Lord of Divine Snow

"Abao!"

Suddenly, she heard a soft call, and a woman from the Crimson tribe picked up the red shadow.

It turned out to be a little girl. She was born with a pink jade and snow, with a red felt cloth wrapped around her head and a silver belt tied around her waist.

At this time, I was staring at Black Shine's big eyes, looking at the stranger curiously.

Zhong Shenxiu couldn't help smiling when he saw this.

Na Abao smiled when he saw him, and also showed a sweet smile. However, he lacked a few front teeth, which looked very funny...

"Why didn’t I see the sea? Uncle?"

After a meal, Zhong Shenxiu approached Uncle Mai and asked curiously.

"The owner of the ship was unwell just now and was resting in the captain's cabin..."

Old Uncle Mai said with a smile: "Is there anything else I want to ask, for example, why are we still on board? Are there women and children?"

"This, should it be the custom of the chrysalis?"

Zhong Shenxiu scratched his scalp: "I have strength, I can't just eat rice."

Zhong Shenxiu scratched his scalp. , You can leave it to me to do the work of a sailor."

He seemed to inadvertently look out of the deck again: "Why is the boat not sailing?"

Here, surprisingly, it was the area where Fang Lang encountered the waves before.

"The owner of the ship said that saving lives is invaluable, so stop here to see if there is any panting, and converge the corpse by the way..."

At the end, he rubbed his fingers again and made a contemplative expression.

Compared to fishing for marine cargo, some of the luggage and cargo boxes suspended here may be more valuable.

Zhong Shenxiu'suddenly realized' nodded, no longer say anything.

Into the night.

Zhong Shenxiu squeezed among a dry sailor and fell asleep in a hammock.

Outside the cabin door, a pair of eyes stared at him for a long time before leaving slowly.

He came to the deck and looked in the moonlight. It was Uncle Mai.

"Shipowner!"

Old Uncle Mai looked at the daoist shadow coming over in the dark and bowed respectfully.

Tick! Tick!

A drop of sea water fell on the deck, and the silhouette body was still hanging seaweed. It seemed that he had just come up from the sea. He stepped a watermark and suddenly lay on the deck, his voice hoarse with enthusiasm: "Here... …Has...the breath of my lord...my lord...has been...have been here!"

"Praise my lord."

Old Maitou also knelt down, his forehead pious The ground sticks to the ground.

"Go... and prepare... the tribute!"

The ship owner’s voice was intermittent, as if it was squeezed out of his throat.

"Hey!"

Lao Maitou without the slightest hesitation agreed: "I just saved a strong young man today, and I can use it to make up the number!"

"The main sacrifice...you must have a soul boy...Go call Abaolai! [Dagon] like this kind of sacrifice! The rest of the people...the more the better!"

The ship owner's voice is intermittent. Instructed.

"Ahem!"

At this moment, a cough sounded: "Old wheat head...Although I am very grateful that you saved me, but I have to change hands. I'm a sacrifice, I don't follow it."

"Are you not asleep?"

The old wheat head got up, his throat throbbed, and suddenly he spit out a scarlet tongue. The thing, the tip is cracked, showing many jagged teeth.

He is already inhuman!

Even, it became a Demon ordinary existence!

In this world, of course there are a lot of weirdness and Demon.

In Fang Lang's memory, I often hear similar legends.

Zhong Shenxiu flashed sideways. Under the moonlight, his hair became longer, his nails began to grow, and his face became even more cyan-black, making his appearance extremely hideous. , Like a living corpse!

pu!

When he flicked his nails, half of his lamprey-like tongue fell to the ground, still wriggling.

And the old wheat head...

He clutched half of his bloody tongue, and fell to the ground... just so dead, dead...

"It seems that this evil heart insect is what he has given his life to cultivate."

Zhong Shenxiu shook his head, this kind of unorthodox way of magic is not enough.

At this time, he looked at the ship owner, Uncle Hai.

The other party has turned around and let Zhong Shenxiu see his body's fish scales, corals, scallops...It's like a monster buried in seabed for a long time!

"You are a believer of [Dagon] that monster!"

Zhong Shenxiu said in an affirmative tone.

In Fang Lang’s memory, there is also news about [Dagon], which is a terrifying ocean monster with all kinds of terrifying abilities.

"Do you dare to be disrespectful to my lord?"

Uncle Hai said in a hoarse voice: "You...can't escape...the whole boat...all are mine I want to... dedicate you to [Dagon]!"

"Really?"

Zhong Shenxiu looked at him with some pity: "You Hehe...you and Lao Maitou are also pitiful persons..."

The one by one sailor, the woman...have already stood on the deck.

They looked dumbfounded, just staring at Uncle Hai in a daze.

"Do you still have no impression? The memory has been modified? This is not your ship at all...but a...ghost ship!"

Zhong Shenxiu looks at the moonlight Next, the one by one crew, the woman, and the little girl Abao.

Their expressions are dull, and their bodies gradually become translucent, like a group of ghosts.

Squeak!

The ancient Haixuan made a terrifying sound, and every wooden board was rubbing, like a beast rubbing its teeth.

"Ah!"

Uncle Hai screamed, holding his head, and finally remembered!

He and Lao Maitou were originally the leaders of a gang of pirates, and their cultivation had different skills, and they crossed the Eastern Sea.

Then, until one day, they robbed the Haixuan...

Is it the end?

All the pirates are dead, only two of them are left, and their memories have been modified to become the owner and sailor of the Haixuan!

"Ah!"

Uncle Hai hugged his head: "I...I'm not crazy...haha...this ship, this ship is the biggest evil thing. !"

"Although I am looking forward to seeing that you want to take Abao as a sacrifice, and in the end Abao takes you as a sacrifice, but...I can really guard against it."

Zhong Shenxiu stepped forward and pressed a palm on the top of Uncle Hai's head.

Pus was flowing from the seven orifices of Uncle Hai, and it fell softly.

Crunch! Crunch!

A black hole appeared on the deck, as if a rare beast opened its mouth and swallowed the bodies of Uncle Hai and Old Maitou...

'After all, [Dagon] used to I’ve been here before, and if you offer sacrifices, it’s really possible to provoke it, when the time comes, did I kill it? Or kill it? '

Once [Dagon] is slaughtered, Zhong Shenxiu must use the power of the deity, and then everything is exposed to [天姥] in front of one's eyes, the second time it is hidden, it may not be spiritual. This Will make him passive.

When Zhong Shenxiu started his hand, the group of ghosts showed no expression, watching his performance quietly.

"Okay, go down and rest."

Zhong Shenxiu flipped through the corpse, from the body of Uncle Hai to a dark secret book, and waved his hand.

Fang Lang's own cultivation came out of the Corpse Severance Immortal, and the aura of Corpse Severance Immortal spread, and it calmed the turbulent Haixuan.

The one by one ghost crew returned to their cabin with a dull expression.

The captain's room.

Zhong Shenxiu lit the fuel lamp and opened the secret book.