The female shaman howled wildly, her voice was extremely harsh, her mouth was chanting a mysterious incantation, and she saw the head on the altar suspended in mid-air, flying towards Zach, rolling up waves of sound.

"The sorcery that controls the flight of the head?"

Zach was a little disappointed, the knife in his hand smashed the withered heads flying, and the whole person ran towards the female shaman sensitively.

A trace of annoyance flashed on the female shaman's face, her hands slapped her body constantly, under the moonlight, black qi emerged from her body and floated towards the split head.

The undead's painful mourning came out from the head, and black phantoms flew out of the eyes of the head with a strong sense of danger. They were twisted souls.

If Zach is hit by these undead, his consciousness will fall into chaos, and he may never be able to wake up again.

"It's a bit interesting, but compared to the glory of the Goddess of Despair, it's really not worth mentioning!"

Black lines appeared on Zack's face again, his blindfold melted, revealing a black hole, and a little blue ghost light lit up. This was Zack's curse from the Goddess of Despair.

Through this curse, you can temporarily mobilize part of the power of the Goddess of Despair.

Zach got this eye of the ghost at the cost of one eye and dozens of lives.

The faint blue flame was beating, sucking the wailing undead into it, and Zach's face showed morbid enjoyment. Although these souls would eventually be sacrificed to the Goddess of Despair, he could also gain some benefits from it.

The female shaman became terrified, she turned and ran to the altar, cutting her body with wood chips, bleeding profusely, she chanted words, and the blood began to flow strangely.

"Want to summon your Ability God? It's a pity, you don't have this chance."

Zach laughed and threw the machete sharply.

The female shaman's incantation stopped abruptly, and the machete pierced through her left breast and came out through her body.

"Hahaha, the great goddess of despair, I will bring your despair to the world."

Zach prayed, the ghost fire gradually dissipated, he took out another blindfold and put it on his eyes.

His body trembled slightly, and there was a bloodstain under the eye patch. Obviously, he was not as easy as he looked. To use the witch's power through a curse always had to pay a price.

I don't know if it was Andy's illusion, he found that Zach's hair seemed to be grey again.

Standing in place for a while, Zach walked up to the altar and took off the human skin paper. He found that it was full of things written in unknown words. It was the witchcraft of the headhunters on this island. He was satisfied. He smiled and put it into his arms.

"Using the curse of the Goddess of Despair and the ghost fire as a medium to use her power, the price is a little lifespan... So it is." Andy saw everything in his eyes, and nodded if he had gained, "Take it away. Is it the witchcraft of the headhunting tribe? It should use the human head as the medium to perform the witchcraft of manipulating the soul. It looks relatively low-end and cannot be compared with the voodoo I learned."

A flash of black light flashed in Andy's eyes, and a spell was gently chanted in his mouth. The black light of the shaman witch who died by the altar flashed past, and Andy chuckled lightly and collected a small black glass bead. up.

The jungle was not safe in the middle of the night, so Zach asked everyone to rest in the tribe's wooden house. Roger searched the nearby wooden houses and caves, and brought back a few boxes of gold and silver jewelry and some messy things.

The bonfire was used by Buck to roast the sheep, and most of the five barrels of rum hadn't been drunk, but they were relieved.

Corpses, blood, fire, wine and roasted meat.

"It was a really good experience."

Andy took a deep breath and sighed in admiration.

"Hey, Andy, come and have a drink with me! Although you didn't help anything, but you dare to come here, I appreciate your courage!"

Buck greeted Andy. He was holding an indigenous bone container in his hand, gushing rum desperately. He just worked so hard, now it's time to enjoy.

"As you wish, Buck, but you were crazy just now!"

Andy walked over, took the rum that Buck handed over, and took a big gulp. The taste of glycol permeated between his lips and teeth, and even the blood around him was diluted a lot.

"Really? Are you also shocked by my bravery?"

Buck laughed loudly. His body was still bleeding. Just now, Buck discarded his machete and fought with the natives. Although his sharp teeth tore the throats of many people, he was seriously injured.

"You are still bleeding."

Andy pointed to Buck's arm and reminded him.

Buck looked down, poured the rum on his arm, then pulled off his turban and asked Andy to help him bandage it. He said indifferently, "It's just a minor injury."

"Your teeth... are amazing."

Andy exclaimed, this is not within his scope of cognition. Teeth that can be arbitrarily changed in length and sharpness may be a new research direction for witchcraft or alchemy.

"The secret of our tribe, do you want to know? But this time, you can't exchange it with your keg of rum!"

Andy scratched his head embarrassingly. He put his three-cornered hat on the boat, only wearing a headscarf. Buck laughed and bumped into Andy.

"If humans who are not cannibals know this secret, they will be cursed."

Buck looked at Andy and said something solemnly.

"I'm just curious, so I ask."

Andy nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Is it a racial curse that only spreads within cannibals? Or, is it because of this curse that cannibals become cannibals?"

One day, Andy will figure it out!

"What are you talking about? Are you so happy?"

Roger came over and put a large box of jewelry on the ground. He just went to a farther cave, and it seemed that he had gained a lot. Roger was also injured a little bit, but he didn't care about licking blood from the knife edge. For him it was nothing.

In fact, only Buck was injured more, and the rest of the people were not serious, just skin injuries, cut by the stones and wooden accessories of the natives who did not have weapons.

It has to be said that the timing of their attack was too good. In another time, it is still unknown who will win and who will lose.

Hundreds of natives without any weapons and immersed in frenzied copulation faced eight vicious pirates armed with muskets and machetes, and the results were self-evident.

"It's alright, just chatting."

Andy handed over a wine glass filled with rose-red wine.

Roger drank it all in one gulp, burped comfortably, and cut a piece of meat from the roast lamb with a dagger.

"Where's the captain? Where did he go?"

Roger looked around and didn't see Zach, so he asked.

Andy pointed to the house where the female shaman stayed before, "Captain Zach went to that house, probably to find what the witch left behind."

Roger showed a clear expression. He looked at Andy and lowered his tone.

"Well, you should have seen it, right? Isn't Captain Zach very good?"

"Well, it's different from you. His eye... It's like a legendary witchcraft."

Andy said, with curiosity in his eyes.

"That is the glory of the goddess of despair, Andy, follow the captain to work hard, you will find that this world is far more interesting than you imagined."

"I've always thought so."

Andy smiled and looked at the beating bonfire with deep eyes.