Endless Debt.

Chapter 549 Hulk Coast
Freeport, Hulk Coast.

The rain gradually became more violent, and the dark clouds covered the sky and the sun.

The sea is always so changeable, with waves and strong winds disturbing the coast, and heavy waves repeatedly slammed on the wreckage of the jagged hulk, breaking into white foam, and returning to the sea again.

"Herter once told me that he said that the sea is like a mysterious and changeable lady."

Lebius's face was hidden under the black umbrella, and his voice overwhelmed the wind and rain, and it was clearly transmitted to Burogo's ears.

"You can never guess her temperament, you don't know whether she will show you the sunshine of thousands of miles in the next second, or the violent wind and waves of thunder.

Sometimes she will touch your cheek tenderly, other times she will give you a hard blow, and you are shocked, scared, and full of longing.

The curiosity about her has never been extinguished since the day it was ignited. You hope to understand her and go deep into her heart, and for this reason, you will travel among the seven seas all your life. "

Lebius went on to say, "These pirates still have a romantic side. They describe their curiosity about the sea as a kind of suitor's love."

The rain hit the black umbrella, and the crackling sound was endless.

"Is it the love of the suitor?" Burrogo recalled, "I read a similar analogy in a book. The author treats everyone as a book. Curiosity makes you want to read on and get to know her...Listen It looks pretty similar."

Lebius nodded, but under the cover of the black umbrella, Bologo couldn't see it. The two chatted like this, and they approached the coast of the Hulk despite the storm.

Aimiao, who followed temporarily, had already sympathized with Burogo. She overlapped with Bologo, and a halo appeared in the blue eyes. Amyu could appear as a surprise soldier at any time.

A fuzzy black shadow appeared behind the hazy rain curtain. After the two of them approached for a certain distance, the black shadow gradually became clear, showing its ferocious and distorted side to those who came.

The hulks piled up together and built a kingdom of steel corpses. Bologo had imagined the appearance of this place in his mind, but when he actually saw all this, he was still shocked by the weird and twisted scene.

Huge wreckage of ships leaning on each other, under the erosion of rain and time, the metal is constantly rusted, covered with a thick brown coat, the staggered position of the metal, the oxidized and rusted residues are noduled together, like a pile of bacteria kind.

The rotting wooden fishing boats are scattered around, like a large number of stranded whales, densely packed snails grow in the shadows, like eyeballs stacked together, and the old fishing nets are dragged at the stern, as if the internal organs and intestines.

Bologo raised his head. At the top of the countless wreckages, half of the hull of a large ship was exposed. The bow of the ship was pierced high like a steeple. On one side of the bow, there was a raised hole pierced by shells, and the metal exploded. , unfolding like petals.

The serial number on the ship had long been covered with a thick layer of rust, but Burrog recognized it at first sight. It was a battleship from the Scorched Earth Wrath period.

"A museum of history..."

Bologo lamented that it is not easy to see such an antique now.

"It's more like a cemetery of history."

Lebius quickened his pace as he spoke, and not far ahead, the wreckage piled up into a triangular structure, revealing a dark and deep corridor just right.

The moment he stepped into the corridor, Bologo could clearly sense that someone was peeping at him from the shadows, and Bologo pretended to be normal, ignoring these strange existences.

It was the first time for both of them to come here, and Lebius was skeptical about Herter's words. According to the information, after the sea trip a few years ago, Herter was exiled by the people of Xitao, and Noren took over as the navigator. , perhaps because of being over-stimulated, Hert's temperament changed drastically.

As soon as he thought of Herter's insane and morbid appearance in his mind, Lebius felt a shock. In any case, he never imagined that his former friend would become like this now.

After several years of transformation, the interior of the wreckage was hollowed out and turned into a maze of many wreckages. The cold wind passed through the gaps, bringing slender and sharp cries, and the whispers of the crowd came from a distance.

Boluogo frowned, the rain washed away the rust and dirt, and dripped along the corners of the wreckage. There was heavy rain outside, and light rain fell inside the wreckage.

