Jeffrey was forced to wash the disgusting sauce from his body in the darkness of the night.

But maybe it's psychological, no matter how he washes it, he still feels that there is still a smell on his body.

This is not only the destruction of the sense of smell, but also the damage to the mind!

He put on his clothes with a whisper of curses as he walked back with wet footprints.

Suddenly, a voice seemed to be heard in his ears.

Unlike the previous headache-inducing sound of scales grinding against each other, some of the shrill sound of the waves is more ethereal and melodious, like a strong and powerful current that is difficult to see beneath the surface of the sea.

For a moment, this sound gave Jeffrey the illusion that he was like a small fish caught in the current.

But soon, a heartfelt irritability arises, breaking the peace that does not belong to him.

Irritability, confusion, the world in front of me is staggering, everything seems to be falling in different directions......

Jeffrey stared blankly at the scene, then bit the tip of his tongue sharply.

He quickly recovered from his momentary distraction, and then watched as the dark red particles that had drifted from his body gradually dissipated.

The originally relaxed expression gradually became solemn.

Emptiness of the Spirit...... Destroyed!

The mental suggestion used by the Fallen Brotherhood to maintain emotional stability is independent of most psychic attacks, and even many hallucinatory techniques are difficult to break through.

Brotherhood hunters were able to sustain themselves.

But the moment I heard that strange sound, the void spirit automatically failed.

No, it can't be said that the spirit of emptiness automatically fails.

It was Jeffrey himself who relaxed in an instant and gave himself over to the voice, so the empty spirit would lose his spiritual maintenance and automatically fail.

That's impossible.

He thought so subconsciously.

But it didn't make sense, he didn't even know when he had mastered this empty spirit, and he couldn't even believe that it would not be bypassed.

And it doesn't matter anymore whether he believes it or not.

Jeffrey broke away from the shock and immediately tried to find the source of the sound.

But just like when he first saw a sea monster on the sea, those voices seemed to appear directly in his head, and he couldn't see anything he could see.

Uneasiness gripped him, and Jeffrey hastened his pace towards the residence.

At this moment, he saw what the aborigines of the island seemed to be doing.

At night, a few scattered villagers were dragging something in the faint light of the fire, talking in low voices, and finally carrying the dragged thing towards the jungle behind the village.

Is that......

Jeffrey's mind was still a little dazed because of the shock just now, but as a Brotherhood hunter, he still reacted immediately to what those things were.

"Corpses." Jeffrey mentally confirmed.

It was clearly a human corpse.

Living in the Sunken Sky Islands, he could be said to be very familiar with this kind of thing.

The question is, where did the corpses come from?

Jeffrey subconsciously looked in the direction of their Volcano crew's residence.

In the middle of the night, the island villagers, who seemed to be quite enthusiastic during the day, suddenly began to secretly haul corpses from nowhere, and the sense of déjà vu behind this was too easy for Jeffrey to hallucinate on all kinds of bad sets.

At this moment, he faintly heard the sound of blades clashing in the distance, and he immediately sneaked over.

Then I saw the short, strong man who had come to test Roshi's tone earlier, and he was being besieged by several villagers!

The villagers seemed well-trained, light on their feet, often at tricky angles, and the man was supposed to be a good hand, but he was suppressed by a few men.

Seeing this scene, Jeffrey immediately understood that these "villagers" were definitely not related to normal.

And the more shocking is yet to come.

Although the strong man was wounded, his movements did not lag, and even because of the danger moment, there was a tendency to become more and more courageous, the war knife in his hand kept dancing, and the attacks that approached from any angle around him bounced off one by one.

"I'll just say that Ailantu doesn't look right, who are you? Why the invasion of this village! The man forced the people around him back, and the two sides fell into a brief stalemate, and the man took the opportunity to shout.

The "villagers" did not mean to answer anything, but began to pray one after another, and at the same time cut their flesh with sharp objects, and blood flowed out.

The prayers were continuous, and under their inducement, the blood burned directly, and the bright yellow flames were mixed with black impurities, carrying ominous meanings.

