The connection dropped again, and the dream was like a drama, and Crane got up from his bed and walked back to the deck.

Really, one step forward is dusk, one step back is a dream, the wind is uneven, the waves are not quiet, the boat is not stable, and the mermaid we are waiting for has not yet come.

Crane didn't pay too much attention to the mysterious queen's request, and he felt that not allowing the mysterious queen to read Russell's diary was a conscientious uncle who could protect his brother and niece.

Anderson, who had been freed from the effects of the sedative, wandered over, and when he saw that Crane was watching the mermaid again, he couldn't help but say:

"Cats are not as attached to fish as you are."

Anderson didn't have to come to Gelman to talk, mainly because there was such a companion who was silent and lacking expression, but had a prominent temperament that people couldn't ignore, and the more he didn't speak, the more Anderson wanted to talk to him.

"Stay away from me." You blackened, obscure fellow.

Crane didn't even give Anderson a look.

Anderson was about to say something more, when he suddenly felt a little darker in front of him, and his vision seemed to be suddenly clouded with a light veil, and then a sharp, piercing, headache-inducing unknown whisper sounded in his ears and in his head.

Anderson covered his ears and forced his composure, but there seemed to be a series of fiery snakes swimming under his bare skin. He saw that Gelman in front of him also had a pained expression, but there was no obvious change.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a scream that was louder than a scream.

Crane endured the pain in his head as if he was being renovated, and ran towards the sound, Anderson following closely behind.

In the shadow of the bulkhead, Heath Doyle curled up in pain, a large herring was crackling and slapping the deck, and the hair on the back of Frank's hand covering his head was visibly thick, and he also distorted his expression, anxiously looking at his companion lying on the deck:

"Hiss, has that extraordinary object failed? I, I'm going to call the captain here. ”

Gardelia walked over briskly with a frown, and she saw Heath Doyle too. His ears had become as big as his head, and his pale skin seemed to be as transparent as the red of blood, and a deep crack opened from his chin to his abdomen, and his whole body was like a broken pocket that had been opened, and the flesh and blood of his whole body were wriggling and deforming uncontrollably, as if he had lost the restriction of his skin, and was about to turn into a stream of flesh and blood.

The bright starlight flew towards Heath Doyle's body one by one, and the superimposed starlight condensed into a huge transparent amber, wrapping Heath Doyle's tattered body inside, as if trying to isolate the power of the mutation in this way, but this didn't have much effect, Heath Doyle's stream of flesh and blood kept colliding, and cracks began to appear on the amber.

A scroll suddenly appeared out of thin air in Gardelia's hand.

"Star!"

The scroll burned silently, and the amber that wrapped Heath Doyle suddenly vanished.

Everyone stared at where Heath Doyle had disappeared, resisting the effects of surround sound while nervously awaiting the outcome.

After a few seconds, the air twisted, and then there was the sound of glass shattering, and Heath Doyle's ears were twice the size of his head, and they were still growing, and from the neck down were a thick pool of liquid. …

Gadelia suddenly closed her eyes and took a heavy breath.

Crane's ears suddenly sounded with an illusory cascading prayer, and he instantly understood Gardelia's movements, she really couldn't save Heath Doyle, and thought that he was on the verge of losing control by the hidden sage's indoctrination, and the help given by Mr. Fool, although the gods may not respond to the prayer, but what if Heatherdall is lucky enough? As for the cost, let's survive and think about it.

Crane immediately returned to the cabin, ready to answer the plea, pulling Heather above the gray mist, temporarily cutting off the whisper, and treating the dead horse as a living horse doctor, who could be saved.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the lamp god who was so bored that he wiped the magic lamp, and he didn't care if this kind of behavior of wiping himself was considered a bath, he suddenly had an idea, and asked anxiously:

"Can you cut off this whisper so that Heath Doyle doesn't continue to mutate."

The lamp god raised his head, gave him a blank look, and said:

"Who do you say can't?"

Crane stepped forward a few steps, snatched the magic lamp, turned and ran, and the voice was left behind.

"Come over and help."

The lamp god looked at the meat sauce on the deck with an unhappy expression, and Crane solemnly explained to Gardelia:

"I may have a way to stop Heath Doyle's mutation, but the negative effects of extraordinary items require something from you, which can be discussed later."

Gadelia's purple eyes, hidden behind her glasses, lit up, and although she couldn't show her face at all times from whispering, her tone was obviously relaxed, and she replied, "Yes, faster." ”

Suddenly, Anderson let out a strange scream, he held his head in his hands, curled his body, crouched down, and the flames hidden under his skin flowed out of his pores like a liquid, quickly covering the skin.

The sound of Heath Doyle's screaming all this time stopped after Anderson howled, his ears no longer widening, but his eyes still closed.

Anderson gradually regained his senses, and the sudden doubling of strength caught him off guard, and he was knocked down at once, almost unable to control it, following in the footsteps of Heath Doyle, but he was not an extraordinary person in the secret prayer path after all, these whispers did make him extremely painful, jumping sideways on the edge of losing control, but he still restrained himself, as long as he didn't listen for a long time, and when the whispering disappeared, he could quickly calm down and restore his spirituality.

Heath Doyle's state was visibly recovering to the naked eye, and he opened his eyes blankly to see a group of people with frowning and bitter faces, looking at him with burning eyes.

He felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to hide into the shadows, but he realized in an instant what had happened before.

The antenna-like ears gradually shrunk, and the flesh under the neck squirmed, gradually reshaping and stretching into a human body, but for a moment and a half, it could not be fully recovered, and it still looked twisted and disgusting.

"Why...... Injured ...... It's always me! ”

Anderson gasped, gritted his teeth, his words were staccato, and illusory flames appeared on his body and head, which made Crane see the fire for the first time.

The men on the Future held out for a few more minutes before the hull left the dark mist.

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, glad that for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, those who had slightly mutated began to meditate and adjust their state.

Anderson sat on the deck with his eyes glazed over, his mouth slightly open, and he gasped for air.

Heath Doyle's appearance was mostly back to normal, but his whole person was pale like a ghost, and his lips were red like weeping blood roses, and he solemnly thanked Crane:

"Thank you!"

Then he expressed the same simple and sincere thanks to Anderson.

Gardelia asked Heath Doyle to go back to the cabin to recuperate, and then said to Crane:

"What do I have to give?"

Crane was silent for a moment, as if communicating with the golden oil lamp in his hand, and after a while he said:

"The items of the lawyer or arbitrator route, sequence six, if you don't have it now, you can wait for you to leave this sea area and get it and give it to me."

Gadelia also fell silent, she wanted to accuse the other party of blackmail, but in the end she held back, she felt that Heath Doyle was still alive, which was more important than money, but she rose up with a strong indignation: Zagelman's search for mermaids was really a loss-making deal!