Pirates: Song of Weary

The naval cemetery, with its tombs everywhere, is not as gloomy as imagined, nor as terrifying as imagined, but only bright and upright.

On a hillside, a brand new cemetery appeared here a few days ago.

At this time, in front of the tomb, a homeless man with a broken right arm, a messed up body, and a mouth full of beard, was leaning on the tombstone, drinking wine after sips.

This homeless man's eyes have lost focus, his face is numb, like a dead person, there is only one instinct left, and that is to drink and then drink.

He wants to numb himself, because only in this way can he make up for the mistakes he made.

"Drip...drip..." Unconsciously, the numb cheeks were already wet.

"Gu dong... gu dong..." His face flushed, he couldn't help it, his throat was hot, like a fire, and the wine was spilled on the ground.

"Wow...wow...wow..." As if opening the sluice, tears fell like rain, the big man lay on the ground and kept wailing.

"Why...why..." His head hit the ground heavily, his face was covered in tears, and the remaining left hand kept hitting the ground, and the heartbroken cry was even more unbearable. comfort.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault... I'm not a good teacher, I'm not a good husband, and I'm not a good father..."

Burying his head in the ground, the big man cried heart-breakingly, "To a person like me, why are you still alive, why don't you die, why don't you die..."

Heart colic, in the whole cemetery, there is only the desperate voice of the big man.

"Pata...patta..." A burst of footsteps slowly stopped in front of the big man, looking at the heart-piercing scream, he couldn't help, the veins spread on his hands, and he knelt heavily on the ground. on the ground.

His face was pale, and he couldn't help it, tears ran down his cheeks. Until now, Xuan Ye still couldn't believe that the little star who loved him and worshipped him would die.

The heart twitched and the colic was unbearable. Looking at the gentle smile on the tombstone, the innocent smile, Xuan Ye couldn't bear it any longer. He put his hands on the ground and tears kept falling to the ground.

Pain, like being dug out of the heart and eviscerated, the despair, the hatred, left Xuan Ye's head blank.

"I don't believe it's true, I don't believe..."

Raising his head and roaring, Xuan Ye was like a desperate ghost, but the reality forced him to accept it.

Perhaps hearing Xuan Ye's cry, the big man who was lying on the ground raised his head, and what caught his eye was the figure that had long since disappeared.

"Haha... I actually had a dream again..." There was still no light in his eyes, the big man just thought it was a dream, because his disciple died a year ago.

Dead, all dead, disciples, wives, sons, students, all dead, and myself, but still alive.

"Ye, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you, your sister-in-law, and your brother-in-law. All of this is the master's fault. Are you blaming the master, so you came back to see me..."

"Don't worry, the master will come to accompany you soon!"

With a desperate look on his face, the big man has a desire to die. Perhaps for him, death is the only way.

He couldn't bear it, he really couldn't bear it, because his heart was already dead and broken, and what was alive now was just a corpse without a soul.

"Master, I'm back!" His eyes were flushed, and tears were constantly flowing. The loose strands of hair were already messy at this time, and Xuan Ye was a little embarrassed because of the hurry.

"I know, my favorite disciple is back, if you resent the master, then resent it!" Still not convinced, Zefa's heart dripped with blood, and he thought it was just a dream.

"Ye, do you know? Your sister and brother died in front of me, but I was powerless. When you died, I didn't even see your last face. It's all my fault, I don't What's the use of knowing that I'm alive..."

"What should I do, what should I do..."

Overwhelmed, Zefa cried, the pain in his heart almost tore his heart and lungs.

"I shouldn't be alive anymore." Suddenly, Zefa's face turned ruthless, he raised his left hand, it was pitch black, and slammed away at his head.

Obviously, he wants to know himself.

"Bang..." Stepping forward, Xuan Ye burst into tears, clutching Zefa's left hand tightly, and under the unbelievable gaze of the former, a smile appeared, "Master, I'm still alive, you still have me."

"Night.. impossible, this is impossible, you are already dead... you are already..."

As he spoke, the dim eyes began to light up, and Zefa's eyes widened, and his only left hand nervously touched Xuan Ye's face, because he was afraid that it was a dream.

Wet, but very warm, at that moment, Zefa's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Alive...you're still alive..." Weeping with joy, he hugged Xuan Ye in his arms, Zefa cried once again as if in a dream.

"Yes, I'm still alive, I'm still alive." They hugged Zefa tightly and cried bitterly.

After dozens of minutes, in front of the tomb, the master and apprentice fell silent.

"Master, tell me who killed the sister-in-law and the brother-in-law, even in the ends of the earth, I will tear him into tens of thousands of pieces." With hatred on his face, Xuan Ye couldn't wait to take revenge.

"Edward Weibull."

With the same hatred on his face, Zefa said the name firmly.

"Edward?" Xuan Ye's face was gloomy and his heart was sinking, but even so, he would not give up revenge.

"What does it have to do with Edward Newgate?" With a face full of murderous intent, few people may know about Edward Newgate, but when it comes to his other name, no one does not know him.

Whitebeard, currently the strongest four emperors in the new world, is known as the strongest man in the sea.

"He claimed to be the son of Whitebeard, and his face was five or six similar, and the weapon he used was also a childish sword."

"Five or six points are similar, I can be sure. I don't care if he has anything to do with Whitebeard, I will definitely not let it go!" With a face full of anger, Xuan Ye couldn't care about so much at this time, even if it was unreasonable , extreme, he will not let go of Whitebeard.

"Master, even a white beard can't keep you, why would a teacher and a teacher..."

In the end, Xuan Ye was most puzzled. You must know that even if Zefa's strength couldn't compete with Whitebeard's, he couldn't be so powerless, let alone a pirate with little reputation.

"At that time, my strength was only four layers!" Heartbroken, Zefa regretted the beginning.

"What the **** is going on!" Xuan Ye's face was gloomy.

"I'm poisoned." Clenching his fist tightly, Zefa's eyes were red.

"Poisoning!" With a cold light in his eyes, Xuan Ye became suspicious. "Master, you mean, on the warship, someone poisoned the food!"

You must know that even if you go out, Zefa will bring the third class of naval cadets, because this way you can also experience it at the same time. That is to say, there are not only the Zefa family, but also thirty or forty students from the new era on the warship.

"En!" Nodding, Zefa said, "But they are all dead, only the four of us are still alive."

"Four?"

"Me, Kim, Ain, Binz, they're still in a coma now."

"they are?"

"My student." said in a deep voice, Zefa said with certainty, "It can't be the two of them, because in the battle, if the two of them hadn't fought desperately, maybe both Xiao Jin and I would have died."

"By the way, my arm..." Reaching out to support the half-disappeared arm, Zefa gritted his teeth and said, "There is more than one murderer."

"Master, you mean there is another person besides Edward Weibull."

"Well, although I don't know who it is, I only noticed a silk thread at the time, and then I lost feeling in my right hand."

"Silk thread!" With his eyes wide open, Xuan Ye was furious. "The account on the Chambord Archipelago has not been settled yet, yet he dares to come out. I think he has lived enough."

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