Chapter 408: Resurrection Town
"So you want us to go to your base camp and die?"
Hearing this, Jason next to him couldn't help but complain, isn't this lie a little too low-level?
"No, no, no, that's not my base camp."
Listening to the words of the undead head, Alka could feel that he was telling the truth.
Perhaps it was because he was no longer bound by flesh and blood, and only the dry bones remained, and even his soul was visible in his head. His mental fluctuations were so obvious that Alka could easily capture them.
He could clearly capture the fluctuations in his emotions, and could detect even the slightest concealment.
"Tell me specifically, is it safe for us to go to this island?"
Hearing Alka’s words, the captain’s head quickly said: “Yes, the people on the Island of the Dead are actually quite hospitable, and they are all good people.
They are all normal civilians, but we are pirates."
As soon as these words were spoken, not only Alka but also Xiadaiti and others around him shook their heads speechlessly.
Would anyone really believe this?
"Why?" Alka suddenly asked.
Because he realized that this sentence was actually true.
"Like I said before, we were all normal humans. We just woke up inexplicably and became like undead now. We don't think we are really undead."
"Then why did you attack us when you saw us?"
"...I want to see if you can kill us." The undead head suddenly said.
Hearing this, Alka frowned and raised his head slightly to face himself.
"The way you begged for mercy just now didn't look like you were asking for death."
"That's because I've already felt that you can't kill us. Since you can't kill me, then I naturally don't want to die. After all, it still hurts.
I'm not a masochist. If I want to live, I'll live. If you can really kill me, I'll beg you."
The skull kept talking.
"Interesting." Alka said, because he could feel that what the skeleton said was true. There was no intention to hide anything, and it acted extremely indifferent.
The corpse they dug out of the coffin also came back to life after its head was broken by the holy light.
Moreover, some skeletons began to gather and revive on the surrounding ghost ships.
After thinking for a moment, he said to the skull: "Now take us to the Island of the Dead."
"Ah? Can I not go? I don't really want to go back."
Hearing this, Alka simply squeezed his skull hard.
"Go, go, go, I'll lead the way. Did you hear me, guys? Clear the way!"
The surrounding undead immediately took action and began to drive the two undead ships forward.
As they passed through the fog, right in front of everyone, the ghost ship that was broken into pieces by Xia Daiti emerged from the sea again, and some broken wooden boards in the sea could be seen starting be pieced together again.
It's as if it had never been destroyed.
The skeletons that were originally smashed and swept into the sea by them also began to gather from the boat.
These dead skeletons came back to life, including the first mate who was about to usurp the throne.
He even came to Pororo and asked if he could return his golden prosthetic eye to him, which was very important to him.
Porro looked at the golden prosthetic eye in his hand and stuffed it directly into his eye socket.
However, it was blocked the wrong way around.
"See? It's like this. I can't die no matter what I do, but I can feel the pain of my soul because of death."
Even as he was speaking, the undead and skeletons were already rolling around on the deck, even wailing in pain.
After a long while, the unpleasant sound finally faded away, and the undead finally stood up again.
Then, as if the pain of being followed did not exist, he started chatting with the undead next to him.
A strange scene confirmed his statement.
It also made everyone more curious about this island.
"Is this island your former home? Are all the people on this island the original inhabitants?"
In response to Alka’s question, the Skull gave a negative answer: “No, before, we could only be considered compatriots of the same country at most.
I am not from an island.”
"Fellow countrymen?"
"Yes, it's just a country destroyed in the war of gods. When we woke up, we had become undead and residents of this island, drifting on this white sea."
This statement contains quite a lot of information. It turns out that these undead spirits have survived from the Age of War of Gods?
"Have you calculated how long it will take to wake up?" Lucilia asked impatiently on Alka's shoulder.
"I calculated it, it's about five or six thousand years old. Who can remember the exact time? Anyway, the time here is very chaotic."
It has been passed down from the era of the war of gods to the present day, but it has only been five or six thousand years since it woke up?
In other words, they woke up after a long time, after the war of gods.
This is what happened after I woke up.
Thinking of this, Alka asked, "Why didn't you want to go back before?"
"Like I said, the people on the island are peace-loving and relatively normal people. Look at how many normal people there are on my ship?
How can we get along and not kill each other? "
After hearing this, several people nodded. There was some truth in what he said.
The undead skeletons on their ship were normal by the standards of the dead, but a little outrageous by the standards of normal people.
Their ship passed through the fog and soon saw the clear outline of the island.
