After the man finished speaking, he fell silent again.

There was no movement in the woods, and two duck-like "quacks" were heard in the distance, as if to mock the alert humans.

A middle-aged man with black hair dressed as a sailor jerked over behind the trunk of a tree, but the revolver slammed into the air, and all he could see was a cloak that fell to the ground and was as red as blood.

He blew a quick whistle, a code for the pirate group, representing "lurking enemy".

The middle-aged man didn't easily touch the red cloak on the ground, he just glanced at the thing, and his spiritual intuition gave birth to a bad feeling.

If the cloak appears out of nowhere, it means that it is a monster, and if it does not appear out of nowhere, it means that the enemy is still lurking nearby. There are obvious traces of people staying here, but they disappeared out of thin air?

The middle-aged man just wanted to shout a warning, but he already felt that he had lost control of his hands, and he watched his body take another step forward, throw away the gun in his hand, and lean down towards the cloak.

He wanted to scream, to warn the rest of his companions, but he couldn't control his body at all.

The moment the middle-aged man picked up the red cloak with both hands, the cloak was already covering his body.

When Pedro let out a scream, everyone else didn't hesitate and quickly pulled the trigger in the direction of the tree.

The gray-haired man at the head was extremely tall, his muscles swelled up instantly, and he directly hugged a three-meter-high tree in front of him, and threw the tree out fiercely in the gap where the gunfire was a little sluggish.

"Andrew!" Another thin, brown-haired man shouted reproachfully, in line with his previous suspicion that the other party was not hostile.

"Pedro doesn't even have a chance to escape, the enemy is not something we can easily solve, return to the ship quickly!" The gray-haired man roared.

Behind the tree, Pedro kept screaming and crying for help until the trunk was crushed by another tree that fell head-on, and the broken wood fell backwards, crushing the sound of pain at the bottom.

The pirate leaders made a decisive choice, filling the wheel with a new round of bullets and retreating, intending to leave their silent companion behind and leave the island as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, another stout pirate raised the muzzle of his freshly reloaded gun and aimed it at the gray-haired man beside him, who was also retreating.

The gray-haired man instinctively ducked down as the shot rang out, allowing him to escape, the bullet deflecting a puddle of blood from his back and burrowing into the grass next to him.

"You're crazy!?" The bear-sturdy gray-haired man swung his arms vigorously, hooked the pirate by the neck, and threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Then he saw that his men had fear in their eyes before they were knocked unconscious, and then he realized that something was wrong.

The gray-haired man's approach is not good at dealing with spiritual power, and his strongest is physical force.

So from beginning to end, he didn't catch the slightest light that broke away from the pirate and merged into the body of the reptile, and Pedro, the only one in the pirate team with psychic ability, had just fallen behind the severed tree.

There was something red wriggling behind the tree, filled with hairy sucking and flowing sounds.

"Be vigilant and leave as soon as possible, the enemy is nearby!"

The gray-haired man roared furiously, constantly turning his head in all directions, for fear that the next second the thing that had tormented Pedro and controlled his hands would pounce on his face.

However, the pirate who was knocked unconscious just now was just the beginning.

Two more shots rang out, and some people wailed because they were wounded, and even unceremoniously raised their weapons and fired several shots at their frightened companions, eliminating the wounded "traitors".

In the next part of the escape, this team of only seven or eight people in total became more and more dispersed from each other, because no one knew whether the gunshots that rang out at the next moment were from their approaching companions, and whether they were aimed at themselves.

When he noticed this, the gray-haired man roared again: "Don't be alone! Find a place to hide, but don't be left alone—"

His words stopped abruptly, his mind went blank for a moment, and his body muscles were mobilized according to the instructions of the previous moment, and he continued to push him forward two steps, and the inertia was cushioned.

The gunshot rang out, and the man's muscular body fell to his side, like a grizzly bear killed by a hunter's precise aim, the hole in his temple exposed, and the bright red of the lily spread to the ground.

There were only three other survivors left, and they ran more scattered, each running away from the others, for fear that the next moment the gunfire would be aimed at them.

The shooter was the fourth man, a thin, short-haired brown man, with horror in one eye and mild indifference in the other, and two completely different emotions on the same face, as if to give others a schizophrenic look.

But there was no one else here, and the man noticed that the gun in his right hand was raised, aimed at his temple.

How straightforward and effective deterrence, the fingers attached to the trigger are raised and fallen, like a coin in the air, and do not fall on either side of the front or back.

