"Tree of Flesh!"

"It's the blood general!"

The captain and first mate took the lead in panicking, completely unable to organize the crew's resistance.

"It's over, it's over, I knew we couldn't be so smooth."

As the fat pharmacist paced back and forth in the room, the owl flapped its wings and shouted:

"I can fly, then I'll go first."

Crane stood silently in front of the window, a hint of worry rising in his heart.

If he is one-on-one with the blood general Señor, Klein thinks to himself, whether it is a resentful soul or a living corpse, he will be restrained by the power of the Sun Realm to a certain extent, coupled with the cooperation of the other abilities of the glove, Crane believes that he can win the battle.

However, Señor came directly with a boatload of extraordinary people to fight together, and Klein judged that he should have no problem finding an opportunity to escape, but he could not care about Roy's master and apprentice and the passengers of this ship.

Crane sighed inwardly, considering whether to go back to the room immediately, go to the gray mist and directly use the Neptune's Scepter to create wind and waves, overturn the Tree of Flesh, and send Señor to the bottom of the sea to fish, but he doubted that the ghost ships had the ability to effectively protect the hull in a storm.

Crane thought about it and decided that he might as well try to ask the magic lamp to protect the ship first, and whatever price he offered, he could consider accepting it.

The blood-red ship approached quickly, and soon joined the passenger ship, wearing an old tricorne, with sunken eye sockets, and a pale face on the blood, and walked slowly to the passenger ship surrounded by many extraordinary men.

A man with no distinction stepped forward in a few steps, lifted the captain over, and then asked in a loud voice:

"Are these two men on your boat?"

As he spoke, he unfolded two portraits, one was a chubby man in his forties, and the other was a man in his twenties who wore glasses and was polite.

The captain looked at the portrait with a shudder, thought hard for a moment with his already numb mind, and said intermittently in a trembling voice:

"This, the fat one, in, on, on the boat."

Señol turned his head to look at a man in his forties, emaciated, and with a gloomy temperament, and said:

"Didn't you say that Roy King would definitely go to that pharmacist when he got out of trouble? How can there be only one person? That thing? ”

"Hmph, Roy King is good at disguise, he should be dressed up as something else to secretly protect his students, and the thing must be on Roy King."

Señol raised his eyebrows, did not answer, and then commanded his subordinates in a deep voice:

"Let them gather all the passengers on deck, get that pharmacist out, and tell Roy King to come out himself."

Klein walked out of the room alone and saw a group of Seigor people from a distance, several of whom walked to the cabin and shouted, "Get out!" Two of them are a little familiar, and they should have seen the portrait on the bounty.

Crane glanced sideways at the lamp god who was tossing the dice up and down, thinking about how to speak.

Seeing that the lamp god suddenly turned up, the corners of his mouth showed a malicious smile, and then Klein felt that an invisible barrier had risen from the entire passenger ship, and the unspeakable power inside the barrier surged, and as far as the eye could see, the items on the ship and most of the people appeared illusory and blurred.

Everyone's movements were interrupted by a sudden accident, and Señor looked around vigilantly.

It's not strange to suddenly encounter something incomprehensible on the sea, sometimes it means terrible danger, and sometimes there are countless treasures underneath the terror.

"Haha, welcome to the original call, a role-playing game with elements of mystery and horror."

"I'm your host, so I'm going to introduce the rules."

"Since some of you didn't graduate from elementary school or are simply illiterate, I've kindly simplified the rules."

"You have stumbled upon a ghost ship that was once famous in the world, and it is up to you to solve the mystery of the death of the ghost ship's owner."

"For every action, everyone needs to make a judgment, the judgment is passed, the action period is one minute, the ability can be used freely, the judgment fails, the attack is not allowed, the action period is over, everyone needs to give an inference based on the current scenario, and then start the next round of judgment until someone speculates the mystery."

"Extraordinary, you are all the chosen ones, and now I announce that the game begins!"

In Seigor's perception, the entire passenger ship suddenly changed its appearance, the crowded passengers suddenly disappeared, the black covered the color of the logs, the three masts grew out strangely, and the black flag waved in the wind.

"Black Emperor!"

One of Señor's men screamed.

A horrific pile of flesh and blood appeared on the ground in front of him, surrounded by traces of viscous liquid crawling, and clumps of ash that I didn't know what they were.

Before they could make the next move, a milky white dice appeared in front of them.

"It's supposed to be the seal!"

The original life school defector who joined the Rose School, the gloomy man spoke in horror.

"Please make the first judgment."

"The seal of the School of Life has suddenly been activated?"

Señor looked hideous and gritted his teeth.

"What is it capable of? What are the negative effects? How to seal? ”

"I, I don't know, I just know it's very important."

"If you were my crew, now you're hanging from the mast with your own intestines."

Señol motioned for a "sailor" to come forward and pick up the floating dice as requested.

Pale blue scales appeared under the surface of the sailor's skin, and he grabbed the dice.

"Warning, no use of extraordinary abilities, first foul, deprivation of ability during the judgment period."

The ubiquitous voice sounded in time, looking lazy.

The pale blue of the brave sailor's skin faded and returned to a rough, dark complexion.

The milky white dice were thrown high, and it tossed upwards in the air for N and a half weeks and turned M for a while, and with the same difficulty of spinning and falling, it stopped steadily in front of the sailor.

Bright red 1 point.

"Judgment failed, no attack during the event."

Señol looked at the dice that had already moved and floated in front of the next man, and said to the sailor: "Attack that fat man." ”

Without the cover of ordinary people and the original house, Klein and the three birds were all exposed, and they confronted Seignor's group from afar, if the current scene was not too weird, Crane would have fired the first shot of armed struggle.

The sailor obeyed the order and rushed to the fat pharmacist who was looking left and right trying to find a hidden place to hide.

"Goo-goo!"

Harry the Owl was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

"Bang!"

The sound of fists colliding with flesh shook the body of the fat pharmacist who was trembling with fright.

The sailor's burly body rose slowly, his limbs drooped, his head was crooked, his tibia seemed to have been broken, and he was hanged by an invisible rope.

Seigno's face became solemn, he looked at where the dice were, and ordered:

"Do as you are told."

The subordinates nodded hurriedly and threw the dice.

"Congratulations, it's passed."