The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

He still sticks to his previous plan.

"Just blame it on your bad luck that you happened to meet a 'criminal' like me." Rami Trn thought to himself as he looked at Bertrand's ordinary face.

"Don't drink?" Hearing Rami Tern's answer, Bertrand's expression became extremely serious.

Rami Tern was slightly stunned.

Against the market?

That's not right.

Bertrand asked again: "Do you want to drink this water?"

"I'm really not thirsty." Rami Tern waved his hand politely and changed the subject: "How about this, let's go to town and I'll buy you a drink?"

Hearing this, the bard on the other side smiled strangely, "You chose this yourself."

As he finished speaking, the skin on his face began to peel off bit by bit, exposing his tender muscles and teeth.

Then, the top of the bard's head split open like a blooming flower, revealing a white brain and thin tentacles that were wriggling back and forth in his brain like red worms.

Rami Tran: !!!

No time to scream.

The thin tentacles penetrated his ear holes, nostrils and mouth.

A great fear came over me.

Rami Bain's heart beat faster and faster.

Finally, it stopped.

Gradually lost its vitality.

real world.

Rami Tran died in his hotel bed with a distorted face.

At the entrance of the town, Klein opened his eyes and wrapped his scarf around himself calmly.

Riding the old horse, gradually blending into the night.

Chapter 644: Mountain Climbing (I)

A series of elements such as 'weird', 'horrifying', and 'elusive' are the core of the role of the trickster.

Although he had used a method similar to circumventing a bug to enter the historical pore ahead of time, and also relied on the special features of Sefirah Castle to master the ability to summon historical projections, Klein had always insisted on taking steady steps.

There is nothing wrong with being careful.

Thanks to him, various ghost stories spread along the way.

The girl in red, the bloody room...

Those supernatural events are enough to fill a book of more than 100 pages.

The further west you go.

The fewer people are traveling together.

Klein had to stop making weird stories.

Looking at the rotten road sign in front of him, he knew that he had arrived at the Honachis Mountains.

But the destination - 'Honachis Main Peak' still requires further exploration.

"finally……"

Klein couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

After waking up, I was officially born into this world.

'Honachis Mountains' and 'Antigonus' had extraordinary significance for him.

Go round and round.

He finally came.

Overlook.

The endless mountains are like a demonic wolf lurking on the earth.

Klein pondered for a moment and decided to play it safe. He would set up camp right away and wait until dawn tomorrow before exploring the mountains.

After a lot of work, the fire was quickly lit.

On the outskirts of the Hornachis Mountains, Klein was like an ordinary forest traveler, setting up a coarse tent, cooking mushy beans, and humming an unknown tune.

The atmosphere is quiet and peaceful.

Aside from the occasional bird song, there was little sound nearby.

The red moonlight spread across the earth and also shone on Klein.

He did not resist the comfort of nature, and gradually fell asleep with the flickering firelight.

In a dream.

Everything became black and white.

Klein returned to the room in Tingen City.

He looked at 'himself' from a third person perspective.

"Everyone will die, including me..." Klein Moretti muttered to himself like a possessed man, his face distorted unnaturally.

He held a short-handled revolver in his hand. After writing this sentence on paper, he turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at his temple, then looked in a certain direction.

Klein looked at him.

His eyes were extremely calm.

He even tilted his head slightly, as if to say 'please continue'.

boom--

There was a gunshot.

Black blood splattered and stained the white wall.

Klein whistled.

He walked to his own body and looked at the horrible face.

Shake his head.

He looked at the black hardcover cover of 'Antigonus's Notes'.

“Poor.” Klein picked up the notebook and gently put it down, commenting.

Accompany his words.

The surroundings suddenly changed and turned into a church.

The top of the church and the surrounding trees were filled with pitch-black crows.

The crows stared at Klein intently, with a look of resentment unique to humans flashing in their eyes.

Klein whistled. "That's more appropriate."

He spread his hands, "Anything else?"

Wow--

A flock of crows screamed and soared into the sky.

Gathering into a black storm.

In the eye of the storm, Klein was eaten to death by a flock of crows.

But the next second, he appeared in a deserted town.

The town is full of life, even the soup in the pot is hot.

But the weird thing is.

No one.

Klein felt something.

Stare into the distance.

The outline of the palace is faintly revealed on the top of the mountain covered by fog.

at the same time.

The illusory whispers sounded again, "Honakis...Fregela..."

boom! ! !

Dream is broken.

Klein opened his eyes in the real world.

The red moon hangs high in the sky.

He wrapped his scarf around himself and sighed softly.

"An unpredictable fate."

crackle.

The firewood burst into sparks.

Klein stared at the dancing flames, his eyes gradually becoming empty.

Early the next morning.

After having a simple breakfast, Klein began his expedition to the Honachis Mountains.

Wangshan is a dead horse.

This is true.

Mountain roads are much more difficult to travel on than land roads.

As a last resort, Klein had to release the skinny horse that he bought for three pounds.

God knows how distressed he, a demigod, felt when he had to lose three pounds...

In short, there are no horses.

Klein's speed was actually a bit faster.

period.

He also unexpectedly met many people going into the mountains to collect herbs.

We learned from these people that the unique fog in the Honachis Mountains appears in a certain pattern.

As long as you avoid the fog, the Hornachis Mountains are not that dangerous and the survival rate in the mountains is much higher.

Klein thanked him earnestly and silently noted the time when the fog appeared.

Finally, on the third day after entering the mountains, I captured the gray-white mist that came from nowhere.

Take a deep breath.

Ok……

The taste is not pure.

As a representative of the traditionalists, Klein Yuan Moretti has always looked down on the reformists.

The mist produced by Sefirah Castle is truly good.

What is he smoking now?

Indeed, it doesn't work.

But it's still bad.

It can still be used.

Great God Klein immediately began to perform a ritual, using his high status in Sefirah Castle to divine the source of the fog.