This hesitation lasted for a few seconds, making the man who had difficulty controlling his body feel more and more broken, and he would now rather the person lying on the ground be himself, so that he would not be subjected to such bizarre intimidation.

"I'll ask you a question, where is this place?"

The man heard such words come out of his mouth.

In the moment of regaining control of his mouth, he couldn't wait to answer the question: "Rorsted Islands!" East and Northeast! It's only half a day's flight from Nas! It's a desert island with no markers! ”

Then the man was in a trance for a moment, and then he lost his mouth again, but the gun in his right hand was also controlled and put down, clenched in his hand.

"It's up to you to be honest." The person who said this sounded in a good mood.

The man never knew that his own voice could make him so afraid.

But the person who occupied his body obviously didn't intend to give him a relief, and he could only be trapped in his body, walking step by step along the place where he had run before, gradually returning to the origin of the battle.

"What's your name?"

Usually no one would deliberately ask for the name of a dead person, unless it was to be written on a tombstone, but a man would rather have a positive idea and hope that the other person would let him go.

After gaining control of the mouth, he quickly replied, "Vika, my name is Vika!" ”

This time, the communicative invisible ghost said directly in his head, "Okay, Vika, I guess I'd better not tell you my name." You're so panicked that you'll mistake me for something to do to you, so you don't hesitate to tell you who you are. ”

At the sound of this voice, Vika's eyes were visibly frozen for a moment, because the other party sounded like a rather young lady, and her words were gentle and even smiling.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still being controlled by the other party, and had just walked past a pirate who had been knocked unconscious, Vika might have let his guard down a little because of the sound.

"You...... Are you an evil spirit? Vika asked subconsciously.

"Me? Of course I wasn't, I was just sent to this island by accident. ”

Vika gradually understood what had happened, who would have thought that there were other people on this desert island, although they were only lone wanderers, but they could not be provoked at all: "So you, you are the same as Pedro and Andrew, you are extraordinary?" ”

"yes."

Vika swallowed, trying to guess what the other party was trying to do, and then his thoughts suddenly ran out.

The voice sighed helplessly: "Alas, I don't really have any intentions, you already know what I want to do, didn't I ask you at the beginning?" ”

Vika opened her mouth in disbelief, "Just, just to ask where this is!?" You're—"

The voice was tinged with obvious displeasure: "Don't be so surprised, what would happen if I was really just an 'ordinary' lady who had no power to fight back?" ”

"We ......"

"The best-case scenario is to die at gunpoint, isn't it? Mr. Vika, I overheard your conversation while hiding behind a tree. ”

Vika slowly closed her mouth.

He knew that what the other party said was the truth, and that a person who had no strength on the sea was no different from a fish to be scaled, let alone a lady.

He is not a man with backbone, otherwise he would not have gotten mixed into a pirate ship and only promised to be a guide for the other party. After all, the pirates were a rabble, and Vika knew this well, and when they died, they died, and the friendship between them was not so much that it was worth Vika's bitterness.

Now in this situation, it is Andrew himself who treats the shark as a dolphin, and there is nothing to say.

"Where are you from? What are you doing here? ”

Afraid of making the other party unhappy, Vika quickly replied:

"There are people from all over the pirate ship, all I know is that Andrew is from the island of Sunia, and he was a mercenary before he went to sea. I boarded the ship in Rorsted, and there were quite a few people who also boarded from the islands.

"I don't know how Pedro, the guy behind the tree, knew that there was a desert island here, and they guessed that there might be some treasure hidden here......"

It's a pity that there is no treasure and no life is gone. Vika didn't know if the other two had been hunted down, and if they had returned to the ship, they would have left immediately.

Without Andrew's restraint, the group of people would not necessarily listen to the first mate, and there were several disgruntled bastards. If there is infighting on the ship, there may be a fight for control.

Esther stole some of Vika's thoughts and quickly stuffed them back, this man was not an extraordinary being, although he knew something about the occult, but most of it should have come from his companions.

In short, it would be easier to control, but Esther left him alive only because Vika had shown the slightest inclination to fight people in the previous conversation.

Whether this was due to cowardice or fear, Esther did not directly kill him.

Vika walked back to the large tree that had collapsed in the first place, the broken half of the trunk lying in front of him, and he realized that the sucking sound behind the tree was completely gone.

Only the corners of the bright red cloak are exposed, and the bottom is propped up, taking the shape of a human body half-curled.

(End of chapter)