At this time, I came close to Mr. Liu and looked at the notes in Mr. Liu's hand.
At first glance, there was nothing unusual about it, but when Liu Baye raised his hand and pointed, I actually saw a trace of detail on the previous page of the manuscript with the Hachiman Ghost Ship.
There is a striking shape marked on the hull, and that shape is exactly the auspicious cloud pattern located at the bottom of the golden coffin.
However, when the probe looked towards the entity of the ghost ship, there was no whereabouts of the auspicious cloud. From this, it can be concluded that what was marked on the note was not a pattern, but the spoiler position of the key in the shape of the auspicious cloud.
I don't know who drew this notebook and recorded it in such detail.
Since even the key to open the golden coffin was marked, but he knew where the key was, why didn't the person at the beginning just go get the key personally and open the golden coffin?
This is unknown.
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Unknowingly, the three of us had arrived at the hole in the bottom of the warship.
Unexpectedly, I felt the whistling sound of wind blowing from inside the ghost ship, which felt cool on my face. It sounded more like someone playing a musical instrument in the warship.
As I observed before, it was pitch black inside the ghost ship and nothing could be seen.
In order not to miss any corner, the three of us took out three headlamps and put them on our heads respectively.
The gears of the three headlights have been adjusted to the maximum. It stands to reason that the simultaneous illumination of the three headlights is enough to illuminate a large space.
However, the light actually illuminated is so insignificant, it can only ensure that a small distance of one or two meters away in front of the eyes can be seen clearly.
It was as if the light of the headlamp had been swallowed up by this strange darkness.
The cabin is very familiar to me. In my impression, the interior of the cabin usually has a path leading to the dark side. It is very simple. Even a blind man can walk freely and naturally in it while groping.
But after entering this ghost ship, the chaos inside really caught me off guard.
A three-way road appeared directly in front of us, which made us not sure which one to take.
Since entering this underground fortress, I think this situation of choice has appeared many times, but this time it doesn't seem to be a maze, it just allows us to choose to see which one can lead to the key. s position.
In the tomb robbing business, the most taboo thing is to work alone. If something goes wrong, there won't even be anyone to help.
Unity leads to life, division leads to death, this is the eternal truth in this industry.
In the past, even if they were forced to separate, at least they would go together with two people, but now they will face being alone.
Naturally, Liu Baye also knew the dangers of traveling alone, otherwise he would not have called the Dabao Erbao brothers and the driver Brother Wang.
But faced with the fork in the road before him, Liu Baye finally chose to walk alone.
After a few words of advice from each other, Liu Baye took the lead and walked into one of the passages.
"Dongzi, if you encounter trouble, just shout!"
"This is the last one, hold it for you. If you encounter another monster, blow it to pieces!"
Erbao handed the only remaining grenade in my hand, and then took out a machete. After smiling at me, he walked towards another passage.
I looked at the grenade in my hand. I stood there blankly for a while. Until I could no longer feel the slightest sound from Liu Baye and Erbao, I put away the grenade and turned around and walked into the room left for me. In that dark passage.
I thought there would be many cabins in the passage I was in, too many for me to count.
But what puzzled me was that although the road in front of me was winding and winding, it was going straight ahead. I didn't see half of the cabin, not even a door.
I don’t know how long I walked, but I came across a staircase that went straight up. There was a faint golden light flashing dozens of meters above.
I didn't know where the exit led, so I could only climb up the stairs and climb up.
A few minutes later, I finally poked my head out of the exit. It wasn't until that moment that I realized that I was already on the deck of this huge ghost ship.
There is nothing too special on the deck. There are decayed remnants everywhere. The only thing that stands out is the eight waist-like thick masts standing high in front of me.
Looking up, just like what I saw below, each mast was hung with shriveled and rotten human heads.
"Damn little day!"
I yelled and cursed, swung my claws and swung back toward one of the masts, ruthlessly tearing off the already rotten mast rope.
As the ropes were torn, several withered heads on the mast fell down smoothly, making a muffled sound when they landed on the old deck, but every sound touched my soul vividly.
The heads of our Kyushu compatriots may have been hanging on this mast for hundreds of years, and it is time for them to rest in peace.
The second root, the third root, the fourth root, the third...
In order, I tore the ropes from each mast and let my compatriots fall down.
Although I can't find a burial place for them, at least I won't let them hang in a humiliating posture.
The ropes of seven masts have been torn, and only the last one is left in sight.
I followed the same pattern and raised the dragon's claw and swung it towards the last mast.
But just when the dragon's claw was about to touch the mast rope, I suddenly froze on the spot.
Tick tock...tick tock...!
Drops of eye-catching liquid are dripping down from the top of your mast. The liquid is so dazzling that I can't move my eyes at all.
A strong smell of blood poured into my nostrils, causing my brows to furrow slightly and my scalp to feel cold and numb.
Looking up, the mast in front of me is the same as the previous seven, with eight heads hanging on it.
But the heads on this mast are different, four of them are shriveled, and the remaining five are so fresh, with bright red blood dripping freely down the fractures in their necks. .
Just like the other shriveled heads, the five heads all had extremely frightened expressions, their eyes were wide open, and a pair of eyeballs seemed to be about to burst out of their eye sockets.
Although those five people looked a little unfamiliar, I was still sure of their identities. They were clearly the five men who came down with the man named Tan.
I don't know what happened to them on this ghost ship that caused them to suffer such humiliation.
These people may have wanted to kill me, or they may all be a group of people who are greedy for pleasure, and they are all desperadoes who harm other people's lives.
But one thing is indelible, that is, they were born in Kyushu and are people from Kyushu.
Even people from Kyushu cannot bear the humiliation of this Japanese pirate.
He swung his claws again and tore off the rope of the last mast. The four withered and five living heads fell one after another, falling on the deck. In the pool of bright red blood.
"Hey hey hey hey...!"
Just when I was staring at the heads in that place and thinking about life, an extremely weird laughter suddenly came to my ears.
I turned my head suddenly and found a figure faintly visible in an open cabin door.
The figure was in the darkness inside the door, and his appearance could not be seen clearly, but he could clearly see the pair of blood-red eyes, and the sword with a cold light and bright red blood sticking out of the door.
Just by seeing that sword, I already knew that the five people who died tragically died under the edge of this sword.
"Whoever dares to kill my fellow Kyushu compatriots, get out and die!"
I yelled angrily, and the dragon's claws made a clicking sound in my hand.
I don't care who the other person is, I can't wait to twist off his head and hang it alone on the mast!
