Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 439 Logbook
The contents of the logbook caught Lu Mingfei's attention.

He wondered before that there was such a big commotion in a cabin, and the blood almost covered the four walls, the floor and the ceiling, how could it be completed smoothly in the end, and no one came out to interrupt halfway.

Only now do I know that this is the captain's room. No wonder no one interrupted it. Often the captain of a ship has absolute authority. Who has the guts to make irresponsible remarks.

And what the captain wants to do, there are reasons and excuses.

Lu Mingfei flipped through the logbook page by page.

The expression gradually became strange.

God, Kingdom of God, Advent, Eternal Life...

This is all and what.

He felt that what he was reading was not a logbook, but a story in a picture book.

There are also legends of gods in Kyushu. As for the Kingdom of God, it literally refers to the country where the gods live.

The content of the logbook is not difficult to understand, but Lu Mingfei is curious why these things appear in a logbook.

Shouldn't the so-called log record some real things that happened?
The owner of the log, the captain of the luxury cruise ship, seems to be a religious fanatic.

He believes in the existence of Poseidon, and believes that Poseidon will return to the world in 2012.

Lu Mingfei has seen a lot of tricks like proclaiming that the gods he believes in will come in the future, but they are all accurate to specific years, and this is the first time he has seen them.

Looking back, Lu Mingfei discovered that the owner of this log book was not the real captain of the luxury cruise ship. He killed the original captain, replaced his identity, and mixed with the cruise ship. The god of the sea made a sacrifice.

Or blood sacrifice is more appropriate.

All the people on the cruise ship, including passengers and crew, were all sacrificed to the gods by him.

Seeing this, the huge black shadow like the island he saw that night appeared in front of Lu Mingfei's eyes naturally.

Could it be that the god recorded in the diary is him?
After that night, Lu Mingfei learned a lot of information about mixed races from Kenta and others. After Uncle Iwata woke up, he even completed a considerable part of the puzzle.

Hybrids, dragons, humans, deadpool...

Lu Mingfei had a basic understanding of this other world.

Regarding the sea monster, Kenta only said that it was a monster, but Uncle Iwata had a different opinion. He believed that the sea monster was actually a special kind of deadpool. That's how it became what it is now.

From Uncle Iwata's words, Lu Mingfei realized that it seems that all the supernormal existences in this world can be attributed to the influence of dragons.

A hybrid is a human being who bleeds the blood of a dragon, and Deadpool is a depraved hybrid.

No, not right.

Such a statement is not accurate.

It seems that besides human beings, other animals can also shed dragon blood. Uncle Iwata mentioned that in his thirty years of sailing career, he had seen fossils of snakes with wings more than [-] meters long. Uncle Iwata It is speculated that the reason why this guy is like this is because he was mutated by the influence of dragon blood.

No matter how you look at it, animals like this mutated by dragon blood can also be classified as hybrids.

So it is not accurate to say that hybrids are humans with dragon blood flowing, and animals may also be hybrids.

All creatures affected by dragon blood can be counted as hybrids.

Lu Mingfei defined the term mixed race in his mind.

It's kind of like magic...

He pondered.

Kyushu has a kind of kung fu method of magic, which specializes in cultivating the sea of ​​consciousness, and uses others as the cauldron. When it reaches the outer world, it can differentiate the spiritual seeds and implant them into the sea of ​​consciousness in the cauldron. Before that, it can be said that a thousand miles a day.

Therefore, practitioners of this method often appear in the image of immortals, and pretend to be seniors who bestow opportunities in front of people who don't understand.

The cauldrons they choose are often those who have an urgent need for strength, or who are poorly talented and have been looked down upon by others, or who must avenge blood and blood. There is a great opportunity from heaven ahead, so they don't care about thinking so much. Getting stronger is the most important thing.

Even if he was vigilant at the beginning, after he tasted the pleasure of improving his cultivation by leaps and bounds, no matter how vigilant he was, he was thrown away.

But they have forgotten one thing, there is nothing good in this world without a reason, and there is a price for everything that is gained. Many things seem to have no price at first glance, not because they don’t exist, but because they have been given where you can’t see them.

No matter how they are, they are also demons, and if they don't do some bad things, they will be sorry for their status.

