This pirate is not too cold

Chapter 172 That's right!it is me!

Walpo was horrified.

At first, when he saw the faint purple fluorescent ghost, he thought it was an illusion that he saw in the haze.

But when the ghost blew out the lights, he was finally sure that the ghost actually existed!
Haunted... troubled... troubled... haunted?
The castle is haunted?

Walpo sat on his bed with the quilt in his arms, his eyes fixed on the ghost not far away.

But the ghost didn't seem to have any hostility, and was still smiling at Walpo, as if seeing an old buddy he hadn't seen for a long time.

Then the ghost blew out another lamp, and the light in the room grew dimmer.

"You...you...you...don't come here! I'll call someone if you come here again!"

Frightened by this inexplicable ghost, his mind went blank, and Walpo felt a little incoherent even when he spoke.

The ghost ignored him, and was still slowly preparing to blow out the next lamp.

"Moo ha ha ha..." Walpo suddenly kicked back the quilt and laughed.

"I see, you ghost actually has no entity, you can only scare people, right? Are you some guy's prank?"

Or if there are advantages to being funny, Walpo's courage is obviously stronger than others because of his personality.

During Walpo's confident analysis, the ghost had already blown out the last light. At this time, the bedroom was completely dark, and only a trace of lavender remained on the ghost's body. dim fluorescence.

It wasn't until the ghost began to approach Walpo slowly that Walpo finally started to relax.

"Come on!"

Walpo cried out.

But he was horrified to find that none of the guards outside responded to him.

"Help!"

Walpo jumped off the bed, and he rushed directly towards the door.

But in his panic, he failed to open the door.

Although the ghost's speed was not fast, because Walpo had nowhere to escape, he was slowly approaching him instead.

"what--"

Outside the bedroom, inside the castle, there was suddenly a shrill scream.

Walpo recognized the owner of the voice at that moment.

"Chess, is that you a chess piece? Hurry up and protect me!"

"Black Morimo, Dalton, are you all there?! Come on!"

Although the voices outside became chaotic, no one came to protect Walpo.

Walpo felt like he was going crazy.

"Moohahaha...the door is finally opened!"

In a hurry, Walpo finally opened the door of his bedroom.

He swished through the half-open door and closed the door with a "bang".

Before he had time to take a breath, Walpo glanced around, and with the help of the light on both sides of the corridor, he was horrified to find that the soldiers who were originally responsible for defending him had already been lying on the ground.

No wonder they never came to protect themselves!

"Huh...huh..."

His body softened, and Walpo sat down, leaning against a pillar.

But what happened next made him open his mouth wide in shock, as if his jaw fell to the ground without knowing it.

Under Walpo's inconceivable gaze, the previous ghost emitting purple fluorescence actually got out from behind the wall, completely ignoring the existence of the wall!
The fear in his heart and the previous struggle had almost taken away all of Walpo's strength, and he couldn't run anymore.

Just a second before the Rakshasa ghost touched him, Walpo doubled his eyes and passed out blissfully.

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The next day, the soldiers found Walpo unconscious and foaming at the mouth in the corridor outside the king's bedroom.

Everyone hurriedly sent Walpo back to his own bed. It was not until the afternoon that Walpo finally woke up.

"Lord King!"

Walpo opened his eyes, and several familiar faces came into view.

"Chess...Black Morimo...Dalton..."

Walpo bounced off the bed with a "wow", and he threw himself into Dalton's arms and cried loudly: "I'm scared to death, wow..."

I don't know how long it took before Walpo, who was frightened into a nervous breakdown, finally recovered a little bit of sobriety.

"Dalton, what's wrong with your head?" Walpo saw a big bump on Dalton's head.

"Uh, back to your lord, I accidentally bumped into a wall last night." Dalton looked a little embarrassed.

Strange to say, Dalton remembered that he had already caught up with the black cat, but why did he hit the wall directly after he sprinted?
Where did that cat go?

"Chessman, what's wrong with your face?" Walpo saw the dense bandages wrapped around the face of the chess piece.

"That...was scratched by a black cat last night..." Chessman managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Black cat? Did you all play with cats last night? You bastard! Didn't you all see a ghost?" Walpo recalled, then flew into a rage.

"What ghost?" This time it was Dalton's turn to be stunned.

"That's... hey... why are you here, Mr. Carl?"

Walpo was about to explain just now, but found Karl actually walked in.

"Oh, I heard that His Majesty the King is sick, so come and see, Your Majesty, are you okay? If you still feel unwell, you can ask my sister to take a look, she is also a doctor."

"No, no, I have 20 doctors, they are enough!" Walpo waved his hands hastily, he didn't dare to let that money-obsessed kid see him.

At that time, just for the medical expenses, why not let her evacuate her treasure house?

Walpo rolled his eyes, and cautiously asked Carl tentatively: "Mr. Carl, did you sleep well last night?"

"Okay, this castle is very comfortable, not bad!"

"Didn't you come across anything strange?"

"what?"

"Like...a ghost?"

"Is it this kind of ghost?" Karl summoned a Rakshasa ghost directly in front of him.

"Oh my god!" Walpo was so frightened that he almost jumped out of bed.

Dalton's also immediately became alert.

"Oh, don't be afraid, my lord, this is my devil fruit ability, ghost fruit, they are very obedient." As he spoke, Karl summoned two identical ghosts.

Walpo's eyeballs popped out of shock.

"I have the habit of practicing at night, and generally there will be no problems, but sometimes one or two mischievous ghosts may sneak out to play...My lord king, you won't meet my ghost, will you?"

(End of this chapter)