The Cursed Ship

　　The corpse that was still there just now, why did one inadvertently disappear silently?

　　 Zheng Yang didn't have time to think about it. The first reaction was to take two big steps forward to gain strategic space, and then his waist rotated, driving the machete and slashing behind him.

　　 The knife cut through, but Zheng Yang's judgment was not entirely wrong, and the headless sailor was five meters away from him.

　　 I saw it grabbing the bare spine bone on the neck with its backhand, and pulling out a long sword as if slowly...

　　 Fuck, do you want to be so cruel to yourself?

　　 Zheng Yang rolled his dry throat, swallowing with difficulty.

　　 A humanoid monster drew a long knife from its stomach, and this one drew a long sword from its spine.

　　 Is it tougher? What about the next one?

　　Zheng Yang put the machete on the left, put the palm of his left hand on his right wrist, and began to accumulate strength... How did it feel a bit like the sword drawing technique of the prodigal son?

　　 Spirit energy poured into the body from nothingness, Zheng Yang condensed his energy and spirit, and his surroundings became very quiet.

　　 Okay, it was a dead silence.

　　 The headless sailor strode hurriedly, launching a charge like a knight, engulfing him with an invincible aura.

　　 Close to a distance of two meters, it has a sword...

　　唰唰……

　　 The two sword lights intertwined into a cross shape, and instantly fell on Zheng Yang.

　　 "I fuck!"

　　 Zheng Yang couldn't respond at all. The strength gap between the two sides was too great. He was already well-positioned, and he only needed to grasp the opportunity to get a thunderous blow.

　　 However, when he realized that the headless corpse was about to be shot, Cross Slash had already landed on him.

　　 Zheng Yang flew out, his right forearm, forearm, face, and chest were cut open, bones are visible, and the whole person slammed on the huge winch.

　　 "Damn it, how can it be so strong!"

　　 Zheng Yang turned over and lay on his back, feeling that it was going to be cold this time, and his vitality was quickly leaving his body.

　　 "No, I still have a hole card!"

　　 Zheng Yang used psychic energy to suppress the injury, still lying on the ground, but the machete had been placed on the left again by him.

　　 Come on, I'll lie on the ground, on the front I...

　　 The headless sailor rushed forward, and every step he landed on the ground brought a loud bang, which stored his strength.

　　 Two meters away, the headless sailor raised his sword high, seeming to be going straight down to chop the powerless Zheng Yang into two sections.

　　 The sword body shines on the blood-colored light above it, scarlet weird. Without the speed of the cross slash, the sword power is as thick as it can split mountains.

It's now!

　　 "The thorns burn!"

　　 Zheng Yang stimulated the spell, and the flame instantly spread from the palm of the hand holding the knife to the machete, crossing all the blades without stopping.

　　 The energy and spirit of the whole body are pouring out, Zheng Yang has only the only thought left at this time-the sword!

　　唰~

　　 The machete brought out a three-meter-long fire knife, from left to right, from bottom to top, like splitting the sky and slashing through the waist of a headless sailor.

　　 The headless sailor's body froze, and the sword held high still pointed at the sky, but it could not be smashed again. Starting from its waist, flames spread out, blazing, and quickly enveloped the whole body.

　　 In the flames, its upper body fell down, and before it hit the ground, it turned into fly ash with its lower body.

　　 The white light slightly larger than the last time the Sailor Monster shot into Zheng Yang's head. But Zheng Yang was already at the end of the crossbow, his injuries could no longer be suppressed, and blood spurted out.

　　 "Push~ 咚......"

　　 "Push~ 咚......"

　　 "Push~ 咚......"

　　 There is a voice.

　　 This is not the sound of footsteps, it is more like a heartbeat, coming from an unknown distance below this tower.

　　 Something is approaching here.

　　 Zheng Yang relaxes as much as possible, slows his breathing, and makes his breathing as long as possible. The powerful recovery ability of the werewolf gene only played a role in delaying the onset of the injury at this time.

　　 He must hold on until the fog rises and send him back, otherwise he doesn't know what the consequences will be.

　　 Now this true feeling of dying has caused Zheng Yang to overturn his original judgment and start to wonder if his real body was transferred to this ghost ship.

　　 If there is a power that can transport a person to such a place, then it is also a basic operation to recover from the injury when the person is transported back. It cannot be concluded that it is an illusory dream.

　　Thinking is getting slower and slower, and my mind begins to blur. The double physique and resilience brought by the power of the bloodline only delayed the deterioration of the injury.

　　 "Push~ 咚......"

　　 "Push~ 咚......"

　　 The heartbeat came under the tower, and the atmosphere of depression and fear spread from below to the tower.

　　 Finally, the fog came out of nothing and enveloped Zheng Yang.

　　 Zheng Yang felt relaxed, and vaguely saw a huge head rising from below the tower. The airflow from the nostrils could almost blow him away.

　　 In the next second, Zheng Yang's consciousness sank and plunged into darkness...

　　 This time, Zheng Yang didn't wake up immediately, he felt as if he had been asleep for a while. When I opened my eyes, Chaoyang had shot into the cabin through the gap in the curtain.

　　 Zheng Yang hurriedly got up to check the time. Fortunately, there were still twenty minutes until seven o'clock and he didn't oversleep.

　　 He quickly cleaned the bed, washed it in three minutes, turned the bed back into a sofa, and then walked up to the bow and took the bamboo pole to prop the boat off the dock.

　　 The three propellers actually have reverse gears, but the power in the battery is not much, and it’s quite fast to use a bamboo pole.

　　 When Zheng Yang returned to the sailing pier, Erima and Eva also arrived at the time. They were wearing sunglasses, each carrying a bulging backpack, and they didn't know what they were carrying.

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　　 Eva is dressed in youthful vigor, wearing white tight trousers and small boots, her small long legs and small **** tightly tightened. His upper body is a white short-sleeved T-shirt printed with cartoon little monsters. The long blue hair inherited from his mother is tied into a bunch, hanging from the back edge of the white golf sun hat, full of vitality.

　　 Zheng Yang stood at the bow, opened a section of the protective fence, and picked up the two of them on board.

　　 It was the first time that Eva saw Zheng Yang’s boat. She exclaimed in her crisp voice: "Wow, what a beautiful boat!"

　　 The last time Elima stood on the dock and watched the sailboat, it was obviously different from now. There were doubts in her eyes, Zheng Yang immediately explained: "It was a new ship before, but it was renovated yesterday, and it was just opened!"

　　 Three people enter the cabin, and it’s convenient inside. The coffee table is surrounded by sofas on one side and floor cabinets on the other. They are all window seats. When they put their backpacks on the floor, they took out all kinds of food.

　　 Fruits, drinks, biscuits, bread, canned food, ham...

　　 "Zheng Yang, I brought you breakfast!" Eva took out a bag of still hot bread and two boxes of warmed milk, and gave Zheng Yang a sweet smile.

　　 Zheng Yang was also happy, and smiled: "Wait for me, I will sail the boat first and eat on the road later."

　　 Under the onlookers of the mother and daughter, Zheng Yang explained the skills of raising, controlling and steering the sail, as well as the principle of sailing against the wind and the "Bernoulli effect" of the spinnaker.

　　 The sailboat left the pier with only a slight second-degree southwest wind. Zheng Yang raised the spinner, unfolded the solar panels, and sailed to the waters where he last fished for tuna.

　　 Why did you go there again?

　　Because Zheng Yang's five elements are short of gold.