A strange world

Chapter 665 Section 62. Who is it?

Swan Lake is a huge lake about fifteen to twenty miles wide that surrounds Lost City. It was formed from abundant rain in the south, and is also the source of the Bielsa River... Since the crisis in Lost City, quite a few weird things have spread along the Bielsa River, but these are matters of the southern countries and have nothing to do with Annan's trip. .

The location of the Sphinx shipwreck is only two or three miles away from the outer lake. It is not too far, otherwise there would not be so many survivors, but it is still far beyond the distance Annan sailed on the lake. The lake there is at least tens of meters deep - at least enough to submerge the Sphinx, which is twenty-seven meters high from the bottom of the ship to the mast.

Annan must first sail to the depths of the dangerous Swan Lake, then repeatedly enter the water to find the location of the sunken ship, and then board the sunken ship to find the body of the lake monster, the ship in a bottle, in hundreds of rooms.

If only the Siren was still here... Annan thought, she felt like she was at home at the bottom of the lake.

Fortunately, Annan has a real wise man beside him.

"You still want to do it yourself?"

Annan and the Skeleton King are sitting by the bonfire in the tomb, with the Burnt Girl and the Monsters in the distance.

"Only I am suitable to go... What do you want to say?" Annan suddenly realized that Skeleton King had another meaning.

"Swan Lake is a paradise for weirdos, and a weirdo will have better luck there than you."

Annan looked at the members of the weird prison thoughtfully.

The flame on the candle end almost went out with a pop: "Master Warden, I will die if I fall into the water!"

Annan looked at the drawing board man again, and it vividly painted on the drawing board the scene of it melting after falling into the water.

The slender dancing figure started to dance, hoping to get over it.

Slug jumps for a takedown, but Annan ignores it.

The invisible man remained silent, but the wide-brimmed hat floating in the air came closer to the fire, and then the outline of a hand emerged from the flames. It cannot become invisible once it enters the lake.

"Sir, it seems that I am the only one suitable to do this for you." The last personification stood up, straightened his back, and said resolutely: "But I can't swim yet, please give me a month to learn how to swim first. .”

Damn, these guys are so weird!

Annan had already planned to take them back to Liberty City and then throw them into Fermi's hellfire to polish them.

From this point of view, only the Burnt Girl is a suitable candidate...

"And you." Skeleton King said.

"Me? But I'm not..."

"What if you become weird?"

Annan was stunned and guessed what Skeleton King was thinking: "What should I do?"

The Skeleton King told Annan that possessing a branch from another world made him indistinguishable from the weird, and its magic scroll could also allow Annan to breathe underwater...

It's much better to pretend to be weird than to sneak into the weird lair with the scent of humanity all over you.

"Then I'll go with her to the Sphinx Wreck."

The Burnt Girl is not that smart, and Annan is worried about letting her take risks on her own—in fact, even if the other monsters in the Weird Prison want to go to Annan, they will stop her.

The Skeleton King gave Annan two new magic scrolls and taught him underwater breathing and dark vision.

The former allowed Annan to stay in the water for twenty minutes, and the latter kept him from being unable to see anything after entering the lake. He has at most twenty minutes to find the sunken ship and obtain the ship in the bottle. If he fails to find it, he has to wait for the Skeleton King to create a new magic scroll.

And because it was just a trick, Annan had to surface for air every few minutes.

In order not to be recognized as an old acquaintance by the monster in the lake, Annan also wore a gray robe similar to that of a businessman. The wide edges of the robe were piled at his feet like candle tears.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was noon, the least weird time of the day, they avoided the territory of the lake monster and pushed a wooden boat into the Swan Lake.

The boat carrying Annan floated to the lake, and the painter began to draw the outlines of Annan, the burnt girl and the boat.

Annan grabbed the oar and gently made ripples, heading towards the sunken location on the map.

The weird things scattered under the water appear with covetousness. At this time, the burnt girl will turn into a shadow and come back soon, allowing the boat to be stable for a while.

About forty minutes later, Annan put away the oars. The distance between Lost City and the lakeside in the distance showed that he was very close to the sunken ship.

"Is there anything weird around here?"

The charred girl looked down at the bottom of the boat.

They should be here.

Annan tore open the magic scrolls one after another, activated underwater breathing and dark vision, and then took a deep breath and fell into the lake.

The dull and cold lake water instantly enveloped Annan, and he couldn't help but choked out. As a result, the lake water pouring into his lungs did not cause any discomfort, and dark vision allowed Annan, who narrowed his black eyes, to clearly see the scene under the lake.

The blurred tones tend to be still, as if time has passed through a layer of gray... somewhat like the nihilistic world of Dar Frank, the emblem of the Mages Association of the Principality of Montaburlo.

And at the bottom of the lake where time seems to have frozen, a faded three-masted sailboat sits ancient and silent at the bottom of the lake.

Fortunately, I didn't waste time looking for the Sphinx.

The Sphink's sails had been broken, leaving only the empty mast standing, and the silt and dust had not covered the deck too much. Annan looked at it and suddenly felt a little familiar, like... the shape of a ship in a bottle.

The same three masts, the bow of the ship is slightly tilted, and even slightly tilted at the bottom of the lake, it looks very similar...

Excluding the elements of coincidence, does it mean that it is a precious decoration of the Sphink?

So where would it be placed, the captain's cabin?

Annan lowered his head at this time and saw the shadow of the burnt girl lingering around him. He pointed at the sunken ship and swam to the bottom of the lake.

He got closer and closer to the swollen and deformed deck, but the lake monster never appeared.

The surrounding dust was disturbed by the approach of outsiders and obscured his vision. Annan had no choice but to float slightly and approach the captain's cabin at the bow first.

There was nothing left here. Everything that was not fixed was swept away by the current when the ship sank. Only the larger tables and chairs and a hand bone stuck between the cabinet and the wall were left.

Annan swam towards the cabinet, but when he was about to open the cabinet, the hand bone suddenly grabbed his wrist. Before Annan could react, the charred girl who was haunting him pounced on her, stirring her hand bones into dust that melted into the lake.

Annan gestured to the shadow, trying to use gestures to let the burnt girl understand that he needed a "living mouth".

Opening the cabinet, there was nothing behind the vortexing cabinet door.

The captain's cabin didn't have what he wanted.

Feeling a little tight in her chest, Annan asked the Burnt Girl to follow her, and Annan swam towards the shallow water with a hazy halo.

Wow——

Annan, who emerged from the water, lifted the wet black hair from his forehead and found that the burnt girl had sat back on the boat.

"Why are you so fast?" Annan felt strange.

The Burnt Girl said she was always on board.

"If you had been on the boat..." Annan looked down at the lake, and a dark shadow was lingering around his swinging legs.

"Then who is it?"