Seeing that the ghost of the Holy Maiden completely disappeared into the mouth of the bottle, Yale hurriedly twisted the bottle cap, and then looked at the perfume bottle again, a dense green light was floating in the crystal bottle, shining brightly.

"Huh..." The two breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Keep it carefully, don't break the bottle." Charlene instructed carefully, her eyes fell on the wheelhouse, and the unmanned rudder was automatic without wind.

The figure of the female knight drew a black line and rushed into the wheelhouse quickly, with ten fingers extending a long, slender and tough black whip, and the shell of the building was smashed into pieces with her breath, leaving only the rudder alone.

Exposed to the strong wind, the rudder is still turning slowly, as if a pair of invisible hands are fiddling left and right, and it is not affected by the wind at all.

"Who else is secretly manipulating?"

Charlene bit her thin lip and rushed forward to hold the rudder with both hands, trying to reverse the ghost ship's course. But the power of the rudder turning is so great that she tried her best, but she couldn't shake it, but was driven to rotate.

Yale hurried forward, grabbed the rudder, and turned in the opposite direction together.

boom! Two flames of fighting qi of similar color rushed out of the body surface, the deck below the feet cracked, and the exposed blue veins on their skin were squirming under the skin like snakes.

The right arm of the knight's steel vindictive force bulged and wriggled violently, and the palm of the completely armored alienation swelled even more.

squeak! ! ! With the screeching noise of rubbing rust, under their combined efforts, the rudder was finally shaken.

The two knights looked at each other and decided to turn their voyage around in one go. In this dark environment, it is too insecure to continue sailing with the ghost ship.

The rudder was turned down, and the ghost ship turned slightly to the side. Before they had time to be happy, a majestic force suddenly came from their hands.

The two were caught off guard and were thrown into the sky one after another.

At the same time, a dull neigh came from the depths of the hull, and the mast ropes slid and stretched infinitely, woven up and down into a spider web, covering the deck like lightning.

Charlene opened her left hand, her thin white fingers hooked up and down, and in an instant, the rope was divided and disintegrated.

In mid-air, she adjusted the angle of her whereabouts, and just after maintaining her balance, there was a strong wind behind her, and there was a faint smell of old rust.

It was an anchor, rowed across the sea from the stern, and came with a force of gravity!

The female knight reluctantly freed her right arm, and the black light beam suddenly slid past her side, blowing up what was behind her. On the opposite side, between the peaks of Yale's raised fists, there was still white gas.

After the two landed safely, they quickly moved closer and returned to their back-to-back alert posture. The atmosphere calmed down eerily again, Yalei held his breath and tried to approach the rudder again.

Bang bang bang! The hull deck was erected row by row, revealing dense layers of shiny steel nails, as if a group of black locusts spread over them, and the shadow almost covered the sky.

"What's the situation!" Yale dodged in front of Charlene, letting the nails hit his body like raindrops.

"Is it because we touched the rudder?" The female knight suddenly stumbled and almost fell.

The planks on which they stood were suddenly undulating, as if the waves of the sea were poking up one by one with the keels. After the two were embarrassed or blocked or avoided, the superstructure of the ghost ship also began to disintegrate, and no matter what the parts were, they all rushed over.

The stormy offensive lasted for dozens of seconds, and after the end, the ghost ship returned to its original state.

"I think we have all overlooked one thing. The thing under our feet is probably not a dead thing." The knight gasped slightly. He used punches too many times today, and the load on his body was quite heavy.

"Should have thought of it earlier, ghost ship, the focus should be on the ship." Charlene put away the black shadow whip at her fingertips and stared at the slowly turning rudder in the wheelhouse.

Then, they tried several times in a row. As long as the rudder was twisted a little, there would be a strong stop. The ghost ship used the hull parts as a tool to play all kinds of killing methods.

The infinite resilience of the ghost ship forced the two to find another way.

"No matter what, this ghost ship will recover, we can't destroy it." The girl's voice was slightly tired.

"I can see that any part of the hull is likely to attack us." Yale took out the crystal bottle in his pocket and held it nervously in his hand: "In this case, I can't guarantee that I will protect myself. This bottle was not damaged in the attack just now, it was a fluke."

The female knight pondered for a while, and suggested, "Let's just drop it into the sea."

"What if the ghost ship breaks down or shoots something else before it falls into the sea?"

"Then what should I do?" Charlene's eyes suddenly straightened.

"There is only one way..." The knight stared at the bottle in despair, with a solemn face, raised his neck and swallowed it.

The female knight heard the voice of swallowing hard behind her, and was shocked: "Am I relying on you to eat?"

Yale took a breath of air before swallowing the entire bottle, and replied weakly:

"Where do you put it if you don't eat it? If you go back alive, just spit it out."

Just as he was talking, a heavy muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground suddenly came from inside the hull. The knight raised his foot sharply and stomped down, the steel vindictive shattered the deck, and the two fell straight into the bilge.

Yale made a torch at will, and a ray of flame rose from the dark bottom cabin. On the semi-wet floor in front of him, lay a dry wooden box.

The two approached. The wooden box was located in the center of the bottom cabin. The exterior paint and color were very elegant. The four sides of the box were inlaid with various colored gems, which looked very valuable.

Charlene raised her index finger over a dozen feet away, and along with her movement, a black light strip was inserted into the wooden box, and the end penetrated into the inside of the box. She was still worried, and ten light strips were inserted into the box one after another, and the originally bright and beautiful wooden box was suddenly filled with holes.

"It doesn't seem to be a problem." The female knight took Yale's sleeve and took a few steps back.

It was not until she was sure that it was safe that she waved her long whip and ripped the outer shell of the wooden box. After waiting for a while, there was no abnormality. The knights took a closer look and saw that it was the shell of a conch.

A flexible black light belt rolls it up, the interior is hollow, and there is no mana fluctuation. No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary conch shell.

But they know very well that nothing on this ship can be defined as ordinary.

After observing for a long time, Charlene threw the conch back into the wooden box, and Yalei took it back to the deck. The two stepped on the deck, and after less than ten seconds, the ghost hull slowly descended and returned to the sea.

The wind and rain also dissipated, and the cold and cold breath in the air became more intense. The sea was eerily quiet, heavy like mercury, and the hull passed without a trace of waves.

"So, what is that!" Yale held the guardrail with both hands, and his pupils suddenly opened.