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"Arthur, I love you X! I love you..."

Even at a considerable distance, Arthur could still hear the swearing from the leader of the gold robbery group.

It seems that the undead gunman who repaid Barbarossa's huge sum of money is in big trouble at the moment.

it's time.

Arthur closed his eyes and, using the experience gained in stillness, imagined his soul becoming thin and transparent.

At this time, if someone is watching, they will find that Arthur's body has really become transparent, as if dissolving into mist.

To change the nature of the soul to a certain extent, and then affect one's own body, this is one of the abilities of a "thoroughly enlightened person".

When he opened his eyes, Arthur felt his body lighten. He moved forward silently, slowly. He jumped into the marsh river, falling like a feather. The phantom's toes tapped the river water, a little wrinkle appeared on the sticky green soup, and then his body floated upwards again. He just floated across the river step by step and stood on the island.

There was a sound not far away. The gunshot of the revolver, the crack of the musket, and Wood's curse, and some strange movement—a sticky thud, like a ton of jelly smashed into the mud. unpleasant.

So far so good. The guard in the river is at his wits' end, and he is getting closer and closer to the notebook...

Standing under the tree and looking up, Arthur's pupils shrank suddenly at the scene in front of him.

From a distance, you can see that the bare tree is full of birds. Looking at it now, the birds on the branches did not sing at all, and they all stared down at Arthur.

Confetti-like colors, made of thin aura... Standing on the tree are dirge birds.

For a moment, Arthur couldn't even count how many there were.

"What is this...?" After the death of the Queen and above, the playing cards will turn into elegiac birds to try to bring the news of the death back to the association. However, due to the complexity of the environment, they often fail to do so. But why did they all stop here?

When I looked closely, I found that the birds were covered with some kind of green slime fungus. The slime fungus was wrapped around the branches and bound them firmly-the messenger of mourning was imprisoned here. R'lyeh's guards don't seem to allow them to leave.

The fishy wind blew, and the corpse hanging in the air spun gently. Some have decayed into a skeleton, and some old masks look down at themselves with the mourning bird on their heads. The broken rope was like a hand reaching down to the rotting corpses piled on the ground.

This is a forbidden place for human beings, put away your curiosity, otherwise you will be greeted with death without any news—the tragic appearance of this tree seems to be a warning to the explorers.

Looking at the silent masks, Arthur felt his blood surging for a moment. However, he did not forget his purpose, and his ethereal soul floated up. Among the countless dead, he was searching for...

Soon, he saw the mask: the long hair was moldy from the humidity, like an old man with unkempt hair.

The leather bag is still hanging there diagonally. Arthur suppressed his excitement, opened the bag and took out the book.

Here we go. Arthur gripped the moldy thing tightly. A heart-pounding carnival.

Putting the book away properly, he stared at the corpse.

The one in front of me is that Clark Stella...

With a slight movement in his heart, Arthur reached out and grabbed the mask Enkidu, trying to take it off.

Under the mask was a skeleton with shriveled skin and flesh. In the sunken eye sockets, a pair of cloudy eyes were actually looking at him.

Finally, someone got it. All, not in vain...

It seemed that he had finally witnessed the discovery of the inheritance, and the gleam in his eyes was finally extinguished.

Arthur couldn't help but feel calm. He sighed slightly: Rest in peace.

The spirit became sharp and cut the rope. The traveler, who had been suspended for nearly thirty years, finally returned to the earth.

Arthur noticed that Wood and his party had been dealt with by the guard. Next, it will definitely notice the change on the side of the tree... it must leave.

Under the tree, the detective looked up again. Masks and elegiac birds were still watching him, as if hoping that he could do something.

…already got the notebook, no more time to waste!

Arthur stepped on the water and walked away without looking back.

·

The story seems to end here.

In front of Sean and the others, a bonfire was burning.

No one blamed Arthur for not trying to rescue the trapped mourning birds. After all, he had fulfilled Chestella's last wish, and if he stayed there, he might see a good situation deteriorate.

It should never be forgotten that they were in R'lyeh at this moment. Any missteps could lead to catastrophe.

We all know that what Arthur did was wise. But at the moment everyone is not feeling well.

After all, it's heartbreaking to think of so many deaths and last words imprisoned there.

Those are the explorers of death here. If those elegiac birds can return, I don’t know how many missing missions will be solved, and how many hearts that have been suspended for many years will be able to land...

"At least, we should be able to leave safely." Musicians will always try to save any kind of atmosphere, Moonlight wants to turn over this article.

"No." Sean looked at Arthur, "You haven't finished yet."

"What's the matter?" Arthur smiled and looked at Sean, as if looking at himself ten years younger.

Sean pointed to the back of Arthur's hand: "You fired a shot before aiming at Isothoa with blasphemy."

"So, never hide anything from the fully enlightened, right?" Arthur laughed, "Well, although I don't want to admit it, the story does not end so simply...

"I have to admit I made a mistake."

"What is wrong?"

"I think it's all too simple - think, if the notebook can be stolen with just a few clicks, why is this task suspended for decades?"

Everyone was silent.

"The thing in the swamp river is not that simple—it's not so much the inhabitant of the river, it's better to think of it as the will of the swamp. It's not that there is an object swimming and patrolling in the river, its consciousness actually pervades the entire swamp river, and at any time Such as the current conducts to any place, and then condenses one's own body in time...

"Such reflexes are fast enough to serve as guards around R'lyeh, isn't it?

"In short, my speed is fast enough. But after eliminating the Gold Thieves and his party, it still chased me at an unimaginable speed~lightnovelpub.net~ I didn't know who it was until I saw it with my own eyes ..."

Arthur emptied the bottle of rum and let out a long breath: "It was mentioned in the early investigation report that Kluvitan, who was once imprisoned on the seabed, created two servants in the sea—the Great Dagon and Hydrar.

"I didn't expect that the guy in the swamp river turned out to be..."

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As soon as he landed on the shore, Arthur turned his head and saw a hill arched from the swamp in the distance, rolling towards it.

He heard the chest tightness before. Rumbling vibrations, like a landslide at the bottom of the water.

The detective left the scene as quickly as possible, and with the remaining spirit vision, he saw a huge skull emerging from the bottom of the muddy water, and the body under the skull gushed out like a mixture of mud and green jelly...

Hyderal broke away from the marsh river, roaring amazingly, and vowed to make an extra soul on the tree that does not return.