Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The old dirty mouth took another big sip of wine, this time he drank harder than last time, and even choked himself - of course, it is possible that the young man's words were too unrealistic.

The old pirate coughed and punched his chest hard with his fist. When his cough finally subsided, he laughed loudly: "You whimsical bastard, Miss Fortune will not appear in a ghost place like this.

If you can see her once, it will be considered as Ms. Beard's pity. Live honestly!"

"There's no point in living."

The young man with the tattoo was still melancholy. He had long curly flaxen hair. If it weren't so long that it was hard to see, he might have the temperament of a poet. He sighed: "The Night of Soul Erosion is coming again soon.

, within this week. God knows how many people will die this time?"

"If you die, you will die."

His companion said in a nonchalant tone and took out an old pipe from his arms. For a young man of his age, smoking a pipe was a very unusual thing.

"Crack."

The sound of the match burning was very slight. He stared at the burning wood between his fingers and gently lit the tobacco in the pipe. Then he took a pleasant puff and shook his head: "At least you bastard knows what she looks like.

Looks like... we can only run to the red street and play with those aunts whose skin is sagging!"

His words made everyone laugh, except for Old Dirty Mouth. The old pirate shook the cheap liquid in the bottle, put his face up to it, and felt the cold glass gradually turn into warm. He heard something in his ears

There is no limit to the dirty words of those young people. Old Dirty Mouth feels that his nickname should be given to them.

You know, he only talks dirty when he needs to, and most of the time, he won't be so obscene.

The old dirty mouth couldn't help but start to recall his prosperous years. At this moment, the old pirate's face no longer looked so profound with years, but transformed into a kind of tranquility and depth like the sea. He looked straight

He stared at the coffin that was going away with the waves, hoping that the candles would be extinguished soon.

At this moment, he suddenly frowned.

Old Dirty Mouth looked down and found that the hairs on his arms were standing on end. His legs began to lose control, and even his tongue was paralyzed. The taste of the damn cheap wine continued to ferment on the tip of his tongue.

, the bitter taste that was originally bearable was now amplified a thousand times, making his eyes widen.

Made him... want to scream.

But he didn't - because a heavy sense of oppression made everyone stop.

The voices of the young people disappeared, replaced by a low hum. At this moment, no one made any sound. Even their breathing became light and faint. A blue light flashed on the pier, and a man emerged from it.

Get out.

That heavy feeling of oppression disappeared.

Old Dirty Mouth breathed heavily, and the exhaustion brought to him by these few seconds was almost comparable to the continuous dance when he was young. He felt that his bones were about to fall apart, which distracted him and made him

He didn't notice the man walking slowly towards him.

But the young man behind him could see it clearly.

The young man with the tattoo of Miss Fortune on his arm has already put his hand on the gun on his waist. If the man intends to do something to the old dirty mouth, he will never ignore it - the old pirate has been lame since twenty years ago.

Since then, he has been working here as a corpse collector, and all the money he earned has been used to support orphans like them.

Old Dirty Mouth called his behavior atonement, and everyone laughed at him. Until these orphans grew up, until they visited those who laughed at Old Dirty Mouth one by one.

I don't know if it was his imagination, but the young man felt that the man seemed to have glanced at him. His eyes were shining in the dark, and his face was blurry. Only those eyes made his whole body stiff.

"Hello."

The man's voice was very deep, and as soon as he uttered these two words, the young man was already doubting his identity - apart from the group of traveling aristocratic Picheng guys, how many people can speak well of you so nicely?

"......ah?"

Old Dirty Mouth raised his head blankly and looked at the man standing in front of him. The man's face was still blurry, as if wrapped with a layer of gauze, but those eyes made him stutter involuntarily, and even used

Use the honorific: "You, what can I do for you?"

"There's no need to use honorifics...ha." The man chuckled. "I'm here to find someone."

He held out a hand.

This hand pierced the curtain of darkness and was placed cleanly in front of Lao Zunzui. It was pale, slender, and powerful. He slowly opened his palm, and a crystal clear green gem shone on it: "

This is your reward."

"Looking for...who?"

Old Dirty Mouth's tongue started to lose control again. He is not an ignorant fool. This gem can definitely be sold for a high price. It may even give him the money to leave Bilgewater and retire somewhere else, so he doesn't have to endure this place anymore.

torture.

However, he felt uncontrollable fear.

The man stood in the darkness, and the thick darkness enveloped him, making it difficult for Old Dirty Mouth to see any details. But for some reason, he always felt that he was not the only one in the darkness.

Definitely more than that.

Old Dirty Mouth could even feel its cold gaze - it stood beside the man, staring at Old Dirty Mouth, looking at him with the emotionless eyes of the dead, digging into every trace of his face.

details.

"You are the body collector here, right?" The man waited patiently for his fear to subside. "I'm looking for a harpooner, a man who was buried in the belly of a sea beast, and the only thing left behind was an animal-tooth dagger.

.You should have thrown that dagger into the sea half a month ago... Think about it, old gentleman."

He said politely: "What's his name?"

Old Dirty Mouth racked his brains, searched his intestines and stomach, and searched for every remaining sober memory from his mind and brain that had been ingested by alcohol and fear. After a few minutes, he finally trembled and spit out an uncertain name: "...

....Pike?”

This short noun created a ripple effect.

An illusory ghost walked out from the man's side and out of the darkness. He crossed the boundary between life and death and stood in front of Old Dirty Mouth and everyone. There was even water dripping from his body.

The smell of fear began to spread among the crowd. The young man who originally planned to draw the gun was stunned. His fingers were stiffly joined together, like a stone. They were born as one and could no longer perform the mission of drawing out the gun.

Already.

"My name..." The ghost breathed out cold breath, and the cold air lingered in front of the old dirty mouth and turned into solid ice crystals. "Yes, that is my name."