "Again?"

If there was one thing that made Makoto most helpless after getting through the initial panic, it was that he found himself and the ship seemed to be one.

Therefore, in a certain way, the ship is equal to sincerity, and the damage to the ship is basically equivalent to the injury of sincerity.

As mentioned before, this is the Sea of Death, the realm of the god Terfirea.

Therefore, the water here is not only black and ink-like, but also rich in the smell of death. This is the force of death that has been nurturing in this world for an unknown number of years, and no other object can sail on it except Terfirea's minions, the ghost ship.

Sink into the cold of death, or transform into a ghost ship, these may be the two choices that this sea gives Makoto.

Streams of death poured out from under the ship, and then poured into Makoto's body like moths to a flame.

It was as if a person who was taking a bath in a bathhouse in his 50s was suddenly thrown into the icy water, and Makoto felt an irresistible cold air running down his skin like countless spikes, constantly burrowing into every inch of his skin, muscles, bones, spinal cord, and even the ethereal soul.

It's not so much pain as an itch, an itch that wants to crush every inch of skin, every muscle, every bone, every drop of spinal cord, every strand of soul.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything, and he didn't even have the strength to move a single point.

Although he had already experienced it twice, Makoto felt that this time it lasted longer, so long that by the time he regained consciousness, the storm outside the window that should have just begun had fallen silent.

Lying on his back on the ground, he cried out weakly, "I want to die, I want to die! Who told me how a ghost trapped in a ship should kill himself!"

Of course, no one will answer.

After venting for a while, he looked at his seemingly solid hands and sighed: "Is the dead really different from the living, if it is a living person, the pain can't be borne at all." Even if I can bear it, I won't recover as quickly as I am, right? I feel like the pain just now is slowly disappearing from my memory, aren't the ghosts all fish heads? I feel like my memory is so poor. ”

The strength slowly recovered, Makoto closed his eyes, and his consciousness covered every part of the ship almost instantly, and the places that were a little suffocating before were now completely gone.

"It's a terrible place, it feels like the part of the hull that's submerged in the water is being looked at with a malicious eye. ”

Shivering, Makoto immediately retracted his consciousness and sighed, "It's worthy of black seawater, it's like it's made of malice, it's just chilling." ”

Turning over and floating out of the hull, Makoto stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the black sea that almost looked like it was still, and exclaimed, "If it weren't for the storm, I couldn't believe that this was the sea." I just don't know if this is another world or the underworld. ”

This is the underworld of another world.

After this transformation of the breath of death, Makoto seemed to have completely merged with the ship, and he could even feel that with every breath he breathed, the hull of the ship was transforming a force of death from the seawater, and with every exhalation, a force of death spread out in all directions.

As this state continued, Makoto probably felt that the kind of transformation that had appeared three times before should not appear, and the power of death that eroded from the bottom of the ship would not accumulate on the hull at all.

It was as if a passage had been opened, and the power of death seemed to be spreading into the air through the ship and Makoto.

"It's like a converter. Makoto sighed speechlessly and said, "I feel like I've sighed more recently than I did in the previous year." ”

"Obviously, I feel that there is a lot of power to transform, but even if I concentrate all my attention, I can't intercept one ten-thousandth of it, in this dangerous world that is related to the supernatural at first glance, how can I find a sense of security without power?"

Three days later, a roar broke the calm of this dead and silent place, and Cheng Yangtian, who had worked hard for three days, yelled, scolding: "It turns out that interception is not the same as absorption! Who ****** tell me how to absorb the power of this damn gray autumn!"