"Oh? An Oriental? Barbossa lifted the brim of his hat and smiled at the pirates next to him, "Do you hear what he's saying?" It was as if he thought he had won. ”

"Hahaha!" The pirates burst out laughing.

The clouds in the sky moved slowly, and a full moon finally poked its head out from behind the clouds, and the mercury-like moonlight swayed down through the gaps between the clouds.

It swept past the Black Pearl and the Interceptor like a searchlight, and in the moonlight, the pirates suddenly lost their skins, leaving only empty skeletons, and their laughter still echoed strangely.

"It's... What is it? ”

There were exclamations of soldiers above the Dreadnought.

Some of them had seen the undead on the Isle of the Dead, but the horror of the sight of the undead was still clung to their hearts when they were revealed in the moonlight.

"Oriental, I'm curious." Barbossa pulled out a bottle of wine and gulped it down, the bright red liquid running down the spine of his neck and staining his ribs red: "How will you kill us?" ”

"Hahahaha!" The pirates laughed again, and a tall skeleton swayed and roared, "Maybe he wants to pierce our hearts... Although we don't have a heart. ”

"Or hang us on the gallows!" Another skeleton held on to his skull, and with a click, his entire spine bent over, but his mouth still opened and closed up and down: "Just like this, break our necks." ”

Their chaotic and eerie noise permeated the ears of every soldier, and the soldiers could clearly hear the clashing of their teeth trembling.

"Don... Mr. Tang! One of the soldiers dared to say, "What should I do?" They are simply the undead of hell, and there is no way we can kill them! ”

"Are you afraid of them? Soldier? Townsend didn't turn around, his tone still flat.

"I—" The soldier opened his mouth, not daring to answer, but his fear could be heard in his trembling tone.

"So, are you afraid of me?" Townsend slowly turned to face the soldier.

The moonlight that pierced through the cracks moved under the clouds, and finally streaked past the Interceptor, shining on the bow of the Dreadnought.

In the eyes of the soldiers, the handsome and decent Oriental man suddenly seemed to have experienced countless years in an instant, his delicate and youthful skin turned to ashes, and his pale and dry bones were revealed.

Bell Boom –

The flintlock pistol in the soldier's hand fell directly on the deck, and he sat on the ground with his legs limp, his ass wide, his mouth wide open, unable to speak.

"Do I look like an undead from hell?"

Tang Sen raised his hand and looked at his slender and hideous bony palm, and his mandibles opened and closed: "It's interesting, isn't it?" ”

"It's... This is the curse of Aztec gold?! William Turner asked, barely suppressing the shock in his heart.

"Obviously, Mr. Turner." Townsen's voice was as flat as usual: "I think from now on, you should start believing in the ghost stories on the sea." ”

He turned and looked down at the pirates of the Black Pearl again, "What about you?" ”

"Captain Barbossa, will my appearance satisfy your curiosity?"

The pirates' laughter came to an abrupt end.

The bottle in his hand was crushed vigorously, and the glass slag flowed down with the blood-colored liquor.

"A new Damned." His voice came from his empty mouth: "It seems that you have really arrived on the Isle of Death, and even touched the Aztec gold coins. ”

"You say that?" Townsend raised his hand, the gold coin engraved with the skull swirled among the joints, the moonlight soon wandered over his head, obscured by the clouds again, and he regained his youthful appearance, making it even more perceptible to the banter on his face: "Unfortunately, I have a box." ”

"You took them away?!" The corner of Barbossa's eyes twitched: "I'll admit, you're a little surprised by me, Oriental. ”

"But just by stealing my wealth and tainting my curse, you're foolishly trying to challenge the Black Pearl?"

"Do you think that if you don't die, it means that I can't do anything about you?"

He yelled at the pirates, "Tell him what happened to the last curser who rebelled against me?" ”

"Tied to the cannon! Sink to the bottom of the sea! ”

"That's right," Barbossa grimaced, "Oriental, this will also be your end, trapped at the bottom of the sea forever, and I believe that it will be ten thousand times more painful than any death you can imagine." ”

"You're talking about William Turner?" Mr. Turner suddenly popped up and asked eagerly.

"Bill Turner." Sparrow reminded from the side, "Very few people know the real name of the Tie King, they only know Bill the Tie King. ”

"Huh?" Barbossa's eyes turned to Mr. Turner, his pupils narrowed, "Your looks... What is your name? ”

"William Turner." Mr. Turner said, "My father... Sure enough, the crew of the Black Pearl? ”

Barbossa laughed, "Turner? Turner! ”

"Did you hear that?"

“aye！” The morale of the pirates is high: "That's right! That's the last name! Turner! ”

"Old Bill's son! We've finally found him! ”

"Our curse has been saved!"

"Ahem—" A light cough interrupted their revelry, and Townsend leaned over slightly, looking at them with a puzzled expression.

"I'm confused, what are you happy about?"

He clapped his hands, and the two naval soldiers standing next to him hurriedly lifted the stone box that had been placed aside and motioned to the pirates.

At the same time, Townsend took out a dagger and swiped it lightly on the palm of his hand, and the bright red blood stained the Aztec gold coin in his hand.

The smiles on the pirates' faces slowly froze.

"Huh? Why don't you laugh again? Townsend tilted his head and looked at the pirates: "Laugh, shouldn't you be grateful?" I am here to lift the curse that has tormented you for ten years. ”

"......" For the first time, there was a hint of panic on Barbossa's face, and he wanted to shout that the Oriental was just bluffing, but he was a smart man.

Smart people can't lie to themselves.

The gold Aztec coin that led them to it was William Turner, who was standing next to the Oriental, and Jack Sparrow, who was able to find the Isle of the Dead.

Damn it! It's all a trap! The Oriental weaves a net, and he is already in it.

"Soldiers, raise your guns!"

Townsend commanded in a calm tone, and then looked down at the pirates.

"Now, once again, I'm giving you a choice."

"Choose death, or a painful death."