Chapter 1152: Chapter 883, it's a tomb_3 Chapter 1152: Chapter 883, it's a tomb_3 The team members have started taking elixirs to dispel abnormal states and maintain their lucidity.
After an unknown period, the ship entered an area surrounded by broken decks and several larger and smaller ships with no signs of people.
It was visible that there were ships from the Kingdom on patrol, merchant ships adorned with the Chamber of Commerce's flags, and ships from the Mercenary Group.
Thud~!
The ship beneath their feet pushed forward, forcibly opening a path through the ship in front.
And with that collision.
Crash~!
Countless figures burst from the deck of the ship, screaming towards them through the fog.
Then, all the surrounding ships released large groups of figures who densely packed the decks, staring intently at the intruding ship.
One of the ships began to move, approaching them.
Then, ships of all sizes from all directions started moving, speeding towards them, appearing as if they intended to crush the invaders.
“Damn it, we came here to rescue you,” someone shouted loudly towards the outside.
The others also looked around worriedly, searching for a solution.
If the ship is lost, they wouldn't be able to swim back even if they knew which direction to go.
“Prepare to sink the approaching ships,” the Steward ordered loudly after kicking the still yelling member.
There was no time to consider other options now; if some did not die, they would perish here.
Clatter~!
The ship's equipment began rotating, targeting the approaching ships.
“Wait!” Wu Heng urged the Steward.
“Island Lord Wu Heng, under these circumstances, we can't afford to hesitate. I will write a detailed report afterwards and submit it to the headquarters,” the Steward said, pulling his arm away with urgency in his tone.
“Let me try something first!” Wu Heng said, as a copper bell attached to a stake appeared before him.
A bell?
Everyone turned their eyes this way.
“Come here, ring the bell!” Wu Heng directed one of the members.
The person, puzzled, still stepped forward, took the bell hammer, and struck the bell.
Dong~!
The deep sound of the bell resonated instantly.
The two skeleton attendants next to him trembled slightly.
And the dense fog around the ship, as if blown by a blast of Qi, dispersed in all directions, and the frenzied crew members aboard the ships trembled upon hearing the bell's sound.
From madness, they shifted to a cowering demeanor, all diving back into their cabins.
After ringing the Holy Bell, demons and disasters were averted.
Unexpectedly, it proved useful at this time.
As the frenzied crowd retreated to the cabins, the local Steward and others showed a look of surprise.
This Gold and Silver Island Master was more reliable than imagined, even possessing such a tool.
They also felt fortunate that it was him who came to their aid.
If it had been another Steward, fears are they wouldn't have been able to handle such danger.
Wu Heng said to the bell ringer, “The side effect is penitence. Just stay here in penance, and do nothing else. If someone goes mad again, continue ringing the bell.”
Having said that, he looked to the others, “Continue moving forward. The ghost ship should not be far now.”
The bell ringer's face turned bitter.
He knelt before the copper bell, repenting.
The rest of the crew, bolstered by this Special Item, sped up the ship with renewed confidence.
After the bell sound, the fog enveloped them once again.
The visibility dropped to three meters, and on the vast sea, this allowed them to see only the flotsam around the ship.
And there was more and more flotsam, as if they had entered a marsh filled with broken wooden planks.
Drifting with the currents, they bumped against the hull.
“It's from the Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps!”
Amongst the broken debris scattered all around, the association and others saw a familiar flag floating on the sea surface.
Everyone's expression turned grim.
They saw the flag, but not any crew members or bodies.
“There are words on the flag,” someone said.
“Retrieve it!”
The Tamed Beast, grasping a curved hook, snagged the flag from the sea, which was then directly pulled aboard by the crew members.
On the blank area outside the flag's pattern.
Two sentences were written.
This ship is a tomb, someone triggered something that released this ship.
The ship has Iron Puppets of level 12 and above. Do not approach this ship if you arrive later, or it will attack.
The legendary ghost ship, a tomb?
Wu Heng and the others, looking at the information left by the Mercenary Group, all frowned in unison.
“A tomb on a ship?” the Vice-executive was somewhat surprised.
The middle-aged Steward responded, “If you say it's a tomb, that makes sense. It's easier for something with severe adverse effects to come from a tomb.”
Many Necromancy-affected Special Items come from tombs.
Of course, not every tomb has them, depending on the strength of the tomb's master and environmental influences.
It's not an easy matter.
“Could it be the Pirate King, the previous Pirate King, whose burial place is unclear?” one Captain speculated.
“That's possible. Rumors say the association couldn't handle him, and dying on a ship is plausible,” another person agreed with this notion.
“What does Island Lord Wu Heng think?” the middle-aged Steward asked.
Wu Heng raised his head and then shook it, “I'm not sure; I've only been in the Emerald Sea for two years, and I only know about the Pirate King. I don't know about any other powerful figures.”
The tomb of the Pirate King seemed likely.
The previous Gold and Silver Island Master found the treasure left by the Pirate King, but didn't mention a body.
And the Pirate King, a legend of his lifetime in this sea area, arranging to be buried in this sea makes sense.
“Hmm, let's assume it's the Pirate King's tomb then!” the middle-aged Steward remarked.
At that moment, someone shouted, “Look ahead!”
Everyone looked up.
In the distance, through the fog, a strange ship floated on the sea surface.
As they drew closer, the ship's structure became increasingly clear.
The ship's body was rotting, broken with large holes, and its wood planks were covered with eerie dark-green moss, which glinted with a ghostly light within the thick fog.
The previously imposing statue at the prow now had only a pair of empty eyes, with its mouth open, spewing endless smoke.
The sails were tattered, fluttering weakly in the still air, making a 'susurrus' sound.
A ghost ship!
Someone stepped back two paces, nearly falling to the ground.
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