The gurgling bubbles rose on the surface of the lake, small black dots gradually expanded, the straight mast was the first to tear open the water, and the tentacled pirate flag fluttered slightly in the dark green light curtain.

The icy waters fell from the dark green light curtain and returned to the dark and deep sea, and the Terror Ghost was like a woman who was about to bathe in the lake, slowly approaching the shore and gently shedding her dark green clothes.

A rotten springboard creaked up like a bony hand poking out to the shore and plunging into the sand covered with glowing gravel.

The glowing rubble contrasts with the rock formations and stalactites at the top of the cave, and it is they that shine on the surface of the lake, like the stars in the night.

David Jones' barnacle-stained black boots stepped on the glowing gravel and crushed it, quite his feet.

What is this place?

He followed the winding path up the rocky cliffs, and at a glance he saw huge stacks of bricks, covered with green moss.

The large stone brick walls were inlaid with small openings, on which a little of the ashes of the torch burned.

Beneath the entrance of the torch cave was the skeleton of a behemoth monster at least several kilometers long, with a triangular tip and a section of bones behind it, like a great sword that even the giants could not wield.

"This is the bones of a whale species, a sea king." Hachi squatted aside, his six arms gently stroking the triangular whale head, with a sad expression, "I don't know why I'm stranded in such a place." ”

Of course, David Jones had seen whale bones, but after listening to Hachi's words, he shook his head and focused on something else: "Look at its skull, count how many eyes it has. ”

"Huh?" Hachi realized that the eye holes in this whale's skull were much smaller than those of ordinary whales, and there were six in total, distributed on both sides of the skull, each in a row.

He had seen quite a few sea kings, sea beasts or other sea creatures, each with its own strange shape, and the six-eyed whale was the first time he had seen it, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

However, the six eyes of this sea king skeleton, no matter how small, were quite large holes compared to humans, and there were obvious chiseling marks in the hollows of the eye sockets, revealing rows of stairs that would allow humans to burrow into its skull.

There are traces of man-made excavation here, and at least for some time after the whale died, there was life here.

David Jones climbed the staircase without handrails, and without having to climb it, his legs squirmed into the bone ladder, and easily wriggled to the top of it, standing in one of the eyes.

The eye was hollow, long devoid of flesh and blood, and he walked straight into the skull of the six-eyed whale.

The interior has been transformed into a simple but spacious hall, and some of the dilapidated furniture is still recognizable.

One after another, the crew went into the skull, and under the direction of David Jones, they searched everywhere, and for a moment the sound of rummaging through the crates echoed through the whale skulls.

However, Arlita and Mikieta didn't pay much attention to it, and they had already got what they wanted—two bags of beautiful glowing stones, and they were laughing and comparing their size and color with each other.

Bucky looked secretly puzzled, the two of them had known each other for more than a week, when did they become so familiar?

But when he lifted a dusty curtain, and in the sound of coughing, he realized that there was a hole behind him, and he put the intimacy between the two women behind him, and cried out, "There is a door here." ”

Chloe was beside him, heard the voice, glanced at the hole behind the curtain, and then directly reached out, ripped the whole curtain off, rolled it together, and threw it to the ground at random.

Behind the entrance of the cave is a diagonal upward path made from the huge spine of the six-eyed whale, and the hook-like ribs on both sides are also inlaid with glowing gems to illuminate the road ahead.

The crew marveled at the majesty of the spine path as soon as they saw it.

David Jones, however, was surprised to emerge from the hole, stepped on the columnar spine, and slowly walked upwards.

It's so weird that it doesn't make sense, but it exists, he has seen too much, and he himself is one.

Seeing this, the crew hurriedly followed.

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"Hmm-" Crocokdal struggled to his feet, his headache splitting, his body swaying a few times, and he almost fell again, but with great difficulty he was able to hold on to the wall with his right hand and stand firm.

He looked around at the rotting wooden walls, stacked barrels, and rusty anchors that were casually discarded in the corners.

Memories of the pre-fainting period came flooding back.

The black ship falling from the sky, the torrential rain, the Davy Jones gang, Robin's betrayal, the rushing water arrows, the whipping of the tentacles......

