Chapter 138 After all, I am not a devil (Please subscribe! Please vote! 23)

A medieval European-style wooden boat crashed into an ancient warship. The entire hull of the wooden boat shook violently, knocking almost all the people on the boat to the ground and scattering all kinds of supplies on the ground.

The bow of the old wooden boat was broken into a not-too-small gap, while the ancient warship in the distance remained motionless. The scarlet mist wrapped around the hull seemed to be telling endless mysteries.

In the chaos, Faraday stood still and looked up, and saw a huge ancient warship appearing in the scarlet blood mist not far away.

That was exactly what an ancient warship looked like eight hundred years ago. This atmosphere of killing and war was almost impossible for others to imitate.

On the old wooden boat, before Faraday could come to his senses, a man in white and two identical Oriental men walked out of the scarlet blood mist and appeared in his sight.

The two identical people immediately attracted Faraday's attention. There was only one possibility for the appearance of identical people in this place, and that was that the scarlet blood mist was causing trouble.

This is the magic created by the combination of darkness and light.

Are these two people also the ones who entered the ancient battlefield?

Before Faraday could think carefully, the white-robed monk Bujie spoke. The ancient and mysterious Taoist voice rang out from Bujie's mouth and echoed in everyone's ears.

"You... have been conscripted!"

This voice stunned everyone, including Qiao Yuanshan.

requisition?

What's the meaning?

The meaning of "White-robed monks not keeping precepts" is literally to requisition all the people on this ship.

Requisitioning some cannon fodder is the best option for Bujie. He needs to protect the two Qiao Yuanshans, so naturally he needs someone to explore this ancient warship.

"What do you mean?"

Faraday also began to try to communicate with the white-robed monk using the "magic language".

From the words of the Oriental man in white in front of him, he had a bad feeling.

Hundreds of years ago, pirates on the sea also often said such words, but they did not say them as gently as the white-robed monk Bujie.

But robbery is robbery, and it doesn't matter whether the words are gentle or not.

"What I mean is... next, you need to listen to my teachings." Bujie's voice was cold and unquestionable.

The magicians on the ship understood what was going on and knew that they were being treated as slaves.

The group of people suddenly became agitated. On the boat, pairs of people who looked exactly the same could be seen, and the sound of discussions could be heard one after another.

"You can't do this to us!"

The other Faraday stood up and spoke loudly to Bujie in a righteous manner.

"Really?" Bujie smiled.

After he asked "Really?", Faraday, who had been questioning, suddenly fell to his knees, veins bulging on his neck and his eyeballs seemed to be bulging out.

Immediately, the skin on Faraday's face began to peel off, and the flesh under the skin was also peeled off. Blood gushed out, and the whole person seemed to be melting.

In an instant, everyone fell silent.

In just a few moments, the "Faraday" had completely transformed into a skeleton, with blurred flesh and blood flowing all over the deck.

Then, as if some force was disturbed, the eerie white bones shattered and turned into endless dust.

The flesh and blood on the ground immediately turned into dust and was blown away by the wind.

The white-robed monk Bujie looked at the blown dust and realized that he had killed a fake person.

"Looks like I helped you guys!"

Everyone's heart trembled when they heard this.

The white-robed monk Bujie looked around at everyone and said with a smile, "Now, does anyone have any objections?"

Everyone on the old wooden boat was speechless.

What Faraday felt was the gap, he didn't even feel how the Oriental man in white in front of him made his move.

There was no agitation of magical elements, and no signs of action.

The fake "Faraday" who was almost as powerful as him was killed without a complete body.

Although Faraday had imagined encountering the extraordinary forces of the East before traveling to the East, there seemed to be a gap between his imagination and the reality.

Seeing everyone speechless, Bujie smiled and said, "Very good, it seems that no one has any objections, then everyone can get on board."

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind Bujie.

"Master, isn't it unkind of us to do this?" The corners of Qiao Yuanshan's mouth twitched.

This master robbed, killed, and threatened without hesitation. His behavior did not seem to be righteous!

The white-robed monk Bujie nodded upon hearing this and said seriously, "You are right."

Then the white-robed monk Bujie turned around and said very politely:

"Please all of you come aboard with me."

The white-robed monk smiled faintly, but his smile made everyone feel cold in their hearts.

Everyone looked at each other, but in the end no one dared to disobey the bald Oriental man in front of them who seemed very polite.

Qiao Yuanshan stared blankly at the scene in front of him from behind. He felt as if he was at the scene of a crime.

Uh... Master, I didn't mean that your tone was impolite.

I'm talking about your murder and coercion.

Are you really my elder?

Who did you learn this kind of coercion from?

Unfortunately, Bujie didn't give him another chance to speak.

"My fellow donors, please move faster. If I start to fight, I will inevitably hurt innocent people."

Do not show kindness on the surface, but be compassionate to the world.

No one dared to take any action and could only walk obediently towards the ancient warship.

A quarter of an hour later, the white-robed monk Bujie stood on the ancient warship with a strange look on his face.

On the ancient warship he left, the half barrel of wine disappeared.

Now, there was only an empty barrel left on the ancient warship, lying there, as if someone had just stolen the wine.

The white-robed monk turned his gaze to the entrance of the cabin, where a footprint of moderate size was left, as if the man had returned to the cabin after drinking.

"You, go over and open the cabins."

The white-robed monk Bujie pointed to a male magician who had just been pulled from the old wooden boat.

"I?"

Qiao Ge pointed at himself blankly.

"Yes! You! Please hurry up, I don't have much patience."

The white-robed monk nodded and said calmly.

Qiao Ge looked at the indifferent expression of the white-robed monk and felt a chill in his heart. He hurried forward and walked to the door of the cabin.

The entire hatch is made of wood and looks like new.

However, Qiao Ge was feeling anxious.

If there was really nothing here, then that profound Eastern transcendent would not have captured a group of them to test the way.

“Squeak…”

This wooden door is obviously new, but it makes a sound as if it is many years old.

This ancient voice made everyone's heart tremble.

However, nothing strange happened until the cabin door was fully opened.

However, it was pitch black inside the cabin, as dark as a bottomless abyss.

Standing in front of the gate, Qiao Ge felt a cold wind blowing in from the cabin, which made his whole body covered with goose bumps almost instantly.

There is definitely something wrong here.

"Keep going inside!" The white-robed monk's voice sounded again, like a death bell.

Qiao Ge turned his head and looked at the white-robed demon monk Bujie, but the white-robed demon monk Bujie did not react at all. He said, "Why are you looking at me? After all, I am not a devil."

Just when Qiao Ge thought that he would stop him from going on, the white-robed demon monk Bujie spoke again: "But if you don't go on, you will become a lonely ghost."

Qiao Ge's body suddenly stiffened.

(End of this chapter)