Mysteries of the Earthsea

"We will be here soon, and everything has been normal recently, and there were no mistakes in the middle."

　　 "But I've always had no bottom in my heart lately. The more this is the case, the easier it is for things to happen towards the end."

　　 "My diary is writing some gibberish, but I didn't see it at all. The last time showed that the future it predicted can be changed."

　　 "Since both good and bad things can be changed, then I think watching its predictions is a waste of time."

　　 "The crew can't wait, they are a little irritable, but this is also normal. After all, it is really too crowded for people from four boats to squeeze onto two boats."

　　 "For this reason, I implemented a bed rotation system on the Narwhal. I assigned a bed to three different people, each responsible for eight hours, so that at least the place to live is enough."

　　 "Sleep is a very important thing. If you don't get enough sleep, then the crew's energy will decrease severely."

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　　 "As long as we arrive at the place, we must first--"

　　 Charles just wrote this, the intense tension that suddenly appeared in his brain made him painfully throw down the pen, and the pen fell on the diary, splashing the starting point of black, and the black gradually disappeared.

　　 "Damn it! What's wrong!" Charles snarled with his hands in his hands and an expression of extreme pain.

　　 I don't know what's going on recently, and I feel this way every time I write in my diary.

　　 This very special feeling of tightness is very uncomfortable, as if something is wrapping his brain, continuously tightening.

　　 Charles first suspected that it was the tentacles that Anna had penetrated into her brain. She also said before that it could absolutely prevent any consciousness replacement. But now it seems that if you can say something else, if you continue like this, I am afraid that I will die first.

　　 "No, after I go back this time, I must ask Anna to take these tentacles out of my head."

　　 This feeling lasted for about five minutes, and finally slowly slowed down.

　　 In this case, Charles didn't feel like writing anymore. After the hastily ended, he turned and walked towards the door to start a new round of boat patrol.

　　 Now this kind of patrol is a bit redundant. The Narwhal is full of people now. There is really an enemy. Before it gets close, so many people will discover it.

　　 Under everyone's respectful gaze, Charr was patrolling from cabin to cabin.

　　 Charles also talked to them from time to time, observing their mental condition.

　　His last stop came to the cockpit. Dip and Nico, who were chatting, saw him coming, and immediately stopped talking.

　　 "Nothing is wrong, right?" Charles looked at the darkness outside the glass window, and the lively deck was full of people. They pointed their fingers towards the dark surroundings.

　　 "No problem, don't worry, there is no danger on the road. I guess because this is the site of 005-3, they dare not come over."

　　 "The more critical the time, the more you can't relax your vigilance. You are all refreshed." Charles said in a low voice.

"Yes, got it."

　　 "How long will we get to our destination?"

　　 "Well...30 minutes at the fastest, probably, the distance is too far, a little error is normal."

　　 "In this case, I don't bother to go back, and wait with you."

　　 Such a small amount of time passed quickly, and soon arrived, and the Narwhal and the airship behind it came to a halt slowly.

　　 "Here? Why is there nothing?" Charles leaned forward, squinting his eyes looking for something in the dark.

　　 Nico carefully re-checked the voyage record and said categorically: "Yes, it's here."

　　 Charles, with frowning brows, touched his chin for a while, then stretched out his hand to grab a lever on the dashboard and instantly pulled it to its lowest level.

　　 "Papa Papa" All the searchlights on the Narwhal were on instantly, and she was like a lighthouse in the darkness at this time.

　　 The light worked, and soon a hazy black figure appeared in the darkness at the angle 30 on the right.

　　 When it appeared, everyone on the boat was stunned.

　　 Although the thing stopped where it was, the sound of everyone's breathing suddenly became quieter.

　　 "Ahhh!!" Charles held his head in pain again. That tightness reappeared.

　　 This unusually uncomfortable feeling almost made him want to lift his head, put his hand into his brain, and tear off those tentacles.

　　 "Captain, are you okay?" The nervous Dip rushed over and helped him up.

　　 "Captain, you have to hold on when it's critical." Nico walked to the other side and reached out to support the other arm.

　　 The tightness is getting stronger and stronger, and there is a whole burning sensation from the almost forgotten spider tattoo on his neck.

　　 Although Charles is in pain now, he does not want to delay business.

　　 "Leave me alone, get the boat over and we will start right away."

　　The closer the distance, the stronger the abnormal reaction of Charles's body, but he can endure it with difficulty.

　　 "Come here and help! Get everything out of the medical room." Linda, who walked onto the deck with a wooden box, ordered to the others.

　　 "Captain, your condition doesn't look like a disease, please forgive me for not being able to help you." Linda finished speaking, and took out a human rib from the wooden box and rowed something on the ground.

　　 Soon with the help of others ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a triple nested circle appeared on the ground. Linda was discussing something with Bandage from time to time, and seemed to be exchanging details of the circle.

　　 "Stop the ink, hurry up!!" Charles, who was holding his head with one hand, yelled in pain, and now he is covered in sweat, almost as if he had been fished out of the water.

　　 Soon, the three crew members walked to the center of the circle under everyone's gaze, and sat cross-legged with each other in a triangular shape.

　　 They took a piece of paper sent over by the bandage, and began to recite in a low voice, with some filthy spell recorded on it.

　　 Their voices became louder and louder, and their expressions became more and more excited.

　　 Just as their spells gradually turned into hysterical and meaningless screams, Charles suddenly rushed into the circle and lifted the prosthetic limb that had become a chain saw.

　　 "Puff puff~ puff puff~ puff puff~" Three screaming heads fell to the ground, hot blood was instantly pumped out of the aorta, and blood began to rain in the air.

　　 The blood dripped on the ground, on Charles's body, and also on the faces of the crew watching the crew.

　　 They didn't care about it, and everyone including Charles brushed together, looking at the huge black figure like a mountain in the distance.

　　 One minute has passed, two minutes have passed, and three minutes have passed. The thing has not moved.

　　 Everyone had a lost expression on their faces, and they sighed.

　　 Charles covered his head with an expression of pain, stumbled and stepped on the plasma on the ground to withdraw from the circle. "Don't... be discouraged, let's continue!"