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The originally sealed box cover was kicked open by Lance, and the painted black wooden board flew out horizontally, with some hair trembling wildly on it.

Bang!

He threw down a piece of white crystal at will, and the bright light immediately illuminated the entire warehouse.

Lance looked down and saw that there were more than a dozen people who had already dried up in the box!

The skin of these human heads is ashen, squeezed together, and some parts of the skin on their faces are even stuck to each other. Their eyes have long been weathered, and their hair is growing like wild grass.

Unfortunately, under the intimidation of the silver flying knife, the hair became peaceful and could only be huddled in the box without moving.

The originally fierce roar immediately turned into a low tremor and exclamation.

"Ah!" Dora's consciousness gradually woke up, and she suddenly spit out the tongue in her mouth and stood up in a mess.

"Lance?" She looked at the things in the box with a pale face, and immediately vomited again after reading it. Her voice was extremely hoarse, not like a girl at all, but more like an old witch.

"Your luck is a bit bad." Lance spread his hands: "The ghost in this box is the only thing on the entire ship that can cause substantial damage to our bodies."

Dora vomited for a while before she helped Valerie up, who was also weak. The two girls suffered a lot in front of these hairs, and had some psychological shadows.

Even if they are powerful wizards, when facing such strange things, they will have some reactions that ordinary people should have.

"Thank you." Valerie also looked at Lance gratefully, but her mind was obviously much more active: "From your tone, you seem to have an understanding of what is on the boat?"

Dora also reacted: "You said this box of monsters is the only thing on the ship that can cause substantial damage to us... Do you mean there are other ghosts? And those ghosts cannot cause substantial damage to us?"

Lance nodded: "It's almost the case."

After saying that, his hands shook, and two thin silver lines trembled slightly. In the shadow, the little girl helped the little boy and walked out.

Under the white crystal light, Dora and Valerie found that the two children had no shadow.

"Spirit?" Dora looked at Lance with surprise: "When did you become a [Spiritual Summoner]?"

"You can think I'm versatile." Lance said shamelessly: "Although I'm not a spirit caller or a necromancer, I still have some means to restrain these spirits. But I'm very lucky and have found the easiest way."

"I hate you, despicable guy." The little boy stared at Lance coldly: "You better not give me a chance. I will eat you one by one!"

"Little brat. I'll kill you right away." Lancesson smiled, took out a flying knife and shook it in front of the two spirit bodies.

The little girl immediately pulled the little boy and stopped him. However, the little boy still looked directly at Lance with an angry look.

His anger was vented on the little girl: "It's all you who dragged me down! Let this despicable demon succeed!"

The little girl in red lowered her head in aggrieved manner and was at a loss.

Lance was not interested in continuing to listen to the little boy's nagging. He threw the flying knife high and then quickly caught it.

"Next, tell me the old man's secret." Lance said: "Don't worry, I won't kill him. I'll ask him to help me drive the boat."

The little boy yelled: "Don't tell him!"

"Anyway, we are already ghosts! If you die, you will die! They can't escape. This ship will take them to the world of the dead, and they will die!"

The little girl was so scared that she didn't know what to do.

A look of impatient appeared on Lance's face. He suddenly held the silver thread in his hand tighter. The other end of the silver thread immediately tied the ground tighter.

The little boy knelt down in pain.

The little girl shouted in a crying voice: "Stop torture him anymore. I'll tell you all!"

Lance shook his wrist again, relaxing his control over the little boy.

"Look, I'm still easy to talk to." He squinted his eyes and said to the little girl: "If you don't intend to harm me, I'll even be happy to be friends with you. After all, I'm a very simple person. Don't continue to challenge my patience, I'll give you two minutes."

Dora and Valerie on the side saw this scene, looked at each other with a strange expression.

The former smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Lance... I didn't expect that you really have the temperament of a villain."

Lance said in surprise: "Do you think I'm too cruel to them?"

Dora hesitated for a moment and nodded: "They still look like children."

Valerie shook her head and said, "They may be older than you in this world, Dora. Don't forget that they are our enemies. If it weren't for Mr. Lance, we have been killed by their kind now. Mr. Lance did right."

Dora lowered her head a little sadly. She also knew that there was no problem with Lance's actions, but for her, torture the two children, even if the other party was an enemy or a ghost, she felt a little reluctant.

This has nothing to do with experience, experience, or age. It is purely kindness and sympathy from the heart. Even if she just escaped from death.

