Pirate's Swamp Fruit

Soon, the news about a terrifying sea monster appearing near the sea quickly spread throughout the pier, and everyone talked about it, talking about the sea monster.

"It is said that the sea monster has eight tentacles like sickles, and it grabbed a sea king that was bigger than a mountain. With a light twist, the sea king was twisted into pieces."

"I know. I felt something was wrong the day before yesterday. That day I saw a huge shadow swimming under the deep sea from a distance. It seems to be the sea monster you mentioned."

"I heard that the sea monster has eight heads."

"I heard it has eight human feet, and it's a fish with a human face."

As the rumors became more and more exaggerated, Kakaro and the others at the pier gave Wilder a strange look, and murmured, "I may know the sea monster everyone is talking about. He does have a human face and human feet."

"You plan to stand here all the time." Wilder glanced at a few people, and then they came back to their senses. Cacaro coughed a few times in embarrassment, "Then Mr. Wilder plans to stay with us."

"No, you go shopping, I'll go shopping on the island." Wilder said and walked towards the island, leaving everyone in Kakaro with their backs.

After looking at each other for a moment, Kakaro waved his hand, "Let's go, quickly buy the supplies, and then set off early. I have no choice but to reach the Capital of Seven Waters quickly and go back. I swear, I never want to deal with this man again." ”

The other navies nodded in sympathy. Wilder was a beast and a lunatic in their hearts, and it was better to stay away.

Wilder stepped on the huge stone floor that was full of primitive features and was hewn out by hand one by one, and walked at a leisurely pace.

There is moss between the stones, and the houses on both sides are also made of wood and stones, covered with green vines and other plants. As you walk away from the bustling city, the surroundings gradually become quiet, with only occasional sporadic few Small courtyards are dotted on both sides of the path that gradually turns into dirt, and dense forests appear above the line of sight.

Occasionally, a few indigenous people carrying working tools would pass by, and they would look at Wilder curiously.

Wilder planned to find someone to ask about the situation. The legend about this island was just a description of one or two sentences he had read from a tree. Let’s not say whether the monster exists. Even if there is, it must first be described. Only if you know where the monster lives can you go see it.

Just at this time, an old man was leaning against the gate of the yard, smoking a cigarette with a special shape, and there were several young and strong men talking to him around him. From the yard behind him, it was obvious that the old man was a highly respected person in charge, newcomer , What kind of question is it to ask such a person is the most appropriate, old age is destined to make them know more old things than young people.

Putting on a gentle smile, Wilde walked up. At this time, the old man and several young people who were chatting outside the yard also saw Wilde coming, and they all turned around and looked at him with a little bit of guard in doubt.

"Hello, I am a traveler."

"Sao Ga" the others lowered their guard, scratched their heads and looked at Wilder, "What's the matter?"

Wilder's simple and innocent behavior made Wilder smile even more and he went straight to the topic, "I have heard the legend about the monster on the indigenous island. I am very interested in it and want to know more about it."

"Oh, you said that, that is not a legend, it is real." The old man said while smoking a cigarette in a dull and boring way, "although no one has seen his appearance, because everyone who has seen him is dead. .”

At this point, the old man glanced at Wilder and said, "If you want to enter the forest, I have to warn you. Never go east. This is my advice to you, an outsider and traveler."

Wilder smiled inwardly, but on the outside he looked puzzled, "Why?"

"Because of the legend you said, its lair is in the innermost part of the forest. I can't guarantee that it will run from the innermost to the outermost, but I can be sure that you will not encounter it in other directions. Yes, because it is a valley with some cliffs, its huge body is destined to make it impossible for it to pass through the cracks of the valley freely like humans, so if you really want to go to the east, you should stop outside the valley in the end."

"Oh, thank you so much. Your advice is very useful." Wilder took out a pack of cigarettes and handed them to the old man. "Maybe you can try this as a thank you gift from me. He smokes better than you." This one may be better to smoke but not necessarily.”

