The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Although he still couldn't believe it in his heart, the facts were in front of him and he had to treat it with caution.

What if.

What if the person in front of him was really the long-dead being in his memory?

If you don't behave well, you will be bullied to death.

According to rumors, the Lord of Mysteries has a bad temper and wild ideas, causing great suffering to a group of gods and outer gods.

Even the few words left behind have become secret knowledge...

If Salinger had not won the War of the Four Emperors and almost became the ruler of the world, he would not have known that several epochs ago, there was such a being who gave gods headaches and ghosts worries.

"You're too polite, little Zaratul. We're brothers." 'Little Zaratul' was still doing actions that were very inconsistent with his appearance.

He used his rough hands to pinch the fragile shoulders of the new god of death, "Don't be so formal, yours is mine, and mine is mine."

Yes, yes, yes, everything is yours, no one dares to snatch it from you.

Salinger decisively changed his mind, and the Original Witch finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, after successfully resurrecting the God of Death, 'Little Zaratul' did not stay here for too long. He casually said hello and returned to the spirit world, leaving the Original Witch and Salinger looking at each other in bewilderment.

After a long time, the two were finally sure that the troublesome guy had left, and they all felt relieved.

After exchanging a glance, the Primal Witch said, "The situation is more serious than we imagined. The alliance between the Goddess of Night and the Outer Gods of the Sky is almost indestructible. In addition, there is also the implicit support of the Mother Goddess of the Earth. To be honest, our chances of winning are very low."

"Just because the odds of winning are low doesn't mean there is no chance of winning." After the 'mysterious afterimage' left, Salinger finally stood up again and regained his former majesty.

It's just that this kind of expression on a baby's face is inevitably a bit inconsistent...

However, he said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "I have been wandering in the endless darkness and I don't know what is going on outside. But now that I have successfully returned, the power of death cannot be taken away by others easily!"

At this point, Salinger smiled and said, "The Southern Continent is our territory. You know, every grain of sand here bears the mark of the Hades!"

After hearing this, the original witch nodded gently: "Well, since you think so, then we will fight them to the end. I can help you fight for the power of death, but you have to bleed first..."

After saying that, he pierced Salinger's arm with lightning speed.

Salinger did not resist, and said helplessly: "At least give me some mental preparation."

The original witch smiled and said, "Your followers, let's not talk about the quality for now, at least the creativity is good. 'Artificial Death', this ridiculous thing will be a great weapon for us, the more the better."

Chapter 677: The persistence of 'talking about people'

Time returns to the present——

On the poor people’s table, hard black bread and a little bit of vegetable soup were considered a good meal.

Holding the wooden cup, Abu said to his wife Agatha earnestly, "Thanks to Brother Aqiao for helping me at the critical moment, otherwise I would have died."

Hearing this, Agatha showed a look of fear.

She did not doubt the mysterious things Abu talked about.

In this land, countless strange phenomena occur every day. To be honest, she can't think of any other reason for being able to survive under such circumstances except that it was the protection of gods.

Thinking of this, this simple woman put her palms together and said: "Great Quetzalcoatl, I am willing to dedicate everything to you."

Quetzalcoatl.

The mythical form of Salinger.

Many believers continue to believe in the God of Death to this day. In a sense, this is His anchor.

'Dedicate everything to Quetzalcoatl' is more than just a simple slogan...

Jon smiled, not exaggerating his role, but simply saying it was luck. When he mentioned his poor cousin, he tried to squeeze out a tear from the corner of his eye.

When Abu and his wife saw this, they tried to comfort them for a while.

Had a simple dinner.

Naturally, it was time to sleep.

The people here are too poor. Apart from working, eating and sleeping, they have almost no other entertainment. Being able to smoke a few puffs of local tobacco in their spare time is the ultimate enjoyment.

Unfortunately, Abu couldn't even afford to smoke tobacco. He was extremely poor, and even the wooden house he lived in was shabby.

Fortunately, the wooden house he was assigned came with a compartment for storing miscellaneous items.

On ordinary days, Abu's son Chuck sleeps here.

Of course, Jon would not disturb the couple's long-awaited reunion, and offered to spend the night with little Chuck.

Little Chuck welcomed this very much.

Abu and his wife were also very happy that their son liked this unexpected visitor. After giving him a few instructions, they went back to their room.

Late at night.

There were two people squeezed into the small compartment, one on the left and one on the right.

Jon curled up his legs, not caring about the bad environment at all. He just stared at the other person with a smile: "Where should I start?"

