As long as people live, there is hope.

They can only hope that they are obedient. Han Le will not detonate the soul bomb in their brains, and work hard and perform well. One day they get a different look from Lord Han Le, and maybe they can take that thing out of their brains.

Although the latter is almost a dream.

But no matter what, they at least temporarily saved their lives.

Puchi puff!

The crow stayed listlessly on Han Le's shoulder. Han Le took out a soul stone and handed it over. The latter opened Qujing and swallowed it in one mouthful, and then barely improved his spirit.

The Crow's soul bomb was originally one of his Qun Realm functions, and it was useless, but it was used to control this group of pirates.

The soul bomb is a soul power seed buried in the human brain, which can sprout at any time. As long as Han Le has a thought, these pirates are likely to die and then become a walking zombie in the Crow Qun Realm.

Of course, the process of planting a soul bomb is quite troublesome.

On the one hand, the crow needs to consume a lot of soul power, and on the other hand, the recipient needs the wholehearted cooperation.

If you have a slight resistance in your heart, the planting of the soul power bomb will fail.

This is how the more than 70 corpses that were thrown down by Blood Hand came here. Once they failed, Han Le would kill them mercilessly without leaving any room for anything.

This also makes the subsequent work much more convenient.

In short, the Blood Hand and two frigates totaled more than 300 people, but now there are only more than 200 left.

However, Han Le can temporarily rest assured about these two hundred people.

It is not ruled out that some strong people have ways to remove the soul bomb, but before that, they all had to work hard for Han Le.

...

In the cabin.

"So, if I break the siren's curve, will all pirates feel their feelings?"

Han Le played with the conch in his hand and frowned slightly.

Zhao Qian replied respectfully: "That's right, because the Siren is one of the eight sea gods. The reason why our pirates in the East China Sea survive is because of the blessing of the eight sea gods."

"The mark on our chest is obtained at the annual pirate ceremony. It comes from the gifts given by the sea gods themselves. Once the sea gods fall, there will naturally be a sense of emotion."

"In fact, it's not just the pirates who have sense..."

He was hesitant when he said this.

Han Le understood what he meant: not only will the pirates have some senses, but the so-called other seven sea gods will also have some senses.

This led to his original plan to attack the Bone Burial Bay directly miscarriage.

Killing now will not only face the pirates’ high-level battle, but may even collide with other sea beasts.

You know, in order to break the conch's curved state, Han Le consumed the original power in his body completely.

Even so, there were two more cracks on the bell, which made Han Le feel very painful when he saw it.

"It seems that I can only change the plan."

"In addition to the Bone Burying Bay, your Blood Hand fleet should have a supply island nearby, right?"

Han Le asked.

Zhao Qian said hurriedly: "There is a small island not far away, where we sometimes shelter from the wind."

"Just go there."

"By the way, help me find a warrior and send me a letter to the leaders of the Bone Burying Bay."

"Just say I have something important to discuss with them, and the specific matters are all in that letter."

"By the way, there is no need to avoid my identity, just say it."

Han Le slowly ordered.
Chapter completed!