No, no, nothing!

The two searched the ghost ship for a whole day, almost overturned the hull and checked it, but still found nothing.

"What magic does this **** ship have."

Ale lost control and threw a punch, breaking the mast on the right side in the middle.

The rotten mast cracked and smashed into the wheelhouse vertically. The wooden planks above were shattered, and the narrow space was suddenly exposed to the air.

"It doesn't make sense for you to do this." Charlene landed on one foot like a seagull, because in the position she was standing, only the palm-sized piece was slightly clean.

"Anyway, it will recover." Yale vented as if he uprooted the mast and threw it into the distant sea: "The only change here is that the silt that was cleared has not returned."

"No, these silts, I'm afraid you and I didn't clean them up."

"What do you mean?" He gradually calmed down.

Charlene maintained her independence on one foot, her star eyes flickering uncertainly: "I hate all filth, I hate it to the core. In other words, I have a very clear impression of them."

She pointed her thin white index finger to the side of the mast: "For example, the small deck on your right, which none of us cleaned yesterday, is clean now."

"You mean, the boat is cleaning itself up?" Yale's pupils shrank.

"It's more than this possibility." Charlene jumped in front of him with one foot, finally put down the other foot, and said with a serious expression:

"Rost's death proves that there must be a murderer in the two ships. Not to mention whether the other party is a human or not, it may be that the murderer cleaned up here."

"There is nothing on this ship. If the entire crew of the Maria is excluded, the murderer can only be a ghost."

"Do you think it's strange that ghosts haunt this kind of ship?" The girl pursed her red lips angrily, turned her head and walked to the edge of the guardrail: "Let's go, go and clean it up, we have to guard the wheelhouse at night."

"No." Yale released black flames with his backhand, like a fishing net swept away, and the silt on the deck was dried into mud blocks in an instant.

"I changed my mind. Since there is obviously a problem with this ship, I will stay here tonight, and the wheelhouse will be yours."

"Whatever you want." Charlene frowned and thought for a while, then took a small step and fell into the sea.

Watching the girl return to the Maria, the boy remembered something and shouted loudly, "I don't want to stand all night, throw a bench here."

"It's too windy to hear." She didn't look back.

Hong Guoguo's perfunctory! It was fine just now, why did it change in the blink of an eye? I really don't understand this guy.

Until the sky was dark and the other party didn't show up, Yale lost the last ray of hope and finally sat helplessly on the ground.

The sea breeze came towards him with the mist, the sticky dampness with a faint sea smell, blowing on his hair, cheeks, and every part of his body.

No matter what you say, you will be arrested!

The young knight was furious, closed his eyes calmly, and sat alone on the deck of the ghost ship, waiting for night to fall.

The sky gradually subsided, and the fog turned into a black mass, covering the sky above his head, with a faint yellow halo, which was the moonlight tonight.

Whoosh! boom! The iron cable flew over from the Maria, attached to the keel of the ghost ship, and a petite figure tapped a few times and jumped onto the deck.

"Well, eat it." Charlene threw a food box.

"Oh." Yale took it in his hands in a daze, and then woke up like a dream: "Aren't you supposed to be in the wheelhouse?"

"Anyway, the paladins are all free, so I'll let them guard." The girl smiled slyly, and immediately regained her arrogance: "Leaving you here alone, I always feel unreliable, don't misunderstand. what!"

"Good brother!" Yale was very moved. He opened the food box and found that it was bacon with bread and a pot of water.

The temperature on the ghost ship was very unpleasant, but it didn't affect his appetite. While eating, the young man watched as Charlene spread out the blanket, which was placed on a slightly cleaner deck.

After swallowing the dinner two or three times, Yale leaned over with a sullen face. The other party neither welcomed nor stopped him, just snorted softly, which was regarded as acquiescence.

He sat cross-legged with his back against the girl, and a faint fragrance wafted from behind him, diluting the stench of a lot of sea fog.

The two sat back to back, in the terrible environment of the ghost ship, which gave birth to a quiet and peaceful feeling.

"Take turns to exchange, you stay in the middle of the night." Charlene suggested, her voice was a little vague.

"Okay." Yale nodded in agreement.

The young man was full of energy and looked around vigilantly, for fear of slackening, I don't know how long it took. A warm and soft body was attached to his back, and he suddenly trembled, hearing the girl's well-proportioned breathing in his ears.

so light...

Yale secretly turned his head, seeing Charlene's peaceful sleeping face, he felt relieved for some reason.

tick...

The sound of pattering water suddenly came from behind his ears, and he turned back in shock.

The wheelhouse of the ghost ship behind him lit up with a faint yellow light. A little light in the dark should be full of hope. This halo, like a beacon that entices into the darkness, is full of death and decay.

Appeared!

Yale immediately prepared to start his hand, but found that the surface of his body was covered with a thin layer of yellow light, like being sealed in an old picture scroll, unable to move.

The two figures in the wheelhouse climbed up, they seemed to come from deeper under the floor, the lights swayed, and one of the dark figures stepped onto the deck first.

In the shadow of the lights, Yale's eyes stained with dragon blood could not see his face, only a silhouette.

Move, move! He desperately mobilized his vindictive energy, but under the suppression of the thin film, the majestic vitality could not rush out of his body.

Watching the two black shadows approaching at every step, the young knight found himself completely helpless.

Clap...pop...heavy, stiff steps.

The dark shadows in front were getting closer and closer, and he finally saw their faces clearly. One of them was a rotting corpse soaked in sea water, while the other was an acquaintance, the helmsman Rost.

This man maintained the expression he had before his death, his eyes were dark red, his face was pale, and bloodshot was dripping from his mouth.

It is indeed a ghost!

Yale's eyes spit fire, watching them approach a little bit, the smell of rotten and rancidity poured into his nostrils, and the black shadow penetrated directly through his body and walked back.

From beginning to end, they didn't seem to see him, as if they were chasing after something, taking one step at a time, walking towards the bow.

After that, Yale couldn't see anymore, he could only maintain a half-standing posture, standing in place. It is completely unclear what the two ghosts behind him are doing.

until dawn...

He just fell to the ground with a plop, and turned around quickly to see that the broken mast was standing in the distance intact, and the two ghosts had long since disappeared.

"Well, why is it dawn?" Charlene was woken up by him, rubbed her eyes, and said in surprise, "Eh? Why is this ship so new?"

"It's new?" Yale tried his best to get out of the chaos, and after a closer look, he really changed a lot. It was like going back in time, most of the incomplete keel was completed, and the deck was restored to order.

He jumped into the wheelhouse, and sure enough, it became clean and tidy. It was originally a half-rotten notebook under the rudder, which was full of silt and rotting.

The young man opened it quickly, only the last page of the notebook contained a line of words:

"...all we need is courage."

What exactly does this mean? He thought his head was about to explode, but he still couldn't figure out any clues.

"What happened last night?"

Seeing his dejected appearance, the girl followed and asked in a low voice.

"A lot, very strange things..." Yale told her everything.

"Really a ghost?" Charlene curled her index finger, biting nervously at the joint.

"One of them is Rost, and the other is probably Kevin who died before." Yale turned around, put away the notebook, and took a deep breath:

"We must go back and tell the Paladins and His Royal Highness Li Jialu about this. Now we need to use their strength."