Senna dragged the last batch of spares onto a narrow board, while Lucian unzipped the cable and picked up the oar.

They worked in silence, immersed in their own thoughts, and rowed the boat into the dark sea.

The boat floated on the black water without even hitting the sails.

Shadow Island is dead silent. Not only does the sunlight cannot shine into the black fog, but even the natural wind is silent, so there is no need to set sail. If you feel the wind blowing, be careful.

The water surface seemed calm, but when I remembered the destination of this trip, a ripples of fear appeared in Lucian's heart, and the last experience was still vivid in my mind.

Last time he went to the island to find a way to relieve the curse of Sena, and brought back some ancient books from the library. Sena has lived in the lingering shadow of the black fog since she was young - some unnatural light of life stained her, attracting the black fog with an incomprehensible force.

On the way back on the boat, Lucian saw a little unusual light on the black fog on the sea.

A large ship broke through the black fog and came to Shadow Island where living people should not enter.

Even he, the light sentry who had purified countless undead creatures, dared not light the lights at such a close distance to the island.

He wanted to go over and warn them, but the undead came faster than him.

As soon as the ship was docked in the flooded port, the resentful undead who had been tortured by Sena for many years appeared.

Lucien lurked in the distance to observe the situation. He saw Thresh walking straight to the deck, and it didn't take long for the ship to illuminate a disgusting green light and a scream of fear.

The entire ship's soul was harvested into the lantern by Threstone, and the few sailors who wanted to escape were also dragged back by Threstone with a sickle.

Thresh rarely did not torture these souls, but Lucian believed that the tragic deaths of these people were related to him.

It was him who destroyed Threstone's lantern that the warden became so greedy and frantically absorbed the soul to replenish its strength.

Lucian later went to the ship to confirm that everyone was dead, but only one survived from the ship.

He seemed to be the captain of the ship, with a prosthetic limb in his right arm, and used the entire ship's hands to make some kind of deal with Thresh in exchange for Thresh's help...

Thresh talked to the man for a while and took him to the depths of the island.

According to Lucian's understanding of him, Thresh must have been planning some conspiracy.

Sure enough, shortly after that, the black fog underwent drastic changes and began to gather in the heart of the island.

Lucian rowed absent-mindedly and looked back at Senna. She was standing at the bow of the boat and staring at the front, searching for something in the fog.

"Do you have to go?"

Senna put her hands on the wooden box, and all their supplies were placed there. Most of them were ancient books and manuscripts collected by Lucian. She wanted to find a way to relieve her curse from it, but she no longer cared about the answers.

There is not much food left, so I will take this trip sooner or later.

"The black fog is getting more and more enthusiastic, and I feel...intellect in its desire. This is the mission of being a sentinel in the light, and we must try to investigate Thresh's conspiracy." She said, the thought constantly urging her to the port.

"We just settled down. I want us to have a good rest, even if it's short."

The sound of the chain dragging is still echoing in Lucian's mind.

It is precisely because I have lost it that I have become afraid of losing it.

He is no longer the Holy Gun Ranger without weakness, he is afraid that Thresh will snatch Senna from him again.

"I know." Sena opened the kettle and handed it to Lucien to relax. "I longed to forget the horror of the black fog, and to see only the stars when I look up at the night sky. But if I don't do anything, this wish will never come true."

With a heavy sigh, Lucian pressed the lid back on.

The boat avoided the broken buildings that were exposed to the water, and the appearance of these buildings meant that they had arrived in Hynia.

Senna's intuition was right. The sacrificed ship had disappeared, and was replaced by another ship.

The ship was bigger than the previous one, with the Bilgewater logo hanging on its dead sail.

They saw a group of people coming down from the boat, they dropped their supplies off the boat, inspected along the beach, leaving behind messy footprints.

Senna looked at these people with green eyes.

People come to Shadow Island to simply bring back precious antiquities or discover lost civilizations. Senna doesn't know why she has the idea of ​​going to the port.

She will save lives that are endangered by black fog, but the treasure hunter who is blinded by desire and forgets what fear is is not listed here.

There is a saying that you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.

This idea changed until Sena saw a girl in a blue dress, and her figure was fascinated by her small steps on the beach.

A feeling of closeness arises naturally, as if I have seen my family who have been separated for many years.

"We should let them go back, Shadow Island is not something that ordinary people should come," she said.

"These do not seem to be treasure hunters." Lucian frowned deeply and looked confused.

"Do you know them?"

"Just know some of them." Lucien told the truth, he never hid it from Senna.

