"You will die! Abandon your companion's trash! The devil will take away your ugly souls!"

"I curse you, you will come down with us soon, ha ha ha!"

"Go to hell! Da da da..." A pirate who could still hold a gun shot at the front.

But the situation is not good, he simply does not have enough power to withstand recoil.

As soon as the fire opened, the muzzle lifted upward uncontrollably, and finally shot all on the ceiling.

No one was hit.

Ashark ran wildly and heard the curses and gunshots behind him trembling.

The screams that followed were slightly relieved.

Because this means that the girl's head is dealing with those injured, and will not catch them up for the time being. They will have more time to escape.

"Look ahead!"

Suddenly, someone shouted in surprise.

Ashak looked forward, and their faces also showed surprise.

It's actually a corner! The straight corridor has finally changed, with a corner in front.

This subtle change made them almost cry with joy.

Perhaps the hope of leaving this **** place finally appeared!

After more than ten seconds, only thirty or so pirates turned, and after a passage of more than 100 meters, they stepped into a huge place!

Where is the dance party held?

Others don't know, but the well-informed Ashak feels that the scene layout in front of him is somewhat familiar.

Isn't this the kind of thing that only exists on luxury cruise ships? Why would a ghost pirate ship also have it?

Although it looks a little rough, it is not magnificent... but hell! Do ancient pirates still hold dances in their spare time? Do you want to be so luxurious, with high-end atmosphere?

"That's..." Suddenly, someone pointed to the front and exclaimed.

Everyone recovered from the surprise, looked in the direction the man was pointing, and couldn't help the buzz in his mind!

On one side of the hall, dozens of corpses lay there, and on the ground next to those corpses, a black invitation letter was quietly placed there.

The invitation letter was not at all conspicuous compared to that terrifying corpse. But I don't know why, everyone saw the corpse and noticed it!

"It's a death notice! But how could it be! Isn't this... ghost ship..." Ashak was surprised first, then his voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he couldn't hear a word with his mouth and mouth open.

He had a ridiculous idea in his heart. Perhaps this ghost ship was not a coincidence at all. Everything was a ghost made by a death judge who was said to be a superpower and had incredible abilities!

But he could not believe it, nor was he willing to believe it. If it is as he thought, what are these of them? Joker?

The crowd approached slowly.

They didn't even know the corpses, but from the familiar skin, it was clearly a pirate like them. If there is no fisherman on this ghost ship...

Because people who go to the sea often have very different skins from ordinary people, they can be recognized with careful attention.

Ashak picked up the death notice and opened his hand slightly, shaking, and the expression on his face froze.

"Shamman, Mecar, Puntland... As you can see, here are the bodies of dozens of Somali leaders of dozens of pirates, so are you ready for the next arrival?

End: The death judge stays.

Click...

The death notice fell directly to the ground, and what happened to Ashak was the least reluctant to happen!

Actually it was the guy called the death magistrate who was controlling all this.

This is ten thousand times worse than getting on a ghost ship.

Because a black hand that is hostile to them and hidden behind the scenes is much more terrifying than passively waiting for them to trigger a dangerous ghost ship.

"Come out! What do you want to do! See what you have done! You madman! Come out!"

Ashak roared around, like a wounded beast, his eyes red.

In the ball hall, his angry voice kept echoing.

At this time, other pirates have also realized what.

Whether it was Ashak’s obvious roar, or something on the ground exactly like the “death notice” they had received.

They are all telling a terrifying fact that everything they encountered was controlled by man!

"Call... call..."

After shouting for a while, Ashack stopped his roar, his eyes were still squinting around, looking at the dark corners that might be hiding the enemy.

Then he gritted his teeth and said, "You must be right here! You look at us like a clown! Crazy man, devil! Say, since you are here, what do you want to say to us?"

Click, click...

The floor is slightly raised.

A group of pirates quickly pointed the muzzle over there, and was shocked to see a wooden statue drilled out from under the board.

Then, from beginning to end became a real flesh and blood body!

"Welcome here, the leader of the 63rd pirate regiment, the tyrant of Mondour, Ashak; Bremen!"

A young voice rang from under the mask.

"What the **** are you!"

Ashak’s pupils contracted slightly. Is this the death judge?

"Strictly speaking, I'm just a puppet, and I don't have much ability, so I don't need to be so nervous." Ye Chen said faintly, still dressed in a black tuxedo, magic bowler hat, white gloves, metal mask.

Compared with other illusions, such a magician dress will be more mysterious. Especially on a spooky ghost ship.

"But... it's still a breeze to destroy a small town." Seeing Ashak slightly relieved, Ye Chenlu's mouth corner slightly outside the mask woke up, and the voice suddenly became a bit cold.

The expression on the faces of the pirates who had just breathed a sigh of relief instantly solidified, and a lot of sweat appeared on the face involuntarily.

How much power is there to destroy a small town? What are you kidding?

"You, what do you want to do, you shouldn't just want to show us your power." Ashak looked ugly. ..

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