This island was much smaller than they had imagined. Alka looked at it and felt that it was only about twice as big as his hometown, Golden Wheat Island. It was the kind that one could see the edge of at a glance at the seashore.
As the ghost ship docked .
Alka and his friends saw floating ghosts, moving skeletons, and mummy-like bodies.
These skeletons and zombies were all wearing normal clothes and didn't even have any weapons in their hands.
"What the hell are you guys doing on land? Didn't you say you'd spend your whole life drifting on the sea?"
Said a leading skeleton, holding a worn fishing rod in his hand.
"It's none of your business, fisherman. I want to go to the island so I can go!"
Facing the skeleton, the captain who was held by Alka started cursing.
"Oh my, I met a tough guy. My head was even held in his hand. It was so funny. Hahahaha."
Faced with the captain's predicament, the undead on the shore began to laugh without hesitation.
Apparently the relationship between the two sides was not good, just as the pirate captain had said.
"Nalisa, hurry up. After you record this scene, you must draw it carefully. I want to hang it in the square."
"Yes, remember to describe it in detail when the time comes. I want to make a sculpture of this scene."
"That's right, that's what we should do. I can't help but choreograph a dance for today's happy events."
The undead on the shore were talking to each other, madly adding insult to injury.
"You damn things, I'm going to pull out your bones and feed them to the dogs!" Alka cursed at the skull in his hand.
"Haha, Baggett, if you could do that, you wouldn't be floating on the sea."
Obviously, Alka and his crew's ship was still at least one or two hundred meters away from the shore, but these undead started cursing at each other from such a distance.
For a moment, Alka and the others felt a little embarrassed.
Soon the ship docked, and the three ghost ships made way and stopped moving forward about forty or fifty meters from the shore.
Even at the command of the first mate, it began to sink into the water and leave.
But their captain was still in Alka's hands.
Not worried at all.
The Sound of Dawn is close to the shore, and there is actually a very complete port here, although it is a little small.
But after all, Alka and his ship were more than enough.
As Alka and the others walked towards the Sound of Dawn.
The undead came closer.
Several people carefully observed these undead spirits, and upon closer inspection, they found that these undead spirits were actually very clean.
There was no smell of corruption peculiar to the undead at all.
A female ghost floated over. She was the girl who had just been called Nalisa.
The spirit was dressed to look like an artist.
Several people actually smelled a fragrance on the ghost, as if they had sprayed perfume.
If it weren't for the appearance of these undead, Alka and the others would really think they were normal people.
"What a rare guest! I hope our appearance won't scare you." The skeleton who was in the lead with the fishing rod walked over and said.
The skeleton was wearing a clean but somewhat tattered vest, holding a fishing rod in his hand and a small flat hat on his head.
Looks very decent.
"Hello, I have asked him before coming here, and I have a general understanding of this place." Alka shook the head in his hand and said.
The skeleton nodded and said, "My name is Bernard. I'm the lighthouse keeper on the island. That's where I work." He pointed.
About 300 meters away from the port, Alka saw a lighthouse embedded on the island.
However, there was obviously no light on the lighthouse. Only a campfire seemed to be burning on it.
"If my friend doesn't mind, you can put his head down. Although he is a scumbag, he is still one of our people."
Alka nodded and threw the skull in his hand to the ground.
I can't kill it anyway.
With a few cries of pain, the skull hit the ground a few times. One by one, bones came out from nowhere and gathered together. Then they formed a skeleton body, and stood up again with his head on top.
Baggett stood up and shook his head, then shook his body after making sure it was installed properly.
Let your bones crackle.
He turned to look at the girl's spirit next to him.
"Oh, Narissa, you seem even more beautiful than last time. You smell so good, did you use the night-light flower perfume?"
Looking at Baggett approaching, Nalisa had an expression of extreme disgust and walked around to the side to keep some distance.
"Go away, Baggett, and wash the smell of seaweed off your body before you talk."
"How cruel! A lady wouldn't say such vicious words."
"No need to be polite to a pirate scum like you."
Baggett took out his pirate hat from somewhere and put it on his head again.
Then he broke off the normal leg bone of his right leg and threw it directly into the sea in front of everyone.
Then he took out his golden prosthetic leg from somewhere and installed it on the leg bone.
He went from walking normally to limping.
He walked around twice as if no one was around and then nodded with satisfaction.
This seemed to fit his image as a pirate captain.
"Now, the evil ghost admiral Baggett is back again."
Looking at this scene, Bernard shook his head helplessly and said to Alka: "Don't be surprised, my friend. Every race has people with poor brains. If you don't mind, come with us."
