The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

This can no longer be summed up simply as "lack of emotional intelligence", right?

Bro are you serious?

"Don't worry my friend, you have plenty of time to study it carefully, but now we have important things to do." Jon smiled and comforted.

Then, he looked at Queen Xia who remained silent.

Queen Shia knew she shouldn’t remain silent any longer, so she cleared her throat and said, “There is a plain between East Balam and West Balam. It was the battlefield of the Ancient War, and it was also the place where evil spirits lurked and death bred. The colonial army, the restorationists, the indigenous people, everyone turned a blind eye to that land.

Because the curse contained in it is too strong, and because of this, it is easy to breed death. If I am not mistaken, Haitel and the others should have been transferred there by the original witch. "

"Oh, I've heard of the place you mentioned. It's the Plain of Bones, right?" Jon stroked his smooth chin. "It's the place where the Hades fell. It's also the place where the Seven Gods joined forces to bring down divine punishment."

“Um… I have a question.” At this time, Klein raised his hand weakly: “Why don’t we go directly to the Original Temple in West Balam? We must follow the routine and find Haitel and the artificial death god first.”

"Good question." Jon showed a 'teachable' expression: "Then guess why the original witch dared to come to the real world in person. Besides the Hades King Salinger, are there other gods involved behind the scenes?"

Other gods!

Klein perked up all of a sudden.

Jon reminded: "The Eternal Sun has fallen, and our Church of Fools..."

He deliberately emphasized the word 'we', "We are also involved to a certain extent. As allies of the Eternal Sun, what do you think the attitude of the Church of Storms and the Church of Knowledge will be?"

They dare not say anything openly, but behind the scenes... hehe."

Jon said with a malicious smile.

Klein seemed to understand something.

I thought it was because the original witch was still ruthless and didn't dare to retaliate against other gods, so she picked on the weak "Fools". I didn't expect that it involved many gods' games at a deeper level.

Too--

The threat from the stars was delayed for decades due to a series of actions by someone. If there were no internal fighting during these peaceful days...

To put it bluntly, I'm just idle anyway.

"Because of the incident with the Eternal Sun, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Lord of Storms and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom to have any good feelings towards me. They may even regard me as a loyal ally of Adam (True Creation)."

Klein thought to himself, "But there must be some secrets that I don't know, otherwise the Goddess of Night and Jon wouldn't sit idly by... because they need the "pillar" to be complete?"

Chapter 674 Human Suffering

Under the moonlight, Abu, wearing a headscarf, quietly climbed out of his tent while his co-workers were asleep.

With the help of the flickering light of the outer watchtower, he found a relatively secluded place and carefully took out the crumpled letter paper and half a pencil from his arms.

Hua Hua Hua——

The pen tip made a unique sound when it landed on the rough paper. Abu looked sad as he slowly wrote:

"Dear Agatha, today is the 13th day that I have survived successfully. I don't know how many days I have left to live. The thing in my chest hurts more and more, as if there are worms gnawing at my flesh and blood."

"In this camp, time is the most unacceptable thing. Everyone can only lower their heads and work. When they are tired, they are not even allowed to drink water, let alone fruit."

"God of Quetzalcoatl, these people of the Spiritual Cult are completely inhumane. They have betrayed their faith. I saw them kneeling before a skeleton with my own eyes."

"I miss you, dear Agatha. I miss my children too. I wonder if you have received the money I sent you before. That money should be enough... I hope it is enough for you and your children to have your own house, so that you don't have to live with lazy people and wait for the so-called 'relief' from the invaders."

"I'm sorry I can't go back to celebrate your birthday with you, dear Agatha. Please choose a pair of beautiful wooden shoes for yourself."

"When I'm away, you have to take good care of yourself and the children. By the way, tell Maggie next door that I'm sorry that her husband and eldest son didn't make it. But the second son is healthy, too healthy. The boy is as strong as a bull and has endless energy."

"I think he might be controlled by that thing in his chest..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. I have to go back immediately to avoid being discovered by them. Finally, may Quetzalcoatl bless you and me - love you, Abu."

After writing the letter and folding it carefully, Abu glanced around cautiously and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was paying attention to this side.

But at this moment, there was a rustling noise coming from the jungle behind.

Abu was shocked.

It’s not far from the camp, but it’s East Balam’s famous “Cursed Land”. Could he have seen a ghost?

"Who is it?" Abu asked tremblingly.

Hearing the sound, two dark shadows emerged from the bushes.

Abu was shocked and took four or five steps back.

Fortunately, no danger came.

With the help of the moonlight in the sky, he could barely see the other person's appearance.

A man with delicate skin, black hair and black eyes. Although he was wearing coarse cloth, he didn't look like a worker in the camp at all. Instead, he looked like those high-ranking Loen officers he had seen in the colonial area.

The other one, Abu, is more approachable.

The man had a bronze complexion, a numb expression, and a look of deep fatigue in his eyes. He had rough hands and feet, and many calluses on his hands. He looked like a laborer.

"Co-worker, why don't you sleep so late at night and come out to pee?" The black-haired man was very outgoing and greeted him with a smile.

Abu was stunned at first, then he put a finger to his mouth and made a "hush" sound.

"Keep your voice down. Do you want those guys from the Spiritual Cult to know that you are not in the tent?"

"What are you afraid of?" The black-haired young man shrugged. "If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, who would know?"

