The rain fell, and the raindrops smashed themselves to pieces. The wind whipped up, the houses groaned, and some even began to sway from side to side.

The "rumbling" thunder rolled by, the thunderbolt sliced open the heavens and the earth, and the white light dispelled the darkness.

Waves washed over the docks and the sea washed ashore. Then it receded, shedding fish and shrimp shells.

In the room, the faint candlelight flickered.

The room was sturdy, with thick walls that kept the wind and rain out. Fierce white light filtered in through the window and shone on the pale face.

This is a man, in the prime of life, in the prime of life.

He was not tall, less than seven and a half feet, and his body was extremely strong, like a wine barrel, which was completely different from the lean and powerful body of other people who had been at sea for a long time. The skin is also very different, not the metallic brass, but a warm jade-like white.

Perhaps because the scalp is too strong for the hair to break, the head is smooth, like a dough, without half a hair.

The muscles on his body are so strong that they have grown to his face, his face is full of horizontal flesh, his chin is especially wide, and his neck is as thick as his head, which adds a bit of ferocity and a bit of angry King Kong demeanor.

He wore a gorgeous dress, but the sleeves were narrowed, and the hem of the dress was also cut, hanging on a muscular monster, which was just right, but it looked a little smaller, and it was propped up.

On each side of his waist, three gorgeous sharp knives were hung.

Wore a pair of loose bloomers and a pair of expensive cloud boots.

This man is not a good cargo, and he can be regarded as a big name on the nearby route, known as Little King Kong, and is the owner of the King Kong.

As the owner of a solo ship, it is inevitable that someone will hit him with the idea, but after so many years, he is still alive and well, and the wealth he has earned makes people can't help but be envious and coveted. And all this can be preserved, all because his hard work is really terrifying, and he has more than once torn his hands and dared to beat him with pirates, thieves and the like.

But his most powerful thing is not his own strength, but his one-handed knife skills. He carries six sharp knives with him, which can not only stab people, but also kill people with his hands, and in naval battles, he can often jump into the opponent's ship and kill the opponent to the brout.

But such a strong man was now in a cold sweat, his face was pale and bloodless, and the fierceness in his eyes was completely gone, replaced by cowardly fear.

Opposite King Kong, there sat a man, a beautiful man.

Weak, haggard, with pale lips and slightly dilated eyes. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like someone who can scare King Kong, but he did scare King Kong, not only scared, but even pushed King Kong to a desperate situation.

Little King Kong lowered his head: "Tonight, can Uncle Bao let go of the small life." ”

"Helped me get revenge, naturally. The man said weakly that if Ghost Cry was here, he would definitely be able to recognize him, and he was the demon who had fought with Ghost Cry, Bao'er.

The ghost crying knife did not kill him completely, but it also cut off his future.

Demons are not only because of their identity, but also because of their talent.

Bao'er, less than a year old, completely destroyed an island, tens of thousands of people died in his hands, you can imagine how strong his talent is, if he is allowed to grow up like this, he can grow to that point, it depends on his own first.

It can be said that Bao'er's future is the sea of stars.

But the ghost cried with a knife that directly erased his talent ninety percent of nine. He could no longer control the large number of swarms as before, destroy an island as easily as he did before, and no longer act as recklessly as before.

His heart was also directly cut off by Ghost Cry. Now he is so weak that an ordinary woman can hack him to death with a knife because he has been badly wounded.

He shouldn't have stayed so weak, he should have gone away, kept incognito, and took care of his injuries.

However, he was not reconciled, and he wanted revenge.

Fortunately, he still has chips now, which is the little King Kong in front of him and his crew.

He escaped death from the knife of the ghost crying, and at the critical moment, he possessed a bug that fell on the King Kong and lurked.

For dinner, King Kong ate it into his stomach.

And he successfully controlled Little King Kong.

Now he is extremely weak, and the ghost cry is also extremely weak, and he still has little King Kong, and the ghost cry is not, it is time for revenge.

was confirmed, but King Kong was not at ease. He knew that the guy in front of him would never let go of himself, but he had no choice, he could only give it a go, hoping that Bao'er would be soft-hearted.

There was a knock on the door, and little King Kong's belly swelled, and Bao'er disappeared without a trace, which was a gorgeous scimitar, but it was left on the table.

King Kong grabbed his scimitar, stood up, and opened the door when he reached the door.

A thin man stood outside the door: "Boss, the brothers are ready." ”

King Kong is not an ordinary businessman, at first, he was also a pirate, but later he saved enough money, changed his face, and started a serious business.

However, some habits have been preserved.

For example, if they occasionally see a lone merchant ship, they will go and plunder. For example, his men do not call him the shipowner, but the boss.

"Got it. ”

The sturdy body of the little King Kong squeezed out the door, and when he arrived at the hall, in the hall, sitting or standing, a large number of brothers gathered, all fierce and evil, and none of them were good.

"Boss. A brother handed him a hat, and King Kong took it and put it on his head.

Looking around, in the dim candlelight, the brothers were as usual, either calm and numb, or eager to try, but there was no timidity or nervousness. The boss wants to return to his old business, and the brothers just follow, and there is no complaint, no fear, but a little excitement.

"Let's go!"

The door of the hall slowly opened, and the wind and rain poured in, and the hall was half soaked in an instant, and all the candles were blown out in an instant.

Everyone lowered their heads, braved the wind and rain, touched the darkness, and walked out of the door in silence.

Ghost Cry lives in a private house, a single-door detached house, with two floors. With him, there are also fake monks, Xiaoyu, Lao Jia and other nine, a total of nine people.

At the moment, it is getting late. But no one went to sleep in the bedroom, and all of them stayed in the hall. Or put the table and bench together as a bed, or simply lay on the floor, leaving Xiaoyu and Lao Jia to keep vigil, and the others all fell asleep, not at all unable to sleep because of nervousness.

Ghost Cry was protected in the middle, and he slept soundly, only coughing twice from time to time, and there was a bit of harshness in this large pile of snoring.

Outside, there were a lot of people in the rain.

A shivering guy circled the house in the rain, never finding what he was looking for. The horse, not there.

He scratched his head hard, spat on it, and thought to himself, "Could it be that they put the horses in the house?"

Thinking to himself, he jumped off the roof lightly, and suddenly a black shadow appeared in front of him, and before he could react, a sharp knife pierced his throat.

The corpse was dragged to the corner, and a pair of eyes looked greedily at the house, and then they looked around vigilantly, wary of their companions hiding in the dark.

In the house, the bell shook slightly, and just as it was about to ring, the ghost cry suddenly turned over and covered the bell.