At this moment, it was early in the morning, and the sky was numb, and a thick fog rose from the sea, as if walking in the heavenly palace.

Unfortunately, as you get closer to the dock, you will find that this is not a heavenly palace, but a purgatory on earth.

The smell of blood, mixed with the sea breeze, permeated the docks, and before they even got closer, they could already smell it. The dock was chaotic and busy, with people coming and going, laughter and crying. The fog was too big to see all of it, only human figures, as if a ghost loomed in the fog.

Pirates are vicious, and in other places, everyone is feared, but here, they are as well-behaved as rabbits. Monsters, evil ghosts, Jiangyang thieves, evil monks, zombie water ghosts, and demon god believers are mixed in, and none of them are good.

The corpse of the demon beast was dismembered and brought ashore, dragged by a cart, and the blood on the flesh was sprayed on the dock covered with wooden planks, and some remained on the dark red planks to precipitate, and some of them flowed into the sea along the cracks of the planks.

The stench of decay mixed with the smell of fish, and it made people dizzy. The white bones were washed ashore by the sea, piled up on the shore, and the resentment was rampant, and the demons lurked in it.

The mountain spirit king, who was as big as a bear, was forced by the whip to howl and command a large group of ordinary mountain spirits half a person tall, struggling to carry the goods.

The head of a fish as big as a carriage, staring at those gray eyes, opening a large mouth full of sharp teeth, spraying blood, was carried into the car.

The evil ghost floated by laughing, and the bewitching vixen was thinly dressed, huddled in the crowd and sweaty, and a coquettish voice beckoned the guests.

An ugly-looking witch who sells broth runes. A fortune teller, the front of the stall is crowded with people, divining the auspicious weather.

In the distance, some ships were lit up.

The ships were clustered together, densely packed.

The bearded man pointed out the rivers and mountains to these sea ships, and introduced them one by one for the ghost cry.

Some are as big as towering city walls, majestic and magnificent, called treasure ships, like square cities on the top, and sharp knives on the bottom. The small ones can hold nearly a thousand people, the large ones can hold thousands of people, and some legends even say that they can hold 10,000 people. The treasure ship is the absolute centerpiece of the voyage fleet, with most of the supplies on it, and is a moving castle on the sea.

Some were slender and could fit two to five hundred people, called clippers, and were used to guard treasure ships.

Some are as small as light boats, like barracudas, called wave-breaking boats, some can hold thirty or fifty people, some can fit more than ten people, different sizes, mainly used for sentinels, hunting fish, and sometimes used to escape.

The main ones, these three, and the subdivisions, will not be repeated one by one.

In front of a small wave-breaking boat, the bearded man stopped. On the boat that broke the waves, a man with triangular eyes jumped down. The man was nearly seven and a half feet tall, slightly short, bald, without eyebrows and beards, wearing a sleeveless shirt, open, revealing the blood-colored dragon tattoo on his chest, his trouser legs were pulled up high, and a sharp knife pinned to his waist, the sharp knife was two or three feet long, exquisite and gorgeous, and decorated with jewels.

He opened his mouth and said, "Lao Wang, is that him?"

"It's a ghost crying. The bearded man introduced the two: "This is a fake monk." ”

"Yes. "The devil cried and gave up.

The fake monk touched his bald head, and looked at the long knife in the ghost crying hand with a smile: "This knife is not easy to use on water." ”

The ghost cried, "It works well in my hands." ”

"Not necessarily. The false monk said, "You and I only have two steps, my sword is short, your knife is long, if I draw the sword, you will die." ”

Ghost Cry raised his eyebrows, lowered his hat, and his whole face fell into shadows, leaving only a stubble chin: "That's not necessarily. ”

The fake monk smiled at the bearded man, and the bearded man took two steps back, allowing the ghost to cry and confront the fake monk.

The fake monk's hand suddenly reached out to his waist, and at the same time he pounced on the ghost and cried. Ghost Cry raised his head violently, and his body sank.

Choke!

The sword shines.

The fake monk's knife was pulled out faster, but the ghost cry's knife was not much slower, and it followed.

The sharp knife pierced the devil's chest, and he didn't spare half of his hand. However, he was still more than a foot away from Devil Cry's chest, and he couldn't get any closer.

Nearby, the end of the world!

He's fast, but the devil's legs are faster.

He entered, and the ghost wept back. He went further, and Ghost Cry took a step back. At the same time, Oni Cry drew his knife.

As soon as the knife came out of the sheath, the fake monk knew that he had lost.

The blade of the long knife in the hand of the ghost cry is more than twice the blade of the sharp knife in the hand of the fake monk.

The speed at which the ghost cries and draws the knife is a little slower than the speed at which the fake monk draws the knife, which is one percent of the time it takes for the fake monk to draw the knife.

Therefore, in comparison, the knife of Devil Cry is faster, and it is more than a star and a half, looking at the length of the knife, looking at the difficulty of drawing the knife, it is several times the difference.

The false monk only saw a flash of white light, and the sharp tip of the knife pressed against his eyelids.

Yikes!

White smoke rises, eyelashes curl, and the blade is scorching in the cold morning. The fake monk endured without blinking, glaring at the ghost and crying fiercely.

Devil Cry holds the scabbard in one hand and the brass blade of the long knife in the other, like a sculpture.

The fake monk's lips cracked, revealing yellow teeth hanging from the shredded flesh. His teeth were ugly, jagged, and two were missing, making them even uglier.

If the ugliness of the ghost crying is the ugliness of ferociousness, and his ugliness is the ugliness of horror.

In the midst of ugliness, the hairless head occupies four points, the triangular eyes occupy two points, and finally the teeth in the mouth.

"What a quick knife. The fake monk had a weird smile on his face and said, "On the shore, ten of them are not your opponents, and you have passed my level." ”

As he spoke, he took his fingers and pinched the blade of the Devil's Cry.

呲~~

Another puff of white smoke came out, and the smell of meat filled the air. The fake monk frowned slightly, the smile on his face was a little distorted, and he slowly pushed the Ghost Cry long knife away.

The ghost cried and put the knife back into the sheath, and the fake monk also received the back sheath, put his hand behind his back and laughed: "Follow me." ”

said and jumped on board.

The bearded man patted Ghost Cry on the shoulder and said, "Let's go." ”

Immediately after, he also jumped on board.

The ghost cried and led the horse, and he was about to get on the boat.

"Wait!" The fake monk suddenly stood in front of Ghost Cry, glanced at the horse behind Ghost Cry, and then turned his head and said to the bearded man dissatisfiedly: "Old Wang, you didn't say that there is another horse!"

"There are three or four thousand of you, not a horse, are you?"

The fake monk sneered: "It's not bad, but it's a question of whether he can feed him on the horse and bring it on the boat." ”

"Don't worry. The ghost cried, "It can feed itself." ”

"It's the first time I've heard of being able to feed my own horses. His eyes looked at the big black horse, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "This horse, shouldn't it be a sperm?"

"Yes and what. ”

"Then you can't bring it. The fake monk's smile was thicker, and his appearance was uglier, like a zombie ghost who opened his mouth to eat people: "The meat of monsters tastes more beautiful." If he can transform into shape, it's good to say, if he can't transform into shape, you can't keep it in the face of three or four thousand salivating mouths. ”