cough~cough~

The sound of violent coughing sounded in the corridor one after another, as if the throat was blocked with thick phlegm, and the sound of vomiting could even be faintly heard in the end.

The door of the room with a few skewed scores hung on the back was pushed open, and a pale, wizened palm on the doorknob appeared, followed by a thin and clumsy figure, dressed in a black robe, and carrying a grayish-white flute of unknown material in the other.

Walking into the messy room, this is obviously an attic, the roof is triangular, and it seems to be at a high place, and the sound of "whirring ~" outside the window is particularly clear.

His eyes had lost focus, ignoring the music scattered on the floor, and the tables and chairs, crumbling from disrepair, walked with heavy steps to a bench with a mechanical music stand in front of it, on which there was no sheet music, empty.

"It's going to be done soon, and finally, in order to repay you for all these years...... This is a hymn to you......"

Muttering words of unknown meaning, he bent over the side of the bench and fumbled around until he found a recording conch.

The light in the room was extremely dim, partly because it was late at night, and secondly, the only window on the right side of the room was completely obscured by a brown curtain, as if to shield it from prying eyes from the outside, and for this purpose it was even nailed with wooden planks, but judging from the nails that were not arranged at all, but more like sudden, wanton nails, the people who did it really had little carpentry talent or were in a trance when doing it.

"Hmm~Hmm~"

While taking a deep breath, he began to prepare for the performance.

The moment he sat down with the flute, his eyes, which had been as if he had been blind without any focal length, instantly rose with a strange, indescribable strange brilliance, like a drooping branch caught by a man caught in a swamp, and he poured all his attention into it.

Turn on the recording conch next to your heel, then raise your hand to reach for the empty music stand and make a page turning motion.

Brush pull~

The sound of turning pages rang out in the air......

In a trance, a dark tide began to rise out of nowhere in the room, and in the shadows of the corners, blood-colored eyes opened and stared at the performer, who was doing his own thing as if he were completely unconscious.

Open your mouth against the muzzle and place your hands in a specific position.

Play and go!

......

"This song is good!"

Under the blue sky, Lu Jing and Xu Qi each pinched an apple, leaned on the side of the tide, and cheered for the old man on the deck of another fishing boat not far away, who was wearing only a short coat and playing melodious music with a flute.

Behind him, Fu Ju was cross-legged between a pile of utensils, twisting his waist from side to side from time to time to follow the sound of the flute, and on the small stool in front of him were the sand iron puppet scroll and the ancestral item that was similar to the Rubik's Cube.

Although she doesn't have the ability to control the puppet, but the ability to make it is still there, in order to thank Lu Jing for being willing to take her to action together, as a reward, she took the initiative to ask for help them make this kind of puppet, once it is completed and put on the market, it will take 5 gold leaves to start!

"Hahaha~ When you go to Qingle Island, people of my level are everywhere. ”

The old man on the other side laughed in response, bent down to pick up a lobster with seaweed tied to the tongs from the bamboo cage, took two steps back, and threw it back at the Tide.

"Housheng, this is a gift for you, just caught from the sea, try it!"

Liuli, who was squatting on the side of the boat, jumped up, easily caught the lobster, and shook the shrimp tail all over the deck, showing off the loot he had just gotten.

Lu Jing and his entourage rushed to Qingle Island from the front of Blowing Sand Island naturally not for vacation, but to go to the island's specialty store to buy Transsonic conch.

That's right, due to the harsh requirements of Transsonic Conch on breeding ground conditions and the complex biomechanical technology required in the production process, most of the Transsonic Conch in the Boundless Sea are produced by the Blue Water Conch Group headquartered in the Kingdom of Artis, and Dong Qingyue's previous statement in Huashu Island that it costs a lot of money to buy a communicator is naturally not a joke.

Even the price of the lowest-level single-line transsonic conch is around 60 silver dollars, and the price of dial-up conch is generally 1 gold leaf.

It is more than ten times more expensive than the initial listing price of Lu Jing's fruit mobile phone in his previous life, and its function is only a call function......

But who made this the only option?

Lu Jing, who had suffered a loss on Qihuang Island, chose to let Fu Ju pay the berthing fee, while he and Xu Ju walked around from the side with bags on their backs, waiting for Fu Ju to return to act together.

"Captain, we are short of food on board, the contents of the refrigerator have been eaten in the past few days, and fresh water and some repair materials need to be replenished. ”

Walking on Lu Jing's right with a notepad in his hand, as the steward of the Tide, Xu Chu had already counted the materials on the ship when he was about to arrive at Qingle Island, in addition to all kinds of sundries, he also had a request,

"I'll have to buy two pistols and special bullets, and when I get to Blown Sand Island, I'll have to fight those zombies if I can't keep them, and ordinary bullets won't be useful against them. ”

"Are there bullets on Qingle Island that can be used against zombies?"

If you really want to use this kind of thing, Lu Jing also wants to buy it.

"I mean buy large-caliber pistols and bursting bullets, no matter how invulnerable zombies are, broken hands or legs are broken, and they can't recover, you have shotguns to defend yourself, my rifle is difficult to achieve the effect of broken limbs, and I haven't tried the effect of headshots, so be prepared. ”

Maybe a headshot can directly kill zombies, but on the premise that it has not been verified, it is always right to prepare more, and Lu Jing has no opinion on this.

"Buy more bullets...... I also bought a few more guns, and taught Fu Ju how to use firearms by the way during this time. ”

Waiting for the blowing sand island, Fu Ju will definitely act with them, if you really can't take into account the situation, whether you have a gun in your hand or not may be two situations, Lu Jing looked at Fu Ju as he spoke, and found that she looked like she wanted to speak and stopped from just now, and couldn't help asking,

"Just say anything, we're in the same boat now. ”

"Ship, captain...... I want to buy some tools and materials to make iron golems, and besides, I can do a little transfiguration, as long as I have props, they won't recognize you even if they have your portrait in their hands, but these all need money......"

Those who eat and live in other people's houses have to reach out to ask for money now, Fu Ju is naturally embarrassed, but when she looks up again, there are already two more gold leaves in front of her.

"Just call me Lu Jing, you are not my crew, there is no need to call the captain, this is your activity fund, we will help you buy firearms, as for those props, Xu Chu and I don't understand, you have to pick them yourself." ”

Lu Jing looked at Fu Ju, who was a little twisted, and directly stuffed the money into her hand, and then without waiting for her to reply, he strode forward, still muttering,

"Don't be afraid to spend money, as long as the operation is successful, the money we spend here today can be repaid by the Nightmare Pirates another day!"

"Am I not a crew member yet......"

Compared to the topic of making money from the Nightmare Pirates, Fu Ju obviously cared more about what Lu Jing said earlier.

Book Reading House