Tut. Could it be that I was taken prisoner and still on that black ship?

Crocodall frowned, and the golden hook in his left hand grabbed the doorknob of the house and opened the creaking utility door, and then he glanced down at his golden hook to realize that the venom had been cleaned up.

He cautiously walked out of the utility room, only to see the bottom of the cabin, where he couldn't see his fingers, and even the air was cloudy.

He fumbled for a while, and finally found a ladder on the upper floor.

Climbing to the top of the ladder, Klockdahl pushed a small wooden door open and climbed onto the outside deck.

He stood up, patted his dusty fur coat, and took a step forward, only to be caught in the glowing stalactites above his head.

Klockdahl blinked, finally getting used to the light, and searched cautiously in the silence of the dark ship.

He pushed open a door stained with barnacles and seaweed, and was greeted by a strange room.

It was huge, almost like a palace, with a huge pipe organ in the distance, which seemed to merge with the hull, as well as a bed, a desk, and a bookshelf.

Klockdahl didn't even need to take a tape measure to know that there was no way it would be possible to cram such a large room into this ship.

The space here must be distorted.

After that, he found more rooms, but the rest of them were much more normal than the original one.

But if you think about it, how does a ship manage to squeeze so many rooms into it?

Besides, he hadn't even seen a single figure from Fang Cai to the present, and there were indeed traces of human life on the ship.

Where did the Davy Jones gang go? Left? Or is it gone?

Secretly sensing that something was wrong, Klockdahl quickly walked back the way he came, walked through the corridor, stood on the deck, and then looked down to check his body, and found that there was nothing unusual, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Even so, he was a little creepy.

There were many strange things he had seen on the great voyage, but none of them were stranger than what he had seen now.

Something is really wrong with this ship, and the people on it.

He glanced up at the tentacled pirate flag, and those gray-blue eyes seemed to be staring at him all the time.

He felt that it was not appropriate to stay here for long, and when he saw the gangplank reaching below, he stepped on it and disembarked.

Standing on the sand of glowing gravel, Klockdahl glanced back at the black ship, and then at the calm water where it was, and at a glance there was no edge at all, and it seemed that there was no way back.

Klockdahl made his way up the path at the edge of the cliff to find the exit, only to see the magnificent skeleton of a six-eyed whale first.

He saw a large hall in its skull, with a throat-like hole in it, and outside the hole was a straight whale spine path.

It's clearly artificially carved......

Klockdahl pondered, and involuntarily connected what he had seen and heard with the legend of the "Hades of the Deep".

It is said that David Jones would stuff looted treasure, or whatever, into a cabinet that he hid at the bottom of the sea......

Could it be that David Jones's cabinet is real, and I am in it?

With his life at stake, he couldn't help but think about it, and kicked over a table in the hall of whale skulls rather irritably.

But when he calmed down, he decided to continue along the path of the whale's spine, and maybe he would be able to find a turning point.

I have not taken revenge on Whitebeard, nor have I dominated the Great Voyage, how can I die in such a place?

This kind of aggrieved and lonely way of dying, he absolutely can't bear it.

Klockdahl walked forward.

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After a long time, the surface of the water rose again to gurgle foam, and in a few moments, a golden submarine emerged from the water, with a skull on its side that seemed to be laughing.

With a thud, the circular hatch was pushed open, and several figures crowded together at the entrance, gulping in the air outside, two of them men in white uniforms, and the third figure was a white bear in orange uniform.

There were obviously other people in the submarine, and the voice urged calmly: "Xia Qi, Pekin, Beibo, what are you blocking the hatch for?" Go out, all outside. ”

"Okay." The two of them answered, and then they both got out of the hatch and stood on the deck outside.

After a few more moments, the last man climbed out of the closed submarine, wearing a white yarke hat with black spots, a black uniform, and a long knife in his hand.

He scanned the place with a burning eye, including the glowing stones, the steep stone walls, and finally focused on a black ship anchored on the shore not far away, frowning.

It's not normal enough to find a tower at the bottom of the sea, and it's not a good thing to see a ship with an ominous aura in such a hellish place inside the tower, and it's often the beginning of all sorts of horror stories.