As they spoke, several undead spirits passed by Baggett and treated him like air, and walked up with Alka and the others.
Where you can see the port, there is some tiled ground.
Although there are signs of maintenance, it is indeed dilapidated.
There are more than a dozen steps connecting to the top, followed by a slightly winding path.
It spread all the way up the slope.
Looking at the people leaving, Baggett shrugged helplessly and limped after them.
After walking across the ramp and climbing up the stairs, Aka and his companions came to the top. Then they saw a small town located not far away from them.
Because there is still a faint mist around, it looks a little dim here even in the daytime, and there are still some lights burning in the village.
Stone houses are randomly placed everywhere, and various types of houses and buildings are located on the island.
It can be seen that the island is a little dilapidated, with few plants and only the soil and some gravel exposed.
However, you can still see some gray-black trees and grass here and there.
But it just makes the island more eerie.
"This is the Resurrection Town, and it's the only town on the island. All of our people live here." Bernard said, leading everyone over.
When everyone was passing by the path, a big hole suddenly appeared in the mud beside it, and a hand stretched out from the mud.
"Who's outside? Is it Bernard? Help me, I can't get out." A young voice came from the mud, sounding a little dull.
Without waiting for Bernard to pass by, Baggett, who was following behind him, limped over.
"You stupid brat, let your uncle come and pull you out."
"Is it Baggett? Why are you back?" The voice from the mud sounded a little surprised.
Then Baggett grabbed the hand bone with both hands and pulled it outwards with force.
A large area of soil began to loosen.
Then with a click, Baggett fell directly to the ground, with a shaking hand bone in his hands.
"Hey! You tore my hand off!"
"Sorry, sorry, little brat. Never mind. I'll just dig you out." In front of everyone, Baggett made his five fingers into claws and pulled upwards.
The soil instantly spread to the side. Alka looked at this scene with his eyes slightly narrowed. He felt the breath of treasure.
He was just wondering why the pirate didn't use the treasure when facing his attack. So the ability of the treasure should be to control the soil or the earth?
Having such a treasure but becoming a pirate on the sea is a little abstract.
The soil scattered to the sides due to the force, and a corpse crawled out from the soil.
"Thank you." The corpse came out and shook himself. A lot of dirt slid down through the cracks of his dry bones.
There was still some dirt in his trouser legs.
"Aren't you going to take off your pants?" Baggett said.
The skeletons, who seemed to be younger in voice, looked at Alka and the others and actually showed some embarrassment.
"Uh, there are still people here."
For a moment, Alka and the others didn't know what expression to make.
The skeleton...are there any leaks?
Baggett slapped him on the head, nearly blowing his skull off his neck.
"Wake up, you are not a normal person now!"
"Okay." The boy's voice was a little low.
Bernard also took Alka and the others inside.
Some skeleton residents were also scattered around the path, some were chatting, and some were just staring blankly at the sky.
Looking at Alka and the other normal people, these skeletons all had black eye sockets, but everyone could clearly see through the ethereal soul fire in the black eye sockets and feel their curious emotions. This feeling was very strange.
"This is really a strange island." Xia Daiti said beside him.
Along the way, Julia kept squinting her eyes and frowning. She was always exploring the surrounding environment and the changes in the surrounding environment.
Crossing the path, large buildings began to appear.
Spirits were floating around in the air, and skeletons and mummies were walking freely on the streets.
This is the town where the undead creatures live.
This was a scene that Alka and the others had never seen before, so they just stood at the gate of the town and watched.
"Oh, there are actually strangers who can come to the island. Is Baggett dying?" An old mummy came over with a black wooden crutch and said to Alka and the others.
"Old man, what do you mean by this?" Baggett, who was following behind, asked unhappily.
The mummy old man turned his head and stared at Baggett with his black eyes.
"Oh, I didn't see you, Baggett. You actually came to the island." As he said this, he seemed to be observing Baggett carefully.
"It looks like you were severely punished by these outsiders. It's a pity that I didn't see it."
"Grandpa Muguai, I saw it. I'll draw a picture for you later." Nalisa suddenly said.
"Okay, I'll definitely enjoy it."
This kind of conversation made Baggett extremely unhappy.
Alka and the others finally realized how unwelcome this pirate captain was in this damn place.
It's almost like a rat crossing the street, everyone who sees it will step on it.
Jason stood by and looked at the skeleton next to him.
"My brother, you are such a bad person. What on earth have you done in this place to make everyone hate you so much?"
Faced with Jason's question, Baggett turned his head away and didn't want to answer at all.
