The shadow that followed Annan seemed to have no malice, like a forest tree spirit surrounding him.

The Scorched Girl and the Shadow obviously wouldn't answer Annan's question, so he had to continue looking for the boat in the bottle first...... Skeletrons are watching from the shore, and they will do it if they get into trouble.

Annan let go of his grip on the edge of the ship and swam again to the wreck with two shadows.

There was no boat in a bottle in the captain's room, and Annan had to expand the scope to cover the entire ship. No one knows where everything washed away when the Sphinx sank, and the rich could have been crammed into the last class in order to escape.

Let's start with first class.

The detriths drifting at the bottom of the lake were brought into the suite by Annan. The mottled muddy oil paintings, the crumbling sofas, seem to have been forgotten here for years.

If Annan's remake of "The Fall of the Mage Tower" follows the setting of a shipwreck, he may be deeply touched here.

Speaking of which, the Sphinx is still the property of the Sphinx family, and the Sphinx family is the family that stole Lao Fei's jade essence.

Lao Fei has been sent back to the necropolis by Skeletron, and I don't know if I have seen my ancestor.

After a brief spin in the first suite, Annan swam into the second suite when the lake was muddy, sped up in the third, and finally swam back to the lake to breathe after the fourth suite.

Whoop -

Annan emerged from the water and regained his strength as he lay on the side of the boat.

He envied the warriors again...... Elite warriors don't say tired, let him dismantle the ship and it's fine.

That doesn't work...... It's like shouting at a monster in the lake, "I'm looking for your body...... And breathing underwater can last up to ten minutes.

Either wait another day and ask tomorrow which room the Evil Spirit Chess "Ship in a Bottle" is in the wreck, or ......

Annan's gaze fell on the strange shadow that still haunted him.

It's a local monster...... What should I know?

Annan took out the inkwell in the magic ring and opened it, and traced the outline of the ship in the bottle with his hand on the wall of the boat.

"Have you seen it?" Annan asked the shadow elves.

The haunting of the shadow elves has become much more active.

"Can you take us there?" Annan asked again.

The shadow elf circled around him, and suddenly swam into the depths of the lake.

"Let's follow!"

Annan plunged into the water, the silhouette of the wreck looming in the darkness, as if it were sleeping. He followed the shadow elf like a black ribbon as he approached the wreck, but instead of entering the cabin through the deck, he entered through a hole in the side of the ship.

The hole, once the location of the last class, was torn apart by the tentacles of the Shadow, and half buried in the low mound-like sand

The shadow elves that had crept in floated on a patch of mud and sand that didn't look special.

Annan guessed what the shadow elf meant, approached it, and used his hands to pick up the mud and sand.

As the mud and sand touched, an unsettling chill suddenly approached from the distant waters.

"Block it!"

Annan, who realizes that the monster in the lake is rushing back, purrs a string of bubbles.

The Scorched Girl and the Shadow Elves couldn't hold out for long...... Annan sped to peel through the mud and sand, and at some point, his fingertips touched a smooth hard object.

A strong cold suddenly erupted outside the hole, and Annan ignored the incoming undercurrent and pulled out the boat in a bottle buried in the mud and sand.

Dust slid down the bottle like a waterfall, and Annan, who was shrouded in dust, suddenly changed in front of his eyes.

"Annan, are you back?"

Seagulls hovered in the sunny Freeport, and Olmedo stood in the harbor to greet the returning Annan.

"Give it to me......" she held out her hand to Annan.

The sun on his body dispelled the cold at the bottom of the lake, but Annan just looked at him: "Do you think I will believe it?" ”

"I don't understand what you mean......" "Olmedo" said innocently.

"I mean......" Annan lowered his head, the bottle in his arms turned into Lily's appearance, "I was at the bottom of Swan Lake a second ago, but now I'm home...... How can it be? ”

The scenery in front of you is like a freshly painted oil painting immersed in the water of a lake, melting and distorting, intertwined......

"Are you awake?"

A new vision emerged, and Annan was lying on his hospital bed, surrounded by the people of Liberty City.

Before Annan could say anything, Ingrid couldn't wait to say: "You were injured in our war with the Mad Dog Grand Duke and fell unconscious, Dean Brehim said that he would dream many strange dreams, and now you wake up......"

"That's what I said." Dean Brehim, who was standing aside, echoed.

Annan smiled at the lame vision, and it seemed that the boat in the bottle was really in a hurry.

"Give it up."

Annan shook his head, ready to smash the bottle boat in his arms. When he raised his fist—

"Why ......"

A childish whisper rang out.

Cobweb-like cracks spread across the solidified space, revealing pitch black space as it shattered, and a crying little boy.

"Why do you want to kill me......"

A bedroom appeared next to the sad and weeping little boy.

It was the scene of him being used as a confinement by the nobles, locked in a cage in his bedroom for fun.

Annan's smile faded.

The scene changes, the street outside is full of screams, the nobleman escapes to the Sphinx with the birdcage where the little boy is imprisoned, and then when the accident comes, the nobleman runs away, and the little boy trapped in the birdcage stretches out his thin arm from the birdcage, clutches the floating boat in the bottle, and drowns in pain.

"If it weren't for watching Boumi and Old Dahl die in front of me, maybe I could have shown you some mercy...... But that's not why you, as a victim, are harming others. ”

Annan squatted down and gently stroked the boy's head: "All the wicked have to pay, so I can only promise you...... I will find the one who hurt you. ”

The boy's sadness faded away, and he stared at Annan quietly.

Annan raised his hand and smashed it into the bottle boat in his arms.

"Don't be a bad guy in the next life."

Smack-

With a dull cracking sound, the illusion and the little boy vanished, and Annan returned to the dusty cabin.

The lake poured into the broken corner of the bottle, and the buoyancy caused the old boat to stick out of the hole like an outstretched hand......

The Scorched Maiden and the Shadow Elves seem to be fine. Annan continued to dig up the mud and sand and found the buried bird cage and the young skeleton in the cage.

Annan temporarily returned to the lake to breathe, then returned to the cabin, dug the "caged finch" out of the mud and sand, and returned to the lake with less than two or three minutes left to breathe underwater.

He held the boat in the bottle that poured out of the lake, and the strange shadow was cast on the surface of the lake, and the "caged finch" was placed in front of him, and he returned to the shore accompanied by the shadow elves in the lake.

"That's a sad story...... Leave its bones to me. Skeletron, who saw everything through the drawing board, said.

"Hmm."

Annan's eyes were taken away from the boat that had been dragged ashore by the head of a candle.

Now it's just time to bring the boat in a bottle to the princess.

(End of chapter)