The wind was blowing loudly, and Zhang Zhaochu, who was heading to the beach, did not notice that his shadow had disappeared for a while. He still wanted to buy a fishing boat.
Going out to sea, the open world is now my only place to live.
After walking for a long time, until they reached the sea, Zhang Zhaochu saw the abandoned shipyard mentioned by those young people.
An iron fence surrounded the abandoned shipyard, with only a rusty arched iron door in the middle.
There is a sign with black letters on a white background on top of the iron gate, which looks quite old.
The words on the sign were already a little blurry, and the only words that could be made out were "Jock...Ship..."
When he got here, Zhang Zhaochu frowned, but relying on Benjamin in his body, he was bold and walked straight forward to knock on the iron gate.
It is now seven o'clock in the evening Western time. Normal people would not go to bed at this time. Zhang Zhaochu does not think that he will disturb Old Jock.
“Knock, knock, knock…”
There was a knock on the door, followed by a cough from the abandoned shipyard, followed by a burst of hurried footsteps.
At the same time, Old Jock's cursing voice also reached Zhang Zhaochu's ears: "Fuck, where on earth did this idiot knock on the door?!"
Zhang Zhaochu didn't show any other expression when he heard this. After all, most of the elderly people in rural America looked like this, and Zhang Zhaochu couldn't force them to do so.
Soon, a short, fat white old man appeared in front of Zhang Zhaochu. Looking at him, Zhang Zhaochu's face remained calm. Before the old man could ask anything, he said, "I heard your fishing boat was for sale, so I came to take a look."
The short, fat white old man was stunned for a moment, then looked at him with disbelief: "30,000 Mi Yuan, can you afford this price?"
"Of course."
Zhang Zhaochu nodded and said, "Can you take me to see the boat I want?"
The buyer checked the goods and everything seemed normal.
The white old man had a strange look on his face, and said to your Zhang Zhaochu strangely: "Well, kid, I didn't expect that someone would patronize me even if I set the price at 30,000 Mijin."
Looking at this weird white old man, Zhang Zhaochu didn't care much: Even if he had something wrong, it was his private matter, what did it have to do with him?
I'm just here to buy a boat, not to do a census, so there's no need to know everything.
And, most importantly, my current situation isn't very good, and everyone is about the same, so there's no need to do anything about it.
"Come with me."
Following Old Jock's simple words, Zhang Zhaochu followed Old Jock into the abandoned shipyard.
But as soon as he came in, Zhang Zhaochu smelled a strong smell of blood, which made Zhang Zhaochu frown and feel that something was wrong.
Looking around, there were broken animal skins everywhere, and large patches of dark red bloodstains could be seen everywhere.
"Hehe, when I have free time, I like to kill some wild game to try..."
Seeing Zhang Zhaochu's skeptical look, Old Qiao Ke immediately started to explain, "There's a lot of game in the nearby woods. Would you like to buy some?"
"No."
Zhang Zhaochu shook his head. He was not a rookie. Animal blood and human blood looked no different.
But Zhang Zhaochu is already a superhuman, and he has the cunning Benjamin in his body, so he can naturally distinguish between human blood and animal blood at the first moment.
Most of the blood here is indeed animal blood, but some of it smells like human blood.
Looking at the amiable old Jock, Zhang Zhaochu sighed and thought to himself, "It seems I'm going to buy a boat for free today."
There was no way. Old Jock seemed to have ulterior motives and was about to attack him.
If you really do it...
Then he could only accept the fishing boat for free with tears in his eyes.
"Friend, although I've used this boat for more than 20 years,..."
Listening to Old Jock's bragging, Zhang Zhaochu finally saw the fishing boat he wanted.
Well, it’s no different from what I imagined. It’s very shabby and looks quite old. The instruments and equipment on the ship are a bit rusty.
But it doesn’t matter. When the time comes, Zhang Zhaochu will directly use his extraordinary abilities as fuel to propel it.
"Let's sign a contract."
After Zhang Zhaochu finished looking at the fishing boat, he said nonchalantly, "I think it's good. We can sign the contract."
Although it doesn’t matter whether the contract is signed or not, it is a formality after all, so let’s go through it.
"Sign the contract, of course."
Old Qiao Ke chuckled softly, walked briskly to Zhang Zhaochu, picked up a pen, and signed his name on the contract: "Now it's your turn."
Seeing that Old Jock's body was even showing some signs of stirring, Zhang Zhaochu shook his head and almost laughed out loud.
At this moment, the lights in the entire abandoned shipyard suddenly dimmed, and the place was instantly shrouded in darkness!
An ordinary person might have been panicking by now, but Zhang Zhaochu was no ordinary person. He just shook his head slightly at this trick, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. Then, the dark picture completely disappeared, and what appeared in front of Zhang Zhaochu was a picture as clear as daylight.
Night vision is an ability that basically every extraordinary person possesses. It allows people to see both day and night, which is enough to handle many things.
Zhang Zhaochu looked at everything in the shipyard and felt that Old Jock's actions were a little funny. However, before Zhang Zhaochu could take action to end Old Jock's life, a scene that shocked Zhang Zhaochu appeared in front of him.
The old Jock standing in front of me actually started to shed his skin!
Old Jock's face began to distort rapidly, his eyeballs gradually protruded and bulged, and the color of his head began to gradually change to gray-green. He looked as if an upright frog was standing there, his whole body filled with sticky mucus, disgusting and dirty.
"What kind of monster is that?!"
Looking at the monster emerging from the human skin, Zhang Zhaochu was a little dazed and couldn't help but mutter.
"God Dagon, I...I have spent my entire life atoning for my sins. Please...please enjoy the food I offer you!"
Old Jock, like a monster, was somewhat mysterious and kept muttering to himself. He seemed not to be in a hurry to "kill" Zhang Zhaochu: "Please send down a divine decree to kill that...kill that damn Zhao Quan and Peter!"
"They have tampered with the will left by the great Cthulhu. They... they have tampered with your identity. Please... please..."
Looking at the frantic Old Jock, Zhang Zhaochu took a deep breath. Before he could make the next move, Benjamin's voice in the shadows said slowly, "This is the Deep One, a follower and tribesman of Dagon."
"However... this is a member of the old clan of the Deep Ones, being hunted by the current Deep One organization."
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