Demon Royal Family

"The white planks stopped."

Ivo searched the bottom of the sea but didn't find anything. He was suddenly puzzled. He thought that the white board had failed. After pulling away, the white board moved again and still stopped on the empty sea.

Ivo was puzzled.

The sound of paddling reached Ivo's ears from afar. Ivo was stunned for a moment and hurriedly used his sea sense. His sight extended to a mile away and saw a dwarf holding a raft and sailing on the ghost sea.

It was Orton.

Ivo was stunned, appeared in front of the raft, looked down at the raft, and asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"

When Orton saw the giant appear, a smile appeared on his tired face, "I finally caught up with you, my friend."

Ivo turned back into a human and landed on the raft with a strange look on his face, "How did you follow me?"

Orton smiled brightly, "I saw you heading in this direction on the island, so I followed you."

Ivo pursed his lips and said, "In other words, you are just following the direction I left. Do you know how small the chance of meeting me like this is?"

Orton laughed, "Didn't I find you now?"

Foolish people are blessed, Ivo said silently.

"Why do you insist on following me?" Ivo frowned.

Orton's eyes widened in surprise, "We are friends, how can you leave me and play alone?"

Ivo's head hurts. Why are there such familiar people in this world? ! Although you are a dwarf, you are too enthusiastic!

"No matter how many times you say it, I am not your friend." Ivo said coldly, "Stop pestering me."

Orton looked innocent, "Did I do something to make you angry?"

"You..." Ivo was about to speak, but suddenly his eyes shrank and he looked towards the misty sea in the distance.

The shadow of a black ship slowly approached, accompanied by ethereal singing, the rhythm was vast and distant, like a requiem.

“Ghosts sing softly, lamenting the past.

Dreams are as bright as stars, just like drifting with the tide.

The storm dances, leading out the sleeping ones.

The freshness withers and fades, without distinction between the world and the underworld.

Life is the beginning of death, and death is the continuation of life.

The truth contains reincarnation, only the dead can peek..."

With the ethereal singing, the shadow of the black ship gradually became clear. It was a tattered sailing ship. The sails were broken like a fishing net. The hull was covered with coral shells and seaweed. It was like a shipwreck that had sunk for countless years. There were several pieces of fish left in the belly of the ship. There is a hole in it. Logically speaking, it is impossible for such a broken ship to sail. However, something contrary to common sense happened just like that.

"Ghost ship!" Orton exclaimed, "I thought it was just a legend!"

The broken sailboat slowly approached, and a hoarse voice came from the bow.

"I smell the breath of the living. Do you want to get on board?"

Ivo stared intently, and saw a figure dressed as a standard pirate captain standing on the bow of the ship, wearing a tattered cloak coat and a captain's tricorn hat. His left eye was covered by a black eyepatch, and he had a beard as long as his chest and numerous thin braids. He had messy long hair, was smoking an old pipe in his mouth, and standing on his shoulder was a parrot that tilted its head and looked at Ivo.

If there is anything weird, the bodies of this man and the parrot are semi-illusory green, and their eyes have no eyeballs, but are erratic green will-o'-the-wisps.

Retaining most of the human appearance, being able to speak, and possessing wisdom, this is a high-level undead!

Shadowy figures appeared on the ghost ship, all skeletons and ordinary undead, staring at Ivo and Orton silently.

"Ghost, ghost..." Orton trembled all over and hid his body behind Ivo.

Ivo was speechless, "It's just the undead. You don't even have this knowledge, do you?"

"Hey, that's long!" Orton stammered: "Everyone has flaws, I'm just afraid of ghosts."

Ivo ignored him, looked at the ghost ship captain, frowned and said, "Who are you?"

The captain of the ghost ship laughed hoarsely, and his tone was inexplicable, "Who am I? Does it make sense to ask an undead such a question? The memories of my life have long been scattered like smoke. If you want to know my identity, I can only tell you, I It’s called Reed now.”

Ivo raised his eyebrows and said, "Listening to what you are saying, there seems to be a story."

"Stories are meant to be told to others. All I have are broken memories." Reed puffed on his cigarette. "I've been paying attention to you for more than ten days. You seem to be looking for something. Maybe I can help."

"Don't you think it's dangerous to accept an invitation from a stranger whose position you don't know clearly?" Ivo said lightly, "not to mention the undead who hate the living."

"Whether it's dangerous or not depends on strength. I don't think you'll be so scared that you wet your pants like the dwarf next to you." Reed said slowly.

"Who peed his pants, you undead!" Orton became angry and looked directly at Reed. His courage had just surged up, but was crushed by Reed's terrifying appearance. His voice dropped again, "Those who are not afraid of ghosts are the ones who are afraid of ghosts." unusual."

Ivo smiled, jumped up, and jumped onto the deck of the ghost ship. The undead and skeletons on the deck did not move. When Orton saw Ivo leaving the raft, he suddenly became frightened. He mustered up the courage to jump on the deck as well. He almost peed when he saw that he was surrounded by the undead, and hurriedly hid behind Ivo. Ivo really had no choice but to ignore this familiar dwarf.

Reed walked into the captain's cabin first, "This ship hasn't had any guests for a long time, come with me."

Ivo's face was calm, and he followed Reed into the captain's room. Orton also followed cautiously. The eyes of the undead and skeletons followed the movement of several people. After entering the captain's room, Orton hurriedly closed the door, isolating the many people who made his hair stand on end. sight.

The style of the captain's cabin was the same as that of the entire ship, with dust and cobwebs everywhere. Reed swept the table and chairs, said to sit down casually, and walked into the inner room. Ivo looked around a few times. From the pattern and style of the ship, he could probably tell that the ship was built hundreds of years ago. It had a long history, was dilapidated, and was full of traces of time.

Ivo remembered what Orton said before and asked: "You said you heard the legend of the ghost ship?"

Orton hurriedly replied, "Yes, because the Sea of ​​Mist and the Sea of ​​Ghosts are very close to each other. Many navigators have been to the Sea of ​​Ghosts. There have been rumors for hundreds of years that a broken sailboat can occasionally be seen in the Sea of ​​Ghosts. Wandering, some people tried to get close, but none of the people who got close came back."

"Not all of them came back?" Ivo's eyes flashed and he said cheerfully: "Maybe this ghost ship is a cannibal cave."

Orton was shocked, "No, I don't want to die yet!"

Ivo said slowly: "I'm just guessing."

Orton patted his chest and said fearfully: "Friend, everything depends on you."

"Who is your friend?" Ivo's face darkened. How could he have started chatting with this dwarf without knowing it? People who are familiar with themselves are really scary!

Reed walked out of the room, holding a bottle of red wine with a rotten label and three wooden wine glasses. The wooden wine glasses were actually relatively clean and seemed to have been washed.

"Bad hospitality." Reed said in a hollow tone. After uncorking the wine, the strong aroma of wine hit his face. Orton, who was scared just now, suddenly widened his eyes and licked his lips with greed.

The aroma of the wine rushed into his nose, and Ivo perked up and said in surprise: "This wine is really the best."

"Hundreds of years of wine, it's not much different." Reed poured three glasses, drank it himself, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that I have no sense of taste."

Ivo took a sip and said strangely: "Then what's the point of drinking and smoking?"

Reed puffed on the cigarette and said calmly: "What I taste is not the taste, but the memory."

I'll give you what you can, why don't you say it's loneliness?