"False god fire! You are false gods! The man's eyes widened at him, which he had been glaring all the time.

The prayer stopped abruptly, and the flames turned into long whips and whipped towards the man.

The man gritted his teeth, took out a small blood vial from his arms, unscrewed the cap and sprinkled it all on his sword.

Moist water vapor appeared from the hilt, and at the same time, strange scales appeared on the blade, and the originally delicate war knife suddenly became strange.

The sword slashed rapidly, and the deep blue water vapor drew a brilliant trajectory in the dark night, intertwined with the fire whip.

Tick.

Jeffrey was continuing to watch, when he suddenly felt movement behind him, and directly dodged the stab of a spear directly sideways.

He was discovered!

"Guest, it's not a good boy to not sleep so late." The "villager" with the spear in front of him was taller and less dull than the average villager, and even had the heart to greet Jeffrey if he missed the shot.

Jeffrey had an impression of the big man, who was helping the rest of the village in the morning with his slender and powerful limbs, but his face was really ugly.

"I still prefer your honest appearance during the day." Jeffrey stepped back, his hands subconsciously digging into the void, and realized that he didn't carry a firearm in this script.

But he didn't carry that clothes pole with him, because walking behind his back would only make it more eye-catching.

The opponent's spear suddenly stabbed again, and Jeffrey waved his hand and tried to slap it away.

Boom!

The spear is successfully deflected.

Jeffrey was overjoyed, the other party looked scary, but fortunately, this body was able to reach a very good level after being blessed with his etheric energy.

Even if it's a bit shabby compared to the blessing of his ability, it's good that the strength is enough.

Jeffrey went back and forth with his bare hands and spears in hand.

The other party turned out to be well-trained, and he was surprised by Jeffrey's quality at first, but soon became serious, and Jeffrey couldn't take advantage of it all of a sudden.

Jeffrey was looking for an opportunity, but the ugly man in front of him didn't intend to delay.

As he began to pray, the other man jumped to his feet, his tall figure flipping vigorously in the air, and the spear flew out.

Sting!

I didn't see bloodletting, but the opponent's spear still ignited that ominous flame in the process of piercing!

In an instant, both the physical impact and the special level of lethality are rising, and they are invincible!

Jeffrey reached out and lifted it up quickly.

The ugly man who had been moving smoothly forcibly ended his smooth posture, and the whole person suddenly rose until he hit the thick branch, and the whole person lay on the branch, and he couldn't figure out the current situation all of a sudden.

The flames on the spear set the leaves on fire, and in an instant the whole tree was on fire.

And the other trees connected to this tree, and even the woods, began to burn in their entirety.

Geoffrey looked at this scene, and immediately turned around and ran away, he had no intention of fighting, and now finding a large army is the right way!

He had only just walked a few steps when he saw a building explode on the spot, and many "villagers" flew out upside down, all with different wounds on their bodies, and all of them were blurred with flesh and blood.

The inside of the building was also burning, and the figure who walked out of it, holding the "long stick" in his backhand, walked slowly with his back to the flames, and those evil and ominous flames became his foil at this moment.

In this atmosphere, Jeffrey couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"What are you doing in a daze? Do you want me to send you a weapon? Then he heard the familiar gruff voice, and Jeffrey reacted.

Isn't this Mr. the second pair of clothes poles!

That mighty "long stick" is a clothes pole!

Before the other party came to Jeffrey, he casually conjured a clothes pole and handed it to Jeffrey.

"Second Officer, can you mass-produce this kind of good weapon casually?" Jeffrey subconsciously asked the question in his mind.

"If you make it casually, you can only conjure up a clothes pole at the same level as my femur, but give me some raw materials to process it a little, and I can make better ones, such as the two in your hands, which are made from the remains of the sea master killed by the captain at the beginning. Just giving you a try! But also cherish it! “

Jeffrey nodded with mixed feelings.

He was just thinking.

This clothespole can almost beat a considerable number of the armed people he knows.

Although it may be lacking in special functionality.

But it's just a clothesstick!

(End of chapter)