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The sound of drums echoed, both solemn and powerful, yet the beats were dense and rapid.
I listened intently, realizing that this drumbeat was somewhat familiar. In an instant, I suddenly understood. Wasn't this the mysterious drumming I had heard in the cave? According to the direction from which the sound was coming, it was on the other side of the island.
Although this island wasn't very large, it would still take some time to reach that side. The danger was ever-present, so I resolved to go take a look.
With my decision made, I planned to sneak over while the drumming continued. I wanted to see who dared to play such drums on this deserted island.
On one hand, we needed someone to guard our dwelling and protect the fire. So I left Xiao Xiao behind, giving her a dagger and instructing her to stay close to our shelter and not wander off. After giving my instructions, I took up the Azure Dark Sword and set off toward the other end of the island with my bowl in hand.
We walked along the beach, where the path was relatively flat. At that moment, the red sun was setting, and darkness enveloped us. The dusk carried the salty scent of the sea, filling me with a deep sense of melancholy. An indescribable emotion surged within me as I walked for about an hour in silence.
The drumbeats seemed to grow clearer amidst the surrounding stillness; I could hear my own heartbeat and breathing. Not far ahead on the beach, there appeared to be a pile of campfires—dim and faintly glowing—offering no warmth at all; they only grew colder as I looked.
"Brother Xia, there are several people over there on the beach with bright red hair; it's so strange!" my bowl tugged at my sleeve. "Listen! They have red hair... Could they be...?"
I shook my head and let out a cold laugh. Squinting to see more clearly, what I saw sent chills down my spine. Those weren't just people gathering; my professional instincts alerted me to something unusual. That group had no faces—red-haired and wild-bearded—one of them had a single eye and a severed arm with a hook attached; another leg was missing, propped up by a wooden stick. The others also lacked faces, wearing red scarves and medieval clothing, with thin swords at their waists as they struck a drum!
"What the hell! Pirates?" A jolt of fear shot through me as I immediately recalled information about pirates.
Recently, news about Somali Island had been frequent. This group of Birdmen wielded makeshift guns and operated shabby yachts; they not only robbed passing cargo ships but even dared to attack military vessels! They were nothing short of desperate outlaws, comparable to the infamous Pirates of the Caribbean, who originated from Europe during the Age of Discovery.
These individuals clearly resembled Pirates of the Caribbean—could it be that I had encountered ghosts again?
In that stunned moment, one of the pirates turned around. The instant our eyes met, his lips curled into a strange smile. It was utterly bizarre—soul-chilling enough to give me goosebumps all over; even my bowl jumped in surprise!
The drumming grew increasingly eerie, reminiscent of music from Black Friday… The flames on the beach danced in rhythm with the rising and falling notes…
Suddenly, I felt a chill rising from my feet as thick white mist enveloped us… Eerie energy surged around me; although my vision was affected at that moment, my mind remained clear!
No, these three islands are not inhabited; they are all Dirty Things!
Based on the constellations above, I roughly calculated my location. I was in the South Pacific archipelago, where the Baru People reside. I once read an encyclopedia about the South Pacific, which mentioned that the ancestral enemy of the Baru People was none other than Captain Cook, who roamed the seas!
He was a British navigator, rumored to have committed massacres in the region inhabited by the Baru People. As a result, the Baru People refer to any red-haired pirate as Captain Cook... When they lull their children to sleep, they often shout, "Captain Cook is coming!"
I couldn't see Captain Cook's face; he resembled a decaying corpse. Suddenly, he charged at me with incredible speed, almost appearing out of nowhere. In just five or six seconds, he covered a distance of seventy or eighty meters...
Before I could react, that Dirty Thing had grabbed me by the throat. I struggled fiercely and kicked him hard, managing to break free. Without hesitation, I bit my tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the Azure Dark Sword, shouting loudly as I lunged at that Dirty Thing.
If not now, then when?
Captain Cook seemed momentarily stunned; it was clear his Daoist Practice was lacking. He probably thought he could intimidate some cowards by striking first. In that instant of hesitation, I couldn't help but laugh...
Damn it, he's just a fool! I thought he would be something formidable.
"Bowl! Take care of those two Trash!" I shouted at Bowl, who nodded and clapped her hands as she ran over.
This kind of ghost may not be recorded in Mausoleum Secrets, but it's pretty much like those in Pirates of the Caribbean—easily turned to bones. It relies on physical attacks and some low-level self-repair abilities. It needs to kill to replenish its Yang Qi; for ordinary people who have never seen a ghost before, such a scare can leave them utterly terrified!
As I lunged forward, that Demon let out a sharp scream and charged at me with remarkable speed. I thought it would turn and flee... but that thing was a desperate creature; it crashed right into my arms, knocking the wind out of me and causing me to stagger backward.
However, with that collision, the Demon also stumbled back a bit. At that moment, