"So, as long as we don't let the gold coins come into contact with the sea water, the Armada will not be able to find us. So, the one hundred and thirty-four gold coins left behind were not recovered because of this situation?"

The gold skull coin rolled and spun in Andy's hand. Andy pondered for a while, put the gold coin into a box, and then sealed the box with waterproof material.

Andy didn't take it with him, so it was still a little dangerous. In the event of a battle, Andy was still very likely to come into contact with sea water.

After putting the box in place, Andy began to think about the future, the cursed gold coin, and Andy must be involved.

The crew of the Black Fantasy are powerful elite pirates compared to most pirates.

But for the pirates on the mighty legendary pirate ships, it was only stronger prey.

However, if Andy can get enough cursed gold coins, then the crew of the Black Fantasy will become the undead who are not afraid of death!

This upgrade to the Black Fantasy will be huge.

But this has happened for three years, so there is no rush for this time.

And Andy always felt that this matter was not that simple. Who the **** stole the cursed gold coin three years ago?

Such a big thing happened to the Armada, and that such a big thing happened in the sea area of ​​the Xiban Empire. Did those legendary pirate kings know about it?

Or is it that a legendary pirate king planned all this and concealed from others what happened in the waters of the Xiban Empire?

"If this is really the case...then the most likely one is the king of the Dead Sea, the legendary pirate Blood Rain Escent."

Essent's family died because of the West Spot Empire's research experiments on cursed gold coins, and he himself was a man who came back from hell.

If there is really a pirate king who manipulated all this, then there is only Blood Rain Essent.

You know, Essent has always been very concerned about the West Bank Empire. If it wasn't for him, then it would be impossible for this kind of thing to happen, but he didn't know it at all.

"Forget it, let's put this matter aside for now. The most important thing now is to find mermaids."

Andy rubbed his temples. He walked out of the captain's room and came to the guardrail on the deck.

Standing on the Black Fantasy, you can vaguely see the blue waters through the fog.

"Where are you? Charles?"

"Boss, I don't know the exact location, but it should be near the island, and the distance should not exceed 10 nautical miles."

"10 nautical miles? It should be enough, try it first."

Andy took out the colorful shell in his arms, picked up a fishing rod from the other side of the guardrail, tore off the fishing line, and put it on the shell.

"Can this shell really attract mermaids?"

Charles hesitated for a moment when he saw the colorful shells on Andy's hand, and asked.

He didn't know that Andy still planned to use the Wailing Banshee to attract mermaids, so he was a little nervous now. If this thing is useless, then Anna...

"Maybe, I hope it works."

Andy prayed silently and threw the colorful shells into the sea.

There was no imaginary multicolored light, no imaginary ripples, and the multicolored shells were tightly tied by the fishing line and slid with the black fantasy.

"Ugh."

Andy sighed and pulled the multicolored shell back. The seawater on the multicolored shell was dripping without any strangeness.

"Charles! Find the nearest island!"

Andy took back the multi-colored shells, and after talking to Charles, he walked towards the statue of the boat. The statue of the boat was half-tilted beside the bow slash, although he had experienced countless years of wind, sun and sea erosion. , but remained as smooth as ever.

As if it had just been polished.

Andy put his hand on the arm of the Wailing Banshee holding his ear, and a spiritual force came out, and he felt a terrifying and malicious soul brewing in the Banshee's body.

Inside the head statue, trapped the soul of a real banshee.

Although it is not clear what the sacrifices the banshee needs, it is generally nothing more than soul, flesh and blood, and Andy does not lack these things.

Soon, under the control of Charles, the Black Fantasy came to the edge of an island. Charles and Billy commanded the crew and asked them to pull the Black Fantasy to the beach of the island.

"Okay guys! Now give you two days off and go around the beach to the other side of the island, Billy! With them, it's better to go around to the other side of the island in half a day."

Andy said to Billy. Although Billy didn't know what happened, he still listened to Andy's words, because he was afraid that there might be some monsters on the island or the natives of other tribes. Andy also let the revived corpse Mog leave with them.

In this way, only Andy, Charles, Olivia, Margaret and the unconscious Anna are left.

After resting on the beach for a long time, Andy estimated that the time was almost up, so he returned to the boat with the rest of the people and began to prepare for the ritual of sacrifice.

The two people used for sacrifice were prisoners in the bottom prison, and in addition, there were some pure souls.

The sacrifice was carried out in an orderly manner, Andy sprinkled blood on the statue of the bow, and his soul was controlled, trapped on the left and right of the statue, and then, according to the guidance in the dark, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Wailing banshee in despair, let life tremble in screams!"

The stone statue of the Wailing Banshee began to emit bursts of light, and the blood stained on it began to be absorbed little by little, and the soul surrounding the stone statue was also sucked into it by a strong suction~lightnovelpub.net~Andy's There was a faint whimper in my ear, but it seemed that something was missing...

"There is still a lack of sacrifices!"

Andy was vaguely aware, but he didn't know what was missing, which made him a little flustered.

Olivia on the side thought for a while, then stepped forward and said in Andy's ear.

"You still need the blood of a girl."

"The blood of a girl?"

Andy was stunned and looked back at Margaret.

"No, not Margaret, nor Anna."

Olivia looked at Andy with a half-smile and shook her head.

"how about you?"

Andy understood, his face flushed, and he looked at Olivia.

"Me? Probably not either..."

Olivia thought for a while and said uncertainly.

"why?"

"I'm an undead... so I don't know if I can."

Olivia rolled her eyes at Andy and said.

"Try it first."

Andy looked left and right, where can I find other girls on this desert island? He grabbed Olivia's hand and drew out the dagger.

Because it was daytime, Olivia was not a carrion skeleton, so there was blood in her body.

With Andy's movements, crystal clear blood flowed out from Olivia's wound. Andy controlled it with magic power. The blood dripped onto the statue of the bow, and was slowly absorbed together with the previous blood.

"I hope so, otherwise, where can we find a girl?"

Andy prayed in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on the statue of the ship.

The expression on the face of the Wailing Banshee gradually changed, and the arm that was covering her ears was removed, and a black light lit up along her eyes...

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