If he read it correctly, the redhead should be Miss Doom who met him in the last time at Soul Erosion Night. A priest Baru was next to her, as if she was the powerful envoy who defeated Soul Erosion Night that night.

This is a very unusual background...

"What are these people doing? Can they trust?" asked Sena.

"I don't know either. It may be related to the previous ship. They have the ability to protect themselves. Let's observe for a while. It's not wrong to be cautious."

...

Gwen was wandering on the beach. In her memory, she had been lying on the beach for a long time, in a daze.

Now that she is here again, she tries to recall some details, but in vain.

She looked into the sky, and the black fog above the island formed a huge vortex, like an upside-down hourglass gathering like somewhere.

It was overwhelming, as if it could be suppressed at any time, and the roar of the undead echoed in the sky.

Suddenly, she felt a sense of pulling, as if the thread on her body had been pulled a little.

Gwen frowned and looked in the direction of the sea, only a thick fog that was as dark as ink.

"Have you found it? Gwen."

Putting one hand on his shoulder, Gwen shrugged his shoulders, realizing that he was too trance, and he didn't even know when Roy would come to him.

Gwen shook his head and stroked the mark on his neck: "It's just some ghosts in the fog, don't care."

She turned and looked at Roy, and saw that the part of her body contacting the black fog evaporated a layer of mist - the black fog was pulling away her vitality through her pores.

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Roy?"

Roy could also see the abnormality on her skin, and she shook her head: "It's only okay for a while. At this speed, it may take a whole day to feel it."

"Roy!"

As soon as Roy finished speaking, he heard someone calling her behind her.

Zell rushed over from the direction of the Beauty, followed by several Poluo, jumping on the beach and leaving footprints. He was also holding a lamp in his hand, which emitted a golden light, forming a spherical shield around him to isolate the black fog.

He walked over and let the light cover the two of them, and Roy immediately felt a lazy warmth filling the surroundings.

"With this lantern, you are not Gwen, don't walk into the black fog alone."

Roy took the lantern and the luminous liquid inside was as beautiful as melting gold. There was no open flame burning on the liquid surface, but hanging his palms above it gave a warm feeling of burning fire, which suddenly drove away the cold paralysis caused by the black fog sucking vitality.

She curiously said, "What is this?"

"The holy ointment given by Olui and the things of the Baru people, process the oil of the sea beasts in secret. The light emitted after ignition can isolate the black fog and block the weak undead. Save some use and don't go to others to get it frequently."

"Um."

Zell pecked and kissed Roy on the forehead, which was a reward for her obedience.

After a week of companionship, Roy was a little more relaxed than before, and she wouldn't have a mess if she held hands and kissed her in front of others.

But if Zell dares to put his hand into her clothes, she will still break his hand, even if he just wants to keep warm.

Zell's exercise also showed initial results. His arms were no longer soft and his abdomen also showed some curves.

Roy now likes to pinch the soft flesh on the inside of his arms and uses his fingers to slash along the lines of his abdominal muscles.

Gwen was no longer surprised. Seeing them getting closer, he also smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Beautiful things always make people feel happy.

"Let's go back."

The three of them returned to the port, and Miss Doom's men had already unloaded all the things they wanted to bring from the ship and placed them in the unloading area.

"What are you holding in your mouth?"

Zell saw Sarah sitting on the crate, looking up at a statue of a scholar who was watching with a scroll open, and holding a cigarette in his mouth, and then went forward to talk.

"I used the dried queen grass rolled cigarette, and Graham said it could block the black fog, so I tried it." This choked himself. Sarah coughed so much that she bent down and threw most of the cigarettes into the sea: "Ahem, it's useless. This is a ball of superstitious horse feces, and it's still choking."

"Even if it's Shadow Island, Bronn wants to say... it feels really good to be down-to-earth."

After helping unload the goods, Bron also came to the dock, with a big beard, followed by others.

He looked around and saw that the pier was covered with ruins, with tall stone pillars stepping into several pieces, and gravel rolling down the steps into the sea.

A strange glow emerged from the depths of the ground, and many architectural relics shrouded in this dark green light turned into fragmented shapes.

The neatly cut stone and building wreckage floated incredibly in the air, seemingly bound in the air by some invisible force, swinging up and down with the tide of energy.

The black sea water flooded the shore, flooding a large area of ​​buildings, revealing only a broken corner, like a drowning man trying to stretch out his arms.

A feeling of loss arose. In addition to being shocking, Bronn felt deeply regretful.
Chapter completed!