The promenade came to the end, the temperature here was much warmer than the outside, a rusty watertight door blocked the way.

Bologo stroked the rough metal surface and observed it carefully. Someone removed the watertight door and the entire wall, and then piled it here and welded it together with other wreckage. The method casts a door.

Lebius stepped forward and knocked on the door. Before the negotiation broke down, they were both guests. Since they were guests, it was better to knock on the door honestly instead of smashing the place completely with a hammer.

Burrog stood behind Lebius, concentrated and ready.Herter was not worthy of full trust, so they split.

After a short wait, rust residues fell from the top of his head. Burrog raised his head, and a small window was opened above, and a pair of eyes looked over.

"We are the butcher's guests."

Lebius raised his head and said, the butcher was referring to Hert.

During the days of being exiled, Hert relied on cruel means to make a name for himself in the shadow of Freeport, and he had a group of loyal followers, most of whom were hiding in the coast of the hulk.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed among the steel, the valve on the watertight door began to turn, and a hunched figure pushed the door open, beckoning the two to come in.

The man was short in stature, his spine was slightly deformed, and the curvature was too large, like a crawling rat.

"Guest of the butcher, hey, what are you doing here?"

The man was leading the way while asking questions, his greedy eyes wandered over the two of them, like vultures hovering in the sky.

"It's none of your business."

Bologo is cold, he has seen this kind of person a lot, and he has been to this kind of place too many times.

During the internship period after he was released from prison, Bologo has been wandering in the hesitant fork in the road, fighting with various underground forces non-stop. When he came here, he felt like returning to the beginning, like a fish in water.

"It really has nothing to do with me, I hope you will not die here."

The man rubbed his hands excitedly, "Of course, it's better to die, then all your things will belong to me."

Burrog had seen men resembling men, and if the world of shadows had any kind of food chain, they were scavengers who emptied the pockets of the dead and stripped them of their jewellery.

The man blinked, his face was covered with raised bumps, as if covered with some kind of fungus, his eyes were shrunk in the narrow slits, full of sneakiness.

"You know, some people have such strange habits. If you accidentally die, please try not to hurt your internal organs too much before you die." The man instructed thoughtfully.

Burrog ignored him. There was a din ahead, and a dim light dripped overhead, dripping with rain.

Inside the wreckage is a large market, where people from other lands stop and go, using their unique slang to do business with the boss, there are stolen cultural relics, and rare things that are illegally smuggled. When they arrived at the prisons, where men and women were imprisoned, there were faint groans.

Hert transferred the underground forces in Freeport, made them stay away from the city, came to the coast of the Hulk, and established this filthy place.

Herter failed to eradicate the darkness, but kept the darkness away from the residents of Freeport, maintaining the fragile order on the surface.

Treating the symptoms does not cure the symptoms.

In fact, Bologo has no fundamental solution, he can't think of a perfect solution, but if it is him, Burlogo will not compromise like Hert.

One kills one, and two smashes a pair. Absolute force will deter all villains.

Burrog said softly, "I don't like this place."

His fingers trembled slightly, and Bologo instinctively wanted to hold the hammer and smash it to pieces.

Lebius responded, "We'll have time to burn this place down."

The stooped man led the two of them to the corner of the market. It was a fortune-teller in a purple robe, whose entire face was hidden in the darkness. Seeing the two coming, he let out rustling laughter, like a poisonous snake vomiting With the letter.

"A guest introduced by the butcher."

The stooped man introduced it to the fortune-teller, then he turned his head and said to Lebius, "If you want to ask anything, just ask him."

"Where's the butcher?"

Rebius asked back, he thought Herter would be waiting for him here, but he didn't seem to be here at the moment.

"The butcher? How do I know where the butcher is?"

The hunchbacked man laughed, showing his dry yellow teeth, "I'm just a tour guide at best."

Lebius and Bologo looked at each other without any trace, and they both sensed that something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)