Mysteries of the Earthsea

　　 "According to the records I saw in the library, the Pope 90 years ago, the night watchmen who had failed to bless them did this kind of experiment, but they all failed without exception."

　　 Linda's words cast a shadow in everyone's hearts. Looking at the dying bandage on the stretcher next to him, everyone's face was saddled. I really want to say that the bandage is dead this time.

　　 Charles continued to paint after a slight pause in his hand, no matter what, this is the only way now, even if the success rate is surprisingly low, it is better than letting the bandage sit and wait for death.

　　 Soon there are three three-meter-diameter patterns recorded on the paper and they have been drawn.

　　The triple figure composed of these weird wedge-shaped lines is not full of mystery like the magical array in the West Sea, but more like geometric patterns, which seem to carry a certain special meaning between horizontal and vertical.

　　 Charles raised the extremely weak first mate with one hand and walked toward the middle of the pattern. The bandage felt cold to the touch, and the slippery liquid dripped on his hand, which made Charles feel that he was carrying a half-rotten corpse.

　　 The pupils in the bandage eyes were slightly white at this time, and it seemed that he had been invisible. His cracked lips opened slightly, and he muttered to Charles.

　　 "Captain, I remembered, I seem to have taken my past and exchanged something with a certain existence. What is it?"

　　 Charles didn't answer, walked into the pattern with a bandage, and carefully placed him in the center of the pattern.

　　 Linda came over, holding a metal syringe in her hand, and hit the bandaged skinless chest directly.

　　 "This thing can last for half an hour, so that he will not toss to death so quickly, but if your method is useless, he will really die in half an hour."

　　 Charles took a deep breath, looked at the green soapstone sculpture in front of him and nodded slowly.

　　 He let the bandage grab the black blade first, then he grabbed the bandaged hand and stab it hard.

　　 An extremely harsh woman scream suddenly sounded in the room, and everyone in the room subconsciously covered their ears.

　　 In the next second, Charles saw a certain change in the posture of the sculpture in his hand.

　　 He ignored the situation and continued to stab the sculpture. After a few consecutive screams, the entire sculpture was stabbed in half, and a cloud of black mixed with gray smoke fell out of it.

　　 The gray smoke is rapidly spreading, as if it will disappear quickly in a few seconds at most. This thing is the source quality recorded on it.

　　 Charles did not dare to delay. He quickly opened the abdominal cavity of the bandage with a black blade. What surprised Charles was that there was no blood flowing out of the wound. Perhaps there was not much blood left on the bandage.

　　 Char directly found the position of the pancreas, and the arm controlling the bandage grabbed the source substance and pressed it hard.

　　 For an instant, the body of the bandage that was soft as mud collapsed straight away, his mouth opened wide, and he trembled silently.

　　 Seeing this scene, Charles quickly retreated from the pattern. Looking at the shaking bandage nervously.

　　 In the next second, the snow-white sea salt on the ground quickly burned and quickly extinguished. They all turned black, constantly twisting on the floor like a black snake.

　　 Under the gaze of Charles and others, a bent branch slowly stretched out of the bandage's mouth.

　　 That is not an ordinary healthy tree branch. The outside of the tree trunk looks like the green color in the vomit. With the twisted shape, it looks like a scary dryad struck by lightning.

　　 The branches touched the roof in a while, and began to twist and grow quickly around the ceiling.

　　 This is just the beginning. More and more tree trunks stretched out from the broken body of the bandage. Accompanied by the sound of tearing flesh and blood, the thin body of the bandage seemed to be shattered in the next second.

　　 Seeing this scene, Charles's heart trembled suddenly, something was wrong with this situation.

　　The growing luxuriant leaves and trees blocked everyone's vision, and the branches spread around like tentacles, and the front end extended out of Linda's bottles, seeming to be sucking the juice inside.

　　The branches with green leaves stretch out and grow longer, and soon a house will be filled with these branches. But these things didn't mean to end, and they began to reach out to the crew nearby.

　　 "Captain, how come I feel a little bit wrong." Feuerbach's expression was somewhat reluctant.

　　 "Brush!" A cane stretched over, rolled up Chef Planck and turned towards the building complex.

　　 Just when the fat man was crying and holding the table beside him, Charles cut the branches with a chain saw and saved him.

　　 "Captain, this won't work, if this continues, the entire ship will be occupied by this thing!" Linda's delicate face was dignified.

　　 Looking at the plants dancing in front of the demons, Charles stretched into his arms with a trace of trembling, and took out his strongest weapon, the Thunder Scepter.

　　The white electric arc kept beating on the short rod, but Charles did not do anything. The pile of plants in front of him was his chief mate, the crew member who lived and died with him.

　　Branches and trunks slowly came to Charles, wrapped around his limbs, and dragged him inside.

　　 Just when all kinds of plants were about to completely cover Charles, his one arm moved instantly, and the tip of the thunder scepter was fiercely inserted into the plant.

　　 "呲呲呲~~" The white arc pulsed rapidly between the green branches and branches, the creeping plant expansion immediately stopped and began to curl slowly.

　　 Charles did not stop in his hand, and continued to release an electric arc toward the front, the appearance of the plant changed from rotten green to yellow, and slowly turned black.

　　 Under the shining of thunder and lightning ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Charles's expression looked strangely ferocious. After a long time, Charles knelt on one knee with a snap.

　　 He panted, looking at the scorched mass in front of him, his heart could not be calm for a long time.

　　 "Bump!!" Charles's right hand hit the floor hard, hitting a hole directly, his eyes were red, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

　　 "Captain..." The familiar voice stunned the sad Charles. He slowly raised his head and looked at the scorched black matter.

　　 An emerald green branch stretched out from inside, swaying slightly left and right as if in doubt.

　　 Charles rushed over with excitement and slashed away the hot scorched black trunk. Soon, he saw the completely changed bandage inside.

At this time, his broken body has been supplemented by various plants. It looks like a tree man. The place where the eyes should have grown is empty. A few small vines have grown from the eyelashes, and they waded like tears to it. Lichen's face.

　　 Charles quickly helped up the bandage, and asked a little nervously, "What's it like? How do you feel?"

　　 The bandage lifted his right hand, and the green branches grew from the palm of his hand, curling up and bending with his thoughts.

　　 "I feel... His... curse hasn't disappeared... But I... feel that I can have enough time... to survive... God descends..."

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