The smoky Maria is very quiet, the faint sun walks through the clouds, and the faint light shines on the sea.

The passengers who were usually bustling on the deck disappeared at this moment, and they seemed to be asleep. There was no noise on the deck, only the footsteps of the two of them.

"Where have everyone gone?" Xia Lin looked around suspiciously, but couldn't see a single figure.

With a trace of worry passing through Yale's heart, he quickly rushed to the wheelhouse and opened the hatch. Several paladins lay staggered on the floor, their faces bloodless, and their breathing was well-proportioned, but there was a hint of weakness.

"Hey! Wake up!" He helped one of them up and patted the other's face.

no response……

"Wake up!" A heavy punch hit the paladin's right cheek. After taking a blow, the other party fell silently, but he still didn't wake up.

"I'll take a look at the cabin!" The girl's delicate face showed an uneasy look, and her figure immediately disappeared in the wheelhouse.

It's definitely not as simple as falling asleep, poison? Illusion? Or some kind of spell?

Yale grabbed a paladin's arm, burned his skin with steel vindictive energy, and tried to stimulate him to wake up with pain, but it didn't work.

this! This scene! The boy suddenly realized that the symptoms of the people in front of him were exactly the same as those of Reina at that time.

He was caught up in the memories of that time, and the chills rushed to his spinal cord uncontrollably.

A gust of wind passed behind her, and Charlene turned back. She stroked her forehead, her voice trembling:

"The kitchen, the dining room, the card room, the room, all the corners of the ship, people can be found who have passed out. They almost kept their last movements before going to bed, as if they fainted at the same time."

"I see." Yale put down the paladin's arm and stood up, his mind turning over.

Could it be that this is a death-changing spell targeting the entire Maria? If the assumption is true, how powerful is the guy who cast the spell?

unimaginable……

"A friend of mine, maybe...not really a friend, had similar symptoms. She had been plotted by a witch, slept for a long time, and I used a counter-spell to catch the culprit, and then...I killed the guy, The spell will be lifted naturally."

His eyes met Charlene's eyes, and his broad shoulders rattled:

"Although it's not clear why we're fine, the only people who can save them are you and me. No matter who it is, find it and kill it."

The young man rarely showed hideousness and murderous intent.

"I don't need you to tell me." The girl stepped back and replied calmly. She didn't know why, but in just a short moment of staring at the guy, she actually felt a little timid.

The two rushed everyone to sleep before dark, to prevent them from getting cold, including Saintess Li Jialu... Of course, this Highness was in charge of Xia Lin alone, and Yale was not even allowed to enter the room.

After doing all this, they returned to the ghost ship.

Standing on the deck of the ghost ship, Charlene looked back at the Maria, with a puzzled tone:

"Do you think that ship seems a lot older?"

Yale heard the words and looked carefully. Through the fog, the Maria had indeed become slightly old, and even the new paint on the hull was a little yellowish.

"Are these two ships also swapping?" She frowned slightly, looking uneasy.

"Don't worry about so much for now." He kicked open the barn door of the wheelhouse and pointed to the narrow inner side: "The two ghosts first appeared from here last night, and I'll stay here tonight, I have to see clearly Where do they come from."

"How do you plan to deal with the fixed light?"

"So it's up to you. You stay behind the wheelhouse. As soon as you see the lights, rush over from behind, and try to kill them if you have the chance." Having said this, Yale turned to the girl worriedly: "You have to be careful. "

Charlene approached and kicked him straight at the knee: "Leave yourself in the haunted house, are you qualified to ask me?"

Anyway, the strength is not painful or itchy, and the young knight has now learned to get used to it.

night falls

Yale sat cross-legged in the southeast corner of the wheelhouse, his eyes fixed on the rudder. Charlene was hiding at the exit of the cabin, so she could observe the wheelhouse directly from behind.

In order to prevent accidents, she brought a heavy crossbow from the Maria, which is said to be a special weapon for hunting large sea creatures.

The temperature was even more gloomy that night, and by midnight, the deck was covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

There was no moon in the sky, and Charlene was not in a hurry. She knew that there would be lights to illuminate everything.

Gollum...

In the middle of the night, the rudder of the ghost ship began to rotate, from slow to fast, and finally, there was only a whistling afterimage.

A gloomy chill fell on Yale's face, and he became more calm, for fear of missing any detail.

One minute, ten minutes, half an hour...

The lights were never lit, and the two ghosts did not appear, but there was a painful noise in the night sky.

squeak! ! ! squeak! ! ! squeak! ! !

The sound was similar to a sharp blade slicing through metal, the steel rubbing against the saw teeth, coming out from the depths of the sky, and piercing deeply into the young man's brain.

At this time, Yale felt as if his brain had been pulled out of his skull, placed on the rotating rudder, and rotated at an extreme speed... dizziness and nausea almost vomited out.

The eyes were full of flowers again, and the surrounding scene began to rotate. The sky and sea water rolled into a mess, and I didn't know where they rushed.

The blue veins on his forehead bulged out one by one, struggling to stay awake, struggling to roar:

"Xia...Lin..."

In the darkness, the female knight suddenly heard her companion's weak cry for help.

boom! A few seconds later, the girl managed to find her way in the dark, kicked open the hatch, and rushed in to support Yale: "What's the matter!"

The young knight was speechless, just stared at her, shaking his head.

"Understood!" Charlene was so heartened, she set up her companions, and ran out of the wheelhouse.

As soon as she stepped on the deck, violent noises followed, and her mind was suddenly chaotic, and big drops of clear tears poured out of her eyes.

The two fell to the ground at the same time, holding their heads and starting to roll.

This terrible noise is like a scream from hell, as if it can tear people's souls. I don't know how long it lasted, when they eased over, the night sky had returned to tranquility.

Whoosh... A series of lanterns appeared between the guardrails of the ghost ship deck, and there were vaguely dining tables and musical instruments.

Yale looked at him in a daze. He couldn't tell whether he had hallucinations or not. Many transparent phantoms were moving in front of his eyes.

The deck didn't seem to stand still, spinning along with many phantoms of dancing women and men with red faces.

The lanterns of the strange land also rotate...

"I won't lose!" In his turbid black pupils, there was a flash of clarity, and he slammed towards the wheelhouse door, tearing off the smashed pieces.

Fresh blood spilled from the boy's gums, and he vented and bit the hatch into pieces, only to barely regain his sobriety.

The phantom is still dancing, and the night sky is accompanied by deep and distant jazz music.

Yale helped Charlene who was crying constantly, walked towards the phantoms, let them pass through him, sat on the bow, and the two jumped into the sea.

With the help of the bone-chilling sea water, the girl finally calmed down, her whole body was wet, and she couldn't see the appearance of crying.

"What is that?" Charlene asked with difficulty as she paddled the sea.

"I don't know, have you recovered yet?" He felt much better after being stirred by the sea.

"Force." She whispered.

"Then go back and have a look." Yale clasped the hull of the ghost ship and quickly climbed up.

Charlene looked at his back, gritted her silver teeth, and followed.