Chapter 427: The Black Hand

Han Wenshan was overjoyed, "Good virtuous nephew, see me cooperate with you and teach this girl a lesson!"

In an instant, the defensive runes around Hanwen Mountain's body dissipated, and a dark blue flame condensed in his palm, swaying and drifting towards Murphy.

My attack is about to collide with Murphy, and if anyone catches the trick in the middle, he will be slashed for a split second.

While unable to move, the faint blue flames condensed from Hanwen Mountain were already unavoidable.

At the last moment, I used my left hand to throw out the golden light spell that I had prepared in advance.

Buzz –

The golden light spell collided with the dark blue flames in one place, and although it could not resist it, it blocked the trajectory of its attack.

At the same time, Murphy and I changed the direction of our offensive at the same time, and the blade of the sword was pointed directly at the throat of Hanwen Mountain.

Poof—

A sword sliced through its throat with ease, sliding it downward, slicing it into a cloud of smoke.

"Ahh

The screams suddenly rang out, and Hanwen Mountain, which was floating in the void, quickly all burrowed into the basement.

At the same time, the door slammed shut.

I heard him shouting sharply inside, "Zhuge Qianlong, you little bastard dare to calculate me!"

Murphy sneered, "We're people who have lived and died side by side, and you can't even see through this little trick?"

An old monster in Hanwen Mountain who has lived for at least a few hundred years, it stands to reason that it will not be so easy, and he was tricked by me and Murphy.

But Cheng also Xiao He defeated Xiao He, Han Wenshan lived for too long, mastered too many conspiracy rules, and thought that he understood people's hearts, so he tried to negotiate with me with absolute interests.

The longer he lived, the less he understood.

Many things in this world are not as simple as one plus one equals two.

There are many things that are meaningless in the eyes of the refined self-interested, but they are held on to by many people.

Han Wenshan shrank into Wang Ba's shell again, and I shouted inside, "Aren't you afraid, I'll dismantle this broken ship, let's swim back together?"

Inside the door, Han Wenshan said sarcastically: "Boy, if you have this ability, you can dismantle it at will."

"Fifty or so bait, the power of life has been firmly bound to this ship, if you forcibly destroy it, these ownerless and lonely souls will be wiped out."

After speaking, Han Wenshan lost his voice.

No matter how much I shouted in the direction of the door, they didn't make the slightest move.

Murphy and I sat on the deck panting, swallowing the elixir to restore the energy in our bodies.

Murphy looked at me blankly, "Hidden Dragon, even if we release these lonely souls now, we can only go beyond it."

"Forcibly destroying ships can easily injure their lives."

"Otherwise, let's wait for the shore?"

"When the time comes, first surpass the undead, and then kill Hanwen Mountain to take revenge?"

I shook my head and whispered, "The whole ship is powered by the energy of the undead, and the moment it docks on the mainland, the undead will disappear due to the disappearance of their souls."

"Even if we swim back, we'll have to overkill these people!"

"Otherwise, the five decays of heaven and man may be removed, and this matter may become a demon in my heart for the rest of my life!"

Hanwenshan is like a shrunken turtle, hiding in the basement and not coming out, I don't have any way.

After trying to attack the gate for a while, we found that it was in vain, so we had to go back to the third floor deck and rest until we had enough energy to seek a breakthrough.

Murphy sat down cross-legged, clutching the spirit stone in his hand to restore energy.

I lost my strength and energy, and I curled up at the head of the bed out of breath, and fell asleep again.

Since the last time I left the Isle of the Dead, my mental head has not been good.

As for whether it was a ghost from Hanwen Mountain, it is unknown.

In a daze, I had a strange dream again.

I dreamed that the door opened, and a ball of flowers popped up and fell right on my arm.

"Giggle—"

Outside the door, a little girl's snickering was heard.

I picked up the ball on the ground, followed the direction of laughter, and went out the door to see a cute little girl in a white dress with pigtails and grimacing at me.

"Big brother is a lazy worm, and he sleeps lazy during the day."

With that, the girl ran in the direction of the corridor.

"Hey, don't fall!"

I subconsciously chased after it, chased all the way down the stairs, and pushed open the dark and narrow door of the basement.

The girl was standing in the middle of the basement and suddenly turned to look at me.

Let's do it—

The ball fell out of my hand and returned to the girl's feet.

In the dream, I forgot where I was, and even more forgot my purpose, and looked around blankly.

In a long and dark basement of about 100 square meters, there are some wooden boxes, pickaxes and other tools, and at the end there is a staircase with handrails, extending to the place where the black hole cannot be seen.

The girl picked up the ball, smiled and stared at me with eyes like dead fish.

I was stared at all over, and subconsciously squeezed out a smile, "Little sister, where are you from?" Why are you on board?"