In a maritime forest shrouded in darkness, there are various candles floating on both sides of a long waterway. Through the candles, it seems that some people are holding these candles. , but if you look closely, there are actually pieces of leaves underneath these candles.
This seemingly bizarre scene did not shake the group of people walking on the long waterway. On the calm sea, there was a young man with four extremely strange looking people, armed like heavy tanks. The same warrior, walking calmly on the water.
Behind them, a strange pirate with thick smoky makeup and twisting forward on tiptoes was stepping hard on the sea and looking at the sea under his feet.
The other one maintained a respectful posture, wearing a slightly old but decent pirate uniform, a wide-brimmed hat with a feather on his head, and a monkey in a plaid suit sitting on his shoulders.
Behind Taylor and the others were the old pirate Jack and Barbossa, who had a new master.
Jack had a smile on his face, but there was no joy in his eyes. He was forced to come to this place. To be honest, he would rather wait for the owner of this place to slowly die than find a monster. to stimulate the other person.
What if that nagging woman suddenly breaks the seal, takes back her power, adds a series of weird things like betrayal, being hurt by love, etc., suddenly goes crazy, and then involves the monster, then the sea will be in trouble. It's really going to end.
But don't let the era of ordinary people end before it even comes.
Barbossa on the side didn't care what Jack was thinking, he just kept teasing the little monkey on his shoulder.
The little monkey held an apple core in his hand and kept gnawing at it, as if he wanted to crush the apple core and eat something more delicious inside. Barbosa did not disturb the little monkey, but just kept rubbing the monkey with his fingers. little brain.
Barbossa looked back on his whole life, which was filled with burning, killing and looting. When he looked back and waited for him to join his master, he realized that he might be the only one left with this little monkey.
He has no attachment to his former subordinates. He only has disgust for Jack, his old enemy. Maybe now only this little monkey is his family.
"Oh, don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Good boy, bite slowly and be careful not to hurt your teeth."
Barbosa had a gentle look on his face. When he saw the little monkey chewing the core of the apple so loudly, he couldn't help but sigh. The sound reminds the little monkey to pay attention to dental problems.
On the sea where Taylor and Hawks were walking, they soon saw a lit tree house that looked somewhat shabby and makeshift.
He stopped and stood on the sea, letting the sea water below continue to flow. He carefully looked at the tree house with his mental power, but found that there seemed to be nothing supernatural in it, no signs of the supernatural, and only a woman. .
Could it be that the other party is a temptation?
Why can't I feel any trace of the other party's strength mentally?
This confused Taylor a little. Is the legendary seal so outrageous? Nine mortal tokens, coupled with the betrayal of a lover, could a stab in the back seal a person like this? No strength at all?
After sighing in his heart at how thorough the seals of the nine pirate kings were, Taylor took a step into the tree house.
After reaching out and opening the curtain made of countless small shells, Taylor saw an interior environment full of simple style, as if he were a tribal chief.
There are various specimens, including glass jars, clay pots, earthen jars, and earthen jars. There are various skeletons, skulls, leg bones, etc. on the table, and there is a twisted toy next to it. The twisting snake.
There is a big tree with branches running across the center of the entire tree house. There are many pictures nailed to the branches of the big tree. Not far away is a simple bookshelf. There are various books on the bookshelf, and even scrolls and parchments. class stuff.
In this tree house, a kerosene lamp was hung every few steps, and the air was filled with a faint smell of kerosene. At this moment, the owner of the tree house opened the curtain inside and walked in.
"Oh? What kind of guest came to this place that the world has forgotten, let me see..."
Witch Tia said as she greeted the guest, and was stunned when she raised her head.
In front of her, a young man wearing a white robe embroidered with a golden seven-pointed star mark was staring straight at her with a pair of golden vertical pupils.
The witch couldn't help but clenched her fists and took two steps back slightly. She knew that her situation couldn't be worse now, and the other party obviously didn't have any good intentions when she came to her door.
Within her sight, all she could see was a violent, ferocious and powerful golden dragon with three heads, golden scales all over its body, looking like a king, staring at her.
Those golden vertical pupils revealed a king's dignity and endless violence, as if any enemy would be torn to pieces in front of him.
Do such monsters still exist in this era?
Aren't all the dragons dead? Why is there a mutant species? Looks pretty irritating.
A small short staff appeared in the witch's hand at some point. The short staff was made of some unknown skeleton and contained extremely small and weak magical factors.
Although she didn't know how this inexplicable dragon species found her, she would never let it go without a fight.
In Taylor's eyes, the image of the sloppy woman in front of her, with black teeth and a black mouth, and a sloppy look that looked like she hadn't taken a shower in more than ten years, had completely changed.
Through the thin seal effect, what Taylor could see was a "person" with blue skin, a characteristic face, a fish tail on the lower body, scales, fins and gills on both sides of the body, similar to a Naga. .
When Taylor saw the true form of the witch aliased by the so-called Ocean Goddess in front of him, he began to admire Davy Jones in his heart.
This guy is really ruthless. Just by looking at the mouth, it looks like a rotating turbine. Even if someone says it is the mouth of an octopus, they will believe it.
However, it seems that this ocean goddess is not a human being, but turns out to be an alien race.
Taylor's golden vertical pupils returned to their original state, and the look he looked at the witch had two layers of other peculiar smells, as if he was looking at some kind of anatomical material.
What he likes most is the powerful alien race materials.
Taylor stretched out a finger and swung a wind blade at will, lightly hitting the witch's hand and knocking away the short bone staff she just held in her hand.
"Don't be too nervous. No matter what, your end is certain. Let's sit down and talk."
(End of Chapter)