Although the practice of the cauldron is very fast, it is at the cost of overdrawing its potential and lifespan. After the spiritual seeds are implanted, the life of the cauldron often enters the countdown, and few people can live beyond ten years.

This is not the most vicious.

The most vicious thing is that as long as the magician is willing, under a single thought, the cauldron that is implanted with spiritual seeds, its strength will become the source of life, and everything in it will become the nourishment of the magician, just like Like a elixir, whether it is used for healing or improving cultivation, it can be of great help.

Even in the hands of highly cultivated demon warriors, this method has miraculous effects. A cauldron that meets special conditions can help them bring the dead back to life.

After the body of a demon warrior dies, he can use the body of the cauldron to be resurrected.

In Lu Mingfei's view, there are many similarities between the dragons in this world and the magic warriors in Kyushu.

Dragon blood is similar to the spiritual seeds of demon warriors, and the mixed blood is the cauldron.

wrong.

Lu Mingfei frowned.

The simple analogy is still somewhat discrepant. Dragons do not demand much from hybrids like demon warriors do from cauldrons. Dragons are more superior. They just exist and radiate their influence. Both hybrids and Deadpool are affected by other the presence of influence.

The logbook mentioned that the kingdom of God came in 2012, and the god of the sea he believed in would come back to the world, so he decided to sacrifice to Leviathan, the son of the god of the sea, in exchange for the glory of entering the kingdom of god.

Lu Mingfei closed the diary.

He frowned.

The original doubts were resolved, but more doubts emerged.

The reason why the cruise ship was reduced to a ghost ship was because a fanatic who believed in the sea god executed a blood-staining ritual to the sea god.

This problem was solved, but more problems appeared.

Originally, Lu Mingfei thought that the sea god mentioned in the diary was the dark shadow in the deep sea that he saw that night.

But after reading through the entire logbook, he found that it was not the case.

The sea god mentioned here seems to refer to something else.

As for the dark shadow in the deep sea that Lu Mingfei saw that night, it should be the so-called Son of God Leviathan.

Lu Mingfei noticed that the owner of this diary, the fanatic, frequently referred to himself as a "descendant".

Although Iwata-san and the others occasionally call themselves divine descendants, there is a difference between the two.In Uncle Iwata’s words, the descendants of the gods refer to the hybrids, and they regard dragons as gods, but in the context of this fanatic, the descendants of the gods are the descendants of the gods, which is a name that distinguishes them from the hybrids. .

As for the mixed race, in the diary, the fanatics are called "blasphemers".

Blasphemer?No wonder Lu Mingfei felt that something was wrong when he first opened this diary.

It's not that he hasn't heard Uncle Iwata talk about hybrids and dragons, but who can never say a word about gods, descendants of gods, etc. Compared with hybrids and dragons, this logbook is more like a missionary book. book, or the ravings of a madman.

But it cannot be simply understood as the babbling of a lunatic, because the cruise ship has really turned into a ghost ship, and there are indications that the blood sacrifice of the fanatics has succeeded.

Lu Mingfei stayed in the captain's cabin for a while, and after finding nothing more, he took a bag and put it in the logbook, and opened the door to go out.

There is nothing unusual about the rest of the cabins. It seems that the only value of this cruise ship is the ghost painting in the captain's cabin and this logbook.

When Lu Mingfei went back to find Dashan, the work of Dashan was about to be completed, there was no danger, and the sea monster he was most worried about did not appear, as if what happened that night was just a collective hallucination of everyone on the Sonny.

"You're done!"

Dashan wiped the sweat from his brow and exhaled.

He closed the ledger and picked up the bag containing the parts.

Lu Mingfei also carried one.

That's not all, the ghost ship needs to come over at least three times, this time mainly to explore, check for danger, and record the location of available parts.

The two returned to the Sonny in a small boat.

Kenta waved to them from afar.

"Welcome back!"

In the next few days, the Sonny was a bustling and busy scene, like a construction site, everyone participated in the maintenance of the Sonny, and so did Lu Mingfei. Although he knew nothing about ship maintenance, he had a lot of knowledge. Using strength, helping to lift a heavy object, or lift something can still play a big role.

"Thank you so much, Brother Lu!"

Uncle Iwata wiped off his sweat and smiled heartily.