Uh...that makes a lot of sense.

For a moment, Abu was speechless.

At this moment, the black-haired companion, the one with tired eyes, couldn't help but speak in a hoarse voice: "Stop talking, go back quickly and avoid causing trouble."

When Abu heard this, he realized it made sense.

He suppressed his doubts, ignored the two suspicious people who suddenly appeared, and returned to his tent with his back bent. With the idea that less trouble is worse than more trouble, he fell asleep with fatigue, and reunited with his beloved Agatha in his dream.

I thought the matter was over.

Unexpectedly, the next day, Abu met the strange duo again.

At the gravel yard, he saw with his own eyes the black-haired young man swinging a sledgehammer and smashing the rocks into pieces in one blow!

Even men who have worked as stone crushers for twenty years may not have this skill.

Abu was secretly concerned and tried to recall whether he had met the other person before.

I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

But looking at the people around me...

Seems like you are familiar with that guy?

"Strange, really strange." Abu muttered to himself.

It was this brief moment of distraction that earned him a whip from the supervisor.

The Spiritual Cult is really cruel when it comes to beating people.

Moreover, they are not ashamed of their tyranny, but feel extremely honored

——Flogging the world in the name of God

I just don't know whether this god is the Quetzalcoatl or the recently emerging Skeleton God.

The heavy workload made Abu dare not think too much. He was like a taciturn ox, completing his job diligently and responsibly.

There was a scorching sun in the sky, muddy yellow soil underground, and the smell of sweat and stench, as well as stone powder and smoke floating in the air.

He was numb, his mind was blank.

Because it’s the only way to make yourself feel better.

After working for six hours in a row, at two o'clock in the afternoon, Abu had his second meal of the day.

By the way, the first meal is coarse bread and salt water soup when you just wake up.

How long will this kind of life last?

Abu stuffed the coarse bread into his mouth bit by bit.

It tastes like sand when chewed.

No, even fine sand tastes better than this!

Abu sniffed and spat out the wood chips and stones in his mouth very naturally.

Although life was hard before, as long as the family was together, there was always joy in the midst of hardship.

And now...

Abu regretted taking the money.

But when he thought about how the money could help his family with their lives, he fell into a very conflicted state.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded beside me.

"Worker, it's you. What a coincidence."

Abu looked up.

It turned out to be the black-haired young man who was very skilled in wheel hammering.

There is also a guy with a numb expression and a low sense of presence around him.

"What do you mean by destiny brings people together? I didn't expect you to work in the gravel field as well... Since we are so destined, let me introduce myself. I am A-Qiao, and this is my cousin A-K." The young man who called himself A-Qiao patted the shoulder of the person next to him with a smile, "Worker, what's your name?"

Ajo and Ake.

It sounds like the style of Balam civilians, but your appearance is really a bit out of place...

Abu laughed dryly: "I am Abu from Tuji Village."

By the way, the guy across the street is so suspicious, didn’t anyone else notice such an obvious thing?

never mind--

No one else said anything, but he kept worrying about it, which made him seem pretentious.

Having fallen to this point, we are all miserable people.

Why should we make things difficult for poor people?

Abu sighed and said, "Brother Qiao, you don't look like a laborer. Why are you so desperate that you come to this kind of place to make money?"

Ah Qiao smiled and said, "I can't help it. My cousin is going to get married soon. Who will marry him if he has no money? As his cousin, I don't have any other skills. I only have a lot of strength. I can only exchange my blood and sweat for gold coins."

gold?

Abu also laughed and shook his head, "You are quite humorous. I have been working since I can remember, but after so many years, my son is already 8 years old, and I haven't saved even a single gold coin."

"Isn't that right?" A Qiao raised his eyebrows. "Brother Abu, I've seen other people have it, but you don't have that thing implanted?"

Upon hearing this, Abu's expression instantly became extremely bitter. He swallowed the coarse bread in his mouth with difficulty. He slightly opened his sweaty clothes to reveal the bulge on his chest.

——It was a mass of tumor-like thing, sucking tightly against his skin.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the tumor is beating slightly, like an external heart.

“The people in the Spiritual Cult call this a gift.” Abu lowered his voice: “I mean, with it, I can do more work and I don’t get tired easily, but for some reason, I just feel very... empty.”

After a pause, he continued, "Many people who couldn't adapt to this thing have died, and the gift will be transplanted to others."

"It's normal, it's normal, the fittest will survive." Qiao followed suit and also opened his chest to reveal the throbbing tumor, "There is gain and loss, just look at it in a positive way."

"Oh, you are so confused. How can you, a young man..." Abu shouted subconsciously.

On second thought, I came here to make money. As long as I have money, I can do anything, including selling my life.

Thinking of this, Abu didn't want to say anything. Although he still kept the habit of writing letters, he knew in his heart that these letters could never be sent out.

Seeing that Abu fell silent, Aqiao and Ake did not try to find another topic.

The two men sat down not far from Abu and talked in low voices while stuffing their mouths with food that was even more disgusting than pig food.

"See, ninety-five percent of the workers in this camp have been implanted with artificial death cells."

"The concept of cell is too advanced. It would be better to use a simpler term."

"Then... all people are artificial Grim Reapers. Perhaps artificial Grim Reapers are created by using humans as carriers and experiencing despair."

"Okay, simple and clear."