Little Chuck blinked his big eyes with curiosity: "Big brother, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all."

"Stop pretending, Salinger, my dear Hades. I admit that I found this place purely by accident, but now that things have come to this, you still want to continue pretending in front of me, which seems to be a bit contemptuous of me."

Jon's mouth curled up, "You don't want others to know that you are acting innocent here, do you?"

Chuck: ...

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly gave up acting, and his face revealed a maturity that was totally inconsistent with his age.

"Very perceptive, worthy of being a being from the starry sky."

Jon spread his hands and said, "What do you think Starry Sky is? I tell you, everyone there is talented and speaks well. If you don't believe me, I'll take you around and you'll understand everything."

Bold outer god, you still want to trick me into the starry sky?

dream!

Salinger stopped pretending and sneered, "So what if you discovered one of my clones? Losing it won't have any impact at all.

Every grain of sand on this land is my kingdom. As long as the belief in Quetzalcoatl continues, I will be immortal!"

"Immortality? Not necessarily." Jon looked Salinger up and down. "If it wasn't for the person in the spirit world who found a bug in the resurrection rules for you, how dare you say this to me now?"

祂knowledge is the way!

Salinger was shocked.

No, how could He know?

Chick leaks?

wrong.

That guy is his staunch ally, the kind that can't be any stauncher.

It is even less likely that "that adult" would reveal it on his own initiative.

hiss--

Yes, it's terrifying.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. As long as I am willing, there are no secrets in this world in my eyes." Jon smiled and said, "Then Your Majesty the Dark Emperor, are you willing to make a deal with me?"

trade……

Salinger still refused to give in and snorted, "There is nothing to discuss between us."

"Do you really think so? Friendly reminder, I can do everything that the one in the spirit world can do, but He may not be able to do what I can do."

Hearing this, Salinger hesitated, but still did not give in.

Without waiting for Jon to say anything, he immediately extinguished the spiritual power in little Chuck's body.

Can't afford to provoke me and can't hide?

Forget it.

Now is not the time to fall out.

The resurrected King of Hell resolutely followed his heart.

Jon was quick to support the poor child.

The vitality in his body quickly dissipated, and he soon turned into a shriveled corpse.

Jon was helpless: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Dedicate everything to Quetzalcoatl?"

Shake your head and go back in time.

Little Chuck went from being a corpse back to being a little boy breathing steadily.

However, there was no sign of relaxation on Jon's face.

There are too many people in the southern continent who believe in Quetzalcoatl.

Theoretically, each of them could be Salinger's possessed object.

You can't find it no matter how hard you try.

and so--

We still need to have a good talk.

'Talk About People' is officially launched!

Putting the boy on the hard bed, he wiped his face, took off his labor clothes, and returned to his normal appearance.

With a thought, the portal opened.

Jon entered and disappeared in an instant.

About five or six seconds passed.

Another portal appeared out of nowhere, and a small money bag was thrown out of it, landing right next to Chuck's pillow.

There was another sentence on the purse: Thank you for dinner, may sincerity and kindness be rewarded.

the other side.

West Balam, the original temple.

Salinger (the baby) suddenly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I have been discovered."

When the original witch Chick heard this, she quickly asked, "Who? Who discovered you?"

“Starry Sky Evil God.” Salinger did not hide the truth: “He accidentally found one of my clones and asked me to make some kind of deal, but I refused.”

Chick tutted and frowned.

He has fought against the Starry Sky Evil God.

pity--

That time we lost miserably.

Not only did he fail to reap pain and fear, but he also lost his uniqueness and extraordinary characteristics.

otherwise.

He will only come down from the Kingdom of God to the real world when he has nothing better to do.

"You are doing the right thing." Chick nodded: "We cannot give that person even the slightest chance."

Salinger's face was tense. "Azik was bewitched by him and gave up on resurrecting me. Now he dares to appear in front of me. Humph, if he were not in a bad state, I would let him see the majesty of the Hades!"

Chick:…

Physical impact?

Why does it feel like the resurrected Salinger is so much more childish than before?

"It seems that my old friend is not in as good a condition as I thought." Shaking his head secretly, Chick said to Salinger, "In short, it is better to be careful. We cannot afford any setbacks. One wrong move will lead to a complete failure."

Salinger said 'hmm'.

Then his expression changed slightly: "Oh no, I've been found again!"

A village thousands of miles away.

Jon stared at the hunchbacked old man in front of him with a smile: "It's very rude to leave without saying goodbye."