"Thanks to you, otherwise we don't know how long it would take to finish."

Then he slapped his palms hard, attracting the attention of the crew.

"Boys!"

Uncle Iwata waved a wrench and shouted.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Stop what you're doing!"

"We...have a banquet!"

Kenta was the first to jump up.

"Okay!",
Dashan showed a simple and honest smile.

Little Pepper scowled and crossed his arms.

Lu Mingfei didn't know when he walked behind her, put his hand on the tomboy's head, and rubbed it hard twice.

Little Pepper bared her teeth and claws to try to resist, but unfortunately, how could she be Lu Mingfei's opponent, she could only let her poor hair be rubbed into various shapes by Lu Mingfei.

"brat."

Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

"Since there is a banquet, let's be happy."

"Smell your face all day long, beware of wrinkles at a young age."

Pepper gritted his teeth.

"I want you to manage."

It’s rare that Uncle Iwata was in charge of the banquet this time. He made a barbecue with the fuel of a ghost ship. The heroic momentum of the head is brushed with sauce, which makes people amazed.

"I heard that Uncle was amazing when he was young."

"Oh, it seems..."

Kenta and Dashan put their heads together and muttered.

Lu Mingfei glanced in their direction.

When I was young...

He thought of the tattoo on the uncle's back, um, it seems to be called a tattoo in this era.

"Cut, brat."

Pepper curled her lips in disdain, probably referring to Kenta and the others.

The banquet lasted all night, and they almost used up all the drinks and food on the ghost ship. It is indeed a luxury cruise ship. The ingredients here are really high-end, and the drinks are surprisingly expensive. The things are packaged and packaged, and they are resold later, and the income must be high.

Uncle Iwata is not them.

The captain of the Sonny didn't seem to have thought about the option of reselling it at all, and directly used all the edible and drinkables in it for the banquet.

Of course, I said almost here, because they didn't eat all of them. After all, the first officer hadn't woken up yet, so I had to leave a portion for him.

"Boom!"

Uncle Iwata put down the tray heavily, on which were medium-rare steaks and red wine from five major wineries.

He pulled the cork straight away.

In the past, if he did this by himself, the chief mate would definitely say "reckless" or "no taste".

But now, this guy can only lie on the bed with his eyes closed, on a drip, and can't say anything.

Uncle Iwata blushed and burped.

He waved the red wine in front of the first officer.

He even slapped it, as if he wanted to slap all the aroma of red wine into the first mate's nose.

"Smell it? Smell it?"

He burped again.

"You kept talking about it, saying that you want to drink and want to drink. Look, it's enough for friends. I reserved it specially for you."

"Still awake."

"If you're still awake, I'm going to finish this red wine!"

"Not a single drop will be left for you!"

Uncle Iwata lowered his voice.

"I say, mate."

"You should wake up soon."

"If it's a man, wake up quickly!"

Uncle Iwata clenched his fist so hard that his knuckles turned white. He buried his head deeply, and something dripped down.

Outside the door, Lu Mingfei's hand that was about to knock on the door stopped in mid-air. After a long time, he put his hand down, turned and left.

The footsteps are so light that no one can notice.

"Hey, Boss Lu!"

A hot-tempered person ran up to him, it was Kenta.

It almost hit Lu Mingfei.

He brakes quickly.

Kenta held his knees and took two deep breaths.

He raised his head and asked Lu Mingfei.

"Have you seen Uncle Captain?"

"I can't find him anywhere."

"Uncle..."

Lu Mingfei pondered.

"I think, I heard that he is going to buy something."

"Purchase?"

Kenta reacted quickly.

"I see!"

"Uncle must have secretly gone to the ghost ship to find something good!"

"Damn it, you don't take me with you!"

He said a few words to himself, turned around, and ran back in a hurry.

"Arrow back, Boss Lu."

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Arrow back."

Repair work on the Sonny is over.

They are ready to return.

Tomorrow is the day to return.

Uncle Iwata was fiddling with charts in the captain's cabin.

Suddenly, without warning, the pencil in his hand swung back.

It's clearly just a pencil, but in this person's hand, it shows an aura comparable to a sword.

"It's me, uncle."

Lu Mingfei resisted the pen, which was comparable to a sword, and the strong wind blew his hair that was extorting money.

(End of this chapter)