The old man reached out and took it, staring at the cigarette in his hand with bright eyes, "Because you are so sincere, I will mercifully tell you another news. Although everyone who has seen the monster has died, But it doesn’t mean that people know nothing about its appearance. At least I was lucky enough to see it once when I was young. Of course, it was just a quick glance, so I could survive. You know very well that everyone who has seen its true appearance has died. And this is also the reason why I can live to be eighty-five years old today. I’m surprised. The secret of my longevity is a secret, and I can’t tell you this.”

Wilder watched the old man ramble on without interrupting the speaker, and the smile on his face remained unchanged. However, the young people next to him couldn't help it anymore. Curiously and excitedly, they grabbed the old man's hand and shook it, "Grandpa Baika." "Have you, young man, really seen what that monster looks like?"

The old man known as Bai Ka was shaken so hard that his eyes turned white and he almost died on the spot. "Get out of here, stop, you damn thing."

The young man was excited for a moment, but he also realized that Mr. Baika was about to be shaken to death by him. He quickly let go of his hand and stood aside and said eagerly: "Grandpa Baika, tell me quickly, what does that monster look like?"

Bai Ka glared at him fiercely, snorted coldly, and casually raised the cigarette rod in his hand and smoked it at him. When he was about to draw it, he remembered something, stopped immediately, looked at the cigarette rod, and found that it was in good condition. Wushang heaved a sigh of relief, glared at him again, and said slowly.

"When I was young, I was like you now. I was curious about what the monster said by the adults looked like. One day I made up my mind to see the monster. I didn't tell anyone. Let’s go, I remember that it was late at that time, probably like it is now.” Following Bai Ka’s words, several young people unconsciously raised their heads and glanced at the sky, and the sun had already set.

Baika seemed to be recalling the scene at that time, and continued, "When I approached the valley, I walked very slowly, and I didn't even make a sound of footsteps. I was afraid that even if I made a little sound, the monster would detect it, because I often I heard the adults say that the monster has very sensitive ears and can hear the footsteps outside the valley. At that time, he will wait in the cracks of the valley. It likes to eat humans very much. Only those who cannot stand the temptation and curiosity will be killed. Attracted to the cracks in the valley, that's when it feasts."

"Temptation" Wilder noticed the word.

Baika glanced at him and nodded lightly, "That's right, that monster has a magical talent. It can release a smell that makes humans feel particularly fragrant after smelling it, just like barbecue. Of course, Some people also say that it is the scent of flowers, and some say it is the smell of blood. In short, everyone smells something that is very attractive to him. I don’t know what others think about this issue, but I think the person who smells blood A man of taste must be a pervert."

"Yes." Wilde felt the same way.

Baika glanced at him again, this time with a hint of admiration and relief in his eyes. Several young people next to him caught the meaning in his eyes, and they seemed to have caught something, and they nodded in agreement, "Yes. "

"Damn it, don't interrupt me." However, Bai Ka scolded dissatisfied in return.

After scolding, Baika took a puff of cigarette and continued, "So, that monster not only has terrible hearing, but also has this talent that can attract people to it unknowingly, similar to hallucinations or drugs. Of course, Maybe its sense of smell and vision are equally gifted, no one can say for sure.”

"As you know, I slowed down my movements when I approached the crack in the valley, so I actually didn't make a sound. It's possible that I did, but I deliberately slowed down so that the monster didn't recognize that it was human. There was the sound of footsteps, so I didn’t smell anything strange until I reached the crack.”

"But Grandpa Baika, how did you see the monster like that? The monster shouldn't be waiting at the crack. Could it be that you entered the valley?" After the young man finished speaking, he looked at him with disbelief.

"Damn it, damn it, why do you always like to interrupt me? Don't you know that the elderly have poor memories? Can you understand the difficulty I have in recalling that time?" Baika stood up angrily, smoking the cigarette pole at the young man. on the head.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me. I promise I won't ask any more questions," the young man said, covering his head with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Baika became even angrier and slapped harder, "Damn it, it sounds like I am a very unreasonable old man. I am not one of those people who will curb the curiosity of young people, nor will I Old people who have deprived young people of their inquiring character should remember that what you just did was interrupting an old man, not asking a question, and the two cannot be confused.”

Bai Ka spoke angrily, and when he calmed down, he stroked the cigarette rod in his hand with a distressed face, and took a puff of cigarette when he saw that it was not deformed.

Wilder glanced at the young man with some sympathy. If he could, he would secretly hand him a pack of cigarettes and ask him to hold the cigarette to show his respect for the white card. Perhaps the treatment he received would be completely different from now.

"Let's talk about the monster's appearance. I can't remember the exact process. It's not so much the appearance as the shape. I was very lucky. I saw it at the first glance when I just arrived at the crack. An unforgettable scene.”

"But didn't you say it's hard to recall? Why did you say you'll never forget it?" The young man came over and asked in confusion.

"Oh, God, Mr. Traveler, please wait a moment, let me settle my personal affairs, I believe you are already tired of this damn guy, I will deal with him now. Next I will tell you about my An unforgettable experience when I was young." Baika stood up and smiled at Wilder, who smiled back and nodded.

I don't know if it was Tie Hanhan or what, but at this time the young man hadn't noticed that something was wrong, but pointed at the white card with a face swollen like a pig's head, and said suspiciously: "Look, you clearly Saying it is unforgettable, this constitutes a contradiction with what you said before."

"The dance of one hundred and forty-eight with the ultimate killing of the tobacco pole and continuous smoking" a poetic move name rushed out from Baika's throat. He jumped up, and the tobacco pole fell on the young man's head.

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After a shrill scream, the young man's face was completely out of the scope of the pig's head, and turned into a steamed bun, the kind of steamed bun that was not properly placed, resulting in a sticky ball.

"I swear I won't ask or interrupt Grandpa Baika." Sitting down obediently, the young man said to the wall. His eyes were covered with flesh, so he could not see the outside world.

Baika sat back by the courtyard door again, took a puff of cigarettes and knocked out the ash, took out a pack of cigarettes that Wilder gave him, opened them, lit one and smoked it, suddenly it seemed that he had experienced He showed an expression of enjoyment like a kind of joyful movement, and took a few puffs in succession before starting to speak.

"It was a monster with a body similar to that of a snake. It was far away from me at the time, and because it was covered by trees, I couldn't fully see its appearance, but just from that one glance, I could tell that its size was different. How big."

"How big" Wilder asked.

Baika smoked a cigarette and said, "Let's put it this way, at that time, behind the monster was a huge tree with hundreds of years of age. You know, people like us who deal with forests every day can roughly judge it at a glance The age of the tree, the big tree needs at least ten people to hug it with outstretched hands, but the monster just rolled over and broke the tree. Its size is at least five times that of the tree above."

"Terrible power." Wilde said.

Baika nodded, "Yes, judging from the size, if you want to crush the tree, even if it is five times its size, you can't do it. This can only mean that the power of the monster is greater than judging from its size. There are so many. The most terrifying thing is”

Baika looked around mysteriously for a few times, then lowered his voice and said, "Do you know Shenlong?"

"Dragon" Wilder looked very cooperative and showed some surprise.

Baika sat back again, nodded, and said with certainty: "I suspect that the monster is actually the legendary dragon, because I saw a pair of big horns through that quick glance. The dragon has horns, right?"

"Yes." Wilder said with certainty.

"So, that monster is actually the legendary dragon, but it is not as friendly as the legend says. He eats humans and likes to eat humans."

"I want to go there and meet the "Shenlong"." Wilder said with a smile.

Baika froze when he was about to put the cigarette into his mouth, and the pig-headed bun boy turned around from facing the wall.

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