The Pirate I Am Undead

Chapter 46 Pirate Mengka

Mo Jing's laughter echoed above the lawn, and all the crew members were a little confused.

It wasn't until his laughter died down that Garfidel took the opportunity to complain:

"Captain, you're still laughing at this time!"

This hot-tempered girl looked completely distressed at this moment.

In her opinion, even if a good sharp knife and a batch of ship materials were given to them directly, they could not compare with the value of the Slippery Fruit.

That’s hundreds of millions!

As a woman, she couldn't imagine how crazy those princes and nobles who longed to become beautiful would be about this fruit!

In fact, this is indeed the case,

Generally speaking, the price of a good sharp knife is only around 10 million beli. If it is not particularly famous or has special value, it will not cost more than 100 million.

The Baoshu "Adam" ship materials required to build a fifty-meter-long three-masted sailboat are only about 200 million beli at most.

The two combined are far from enough to compare with the value of Slippery Fruit.

but……

"The auction house came to your door to blackmail you, why don't you laugh?"

Mo Jing pressed his elbows on the armrests of the seat and supported his face. The smile on his face had not completely disappeared.

"But the slippery fruit is also lost!" Garfidel said in frustration.

She had no idea what the captain was thinking.

Mo Jing gently shook his finger: "Who said it was lost?"

Beside, Eden, who had just climbed onto the stool, his eyes lit up and he looked at Mo Jing with admiration:

"Captain, did you steal it back?"

Boom!

Eden grinned and covered the swollen head on his head.

Mo Jing calmly retracted the hilt of his sword.

He didn't explain too much, got up and put on his gray windbreaker, hung Vendetta around his waist, moved his body, and walked out with everyone.

"Captain, where are we going?" Garfidel chased after Mo Jing, backed up, and asked beside him.

"Of course I want to see which good brother is so generous and gave me such a big gift!"

Go out and follow the flow of people.

Relying on his sense of the Slippery Fruit, Mo Jing led the group of people through twists and turns, going more and more remote. Half an hour later, they arrived at a place that looked like a small fishing village on the other side of the island.

It's hard to see any pedestrians when we get here. There are insects and birds chirping all around, but the human voice is missing.

The only thing that can tell that this place is connected to the black market is the crooked houses. They follow the consistent style of the black market. The thick gaps in the walls are basically not windproof and rainproof. Many of them look more like A temporary wooden shed built to facilitate fishing at sea.

Compared with the houses made of broken wooden boards on the black market, the only advantage is probably that the wood is relatively new!

It seems that this small village did not exist for a long time.

It was hard for Mo Jing to imagine that the guy who had the ability to steal the Slippery Fruit from the auction house would live in such a shabby place.

This kind of place is not safe and reliable for hiding things.

Fishing nets and fish skins are drying on wooden racks around the house.

Before I even got close, a strong fishy smell wafted out.

Mo Jing and his party walked in and finally saw people - some people who were missing arms and legs, or who were visibly sick, covered with flies, and lying dying on the roadside.

Most of them were motionless, and the only way to tell whether they were alive was through the occasional movement of their eyes.

Next to the muddy road, behind the dilapidated wooden house... numb eyes stared at their group of uninvited guests.

Wuzaoyu seemed a little uncomfortable, and even Ajin frowned in displeasure. He explained to everyone in a low voice that these people were all abandoned after being squeezed out of value by this black market.

Some of them are gamblers who spent a lot of money in the past, some are slaves who were captured by salvagers after their pirate dreams failed, and many are people who owe loan sharks and are unable to repay them, so they can only be forced to participate in the bloody games of the underworld... If the black markets look good outside, here lies their disgusting nature.

Regarding this, the black market has never bothered to hide it - the law of the jungle, winner takes all... aren't these what the people who come here are pursuing?

So it must be reasonable to pay the price for this!

In the oppressive silence, Mo Jing led a few people to stand in front of a small wooden house and knocked on the door.

No one answered.

He was about to try to push the door open when a thick voice came from the side.

"Hey, what do you want to do?"

In the shadow next to him, a tall and strong body slowly stood up, like a monster hiding in the shadow. When it didn't move, it was as plain as a stone. It wasn't until he bared his fangs that the ferocious aura spread. Come.

"Don't go near that room! Stay away, do you hear me?"

Visibly, the muscular man became angry.

It seemed that just the actions of Mo Jing and others standing in front of the door were enough to make his anger bar rise!

baffling!

Mo Jing frowned slightly.

He knew this man. Yesterday in the small bar, Akin singled out the Tulip Pirates. When he was exchanging information with the Gray-headed Albatross, there was actually another person in the bar besides the bartender!

This guy had been drinking from the beginning to the end, paying no attention to the chaos in the bar.

Because he was too unique, it made Mo Jing look twice.

Unexpectedly, we met here again today.

Fate, or...

Mo Jing glanced at the strong man's steel chin and the exaggerated steel ax on his modified forearm, and retracted his hand.

"What do you call it?"

Those who can enter the tavern are usually people with special status. If the other person can sit and drink inside, it is obvious that his status is extraordinary.

Mo Jing glanced at Wuzayu.

Several people immediately dispersed and walked to different locations, vaguely surrounding the wooden house.

The strong man did not react to their actions. Instead, he looked extremely angry at Mo Jing's question:

"What do you call me? What do you call me? You don't know me? What is my name?..."

He covered his head and his voice became more and more crazy, but he made a movement in the next second and his whole body returned to calm.

He lowered his arms and said calmly: "Hello, I am the pirate Mengka who has been a naval captain for three years!"

The voice was mechanical and dull, without any ups and downs, just like a leader who was forced to read a manuscript!

Even Ah Jin saw something was wrong.

"Captain, something's not right!" He whispered, already holding the weapon in his hand.

Even though anything can happen in the world of One Piece, and the humans here have long been accustomed to all kinds of anomalies, Monka's transformation is still too abrupt, making people suspicious.

As a time traveler, Mo Jing naturally noticed the problem at a glance.

Suddenly all kinds of conjectures came to mind.

Renovation? Hypnosis? Or simply having this habit... In the world of One Piece, this is not impossible.

But it doesn’t matter!

Mo Jing shook his palm, and a figure swept out from beside him!

Because Ah Jin will take action!

The sound of fighting came, and Mo Jing turned his head, no longer paying attention to the direction of the two of them.

He adjusted the vendetta on his waist to a suitable position, ignored the roar of "Don't come near that room" in his ears, pushed the wooden door open, looked around, and walked in.