At this moment, Lance walked over, patted her shoulder, and said warmly: "Turn your head and plug your ears, don't look like that."

"You're a good guy. Dora."

"But IMHO, along the way, because of your wrong decisions, we encountered countless unnecessary dangers. From this point of view, you are not a qualified leader."

"So, sorry, from now on, I won't be following your command. Also, if you need our continued help, even if I ask you to share all the information you have about the Castle of Sivare to us. Otherwise I will opt out of this adventure."

Lance's tone was very calm, but these words seemed to hit Dora's heart with a heavy hammer.

Her face became even more ugly, and she clenched her fists with her hands.

"Mr. Lance! Now isn't the time to talk about this!"

Valerie said with a frown.

Although she was very moved by Lance's proposal, she felt a little embarrassed when she saw Dora's infatuation.

"You are right. It's more appropriate to talk about this matter when I get the ghost on this ship."

Lance turned around, looked at the two ghosts again, and signaled that the little girl could start talking.

At this moment, a muffled groan sounded from the floor beside it.

Some unlucky guy who was dragged from the first floor to the second floor was woken up slowly by Lance.

He covered his nose in pain. While standing up, he asked vaguely:

"Damn, what happened? Who the hell punched me?"

...

In the bottom cabin, Sacra lies on the cold boat board, looking at the sky with his eyes blankly.

Next to him, an old man sat cross-legged.

"You are very strong. I like you very much." The old man laughed.

Sacramen said expressionlessly: "I didn't expect that my spell would actually be invalid for you. You are not an ordinary spirit."

"It's obvious that this is nonsense." The old man was holding a quill in his hand, and was constantly writing twisted black symbols on the floor.

"Have you ever seen spirits that can touch entities? Not to mention that I can write well."

"Why didn't you kill me?" said the wizard frowned.

Just now, after he solved the couple's ghost in the bottom cabin, he was about to walk up the second floor to see if Dora and Valerie were attacked by spirits.

Who knew that before he could walk up the stairs, he was caught off guard by a strange attack.

Facts have proved that the old man who launched the sneak attack was not an ordinary spiritual body. Sacra was enough to smash all the sound wave attacks of spiritual bodies, but they were ineffective against the old man.

Soon, he was knocked down by the other party.

But what surprised Sacra was that the old man did not rush to kill him, but instead began to take out a quill and write and draw on the edge of his body.

This strange process has lasted for more than ten minutes.

The old man must have been doing useless work. He instinctively realized something was wrong. Unfortunately, he had already been hit by some kind of evil magic by the old man. Not to mention magic, he could not even move.

The old man wrote and smiled, "I said everything, I like you very much, so I won't kill you."

"Most of the crew members on my ship are not talented, and only one little brat has some potential, but that guy doesn't listen to the discipline and has a bad temper. Sooner or later, he will die."

"I think it's better to add a capable subordinate than to eat you."

Sacra frowned: "What do you want to do? I won't be your subordinate."

"Don't say too much." The old man raised his pen and said, "This is a spiritual transformation array, and not everyone can become a spiritual body after death. However, with this array, the success rate will be increased to at least 85%.

"So that's it." The barbarian wizard said quietly: "But you won't succeed."

"Oh? Why did you say this?" the old man asked with interest.

"You came to deal with me personally because I took the lead in killing those two ghosts, right?" Sacra said, "So you think I am the strongest of the five of us, don't you?"

“That’s true.”

"But you were wrong." Sacra said firmly: "I'm not the strongest person."

The old man frowned slightly and then said, "So what?"

"That person is stronger than me, but the other ghosts on the boat are weaker than you. What do you think will happen?" Sacra asked back.

"I understand." The old man suddenly smiled strangely: "You are delaying your time, what a smart guy."

"But your proposal makes some sense. I will kill that guy who is better than you first, and then accept your new subordinate."

After saying that, he put the quill aside and stood up.

At this moment, a sudden colorful light shone into the bottom cabin. The sound of footsteps came from the stairs.

"No need. I'm already here."

Lance's figure gradually appeared, followed by Landry, who was gritting teeth, and two girls.

He held an old urn in his arms and held a silver flying knife in his hand.

"Hello, Captain Braham." Lance said politely, "I am Lance. I want to discuss the course of this ship."

After saying that, he raised the urn and flying knife in his hand, and said calmly: "My partner and I don't want to go to the world of the Dead, so how about sending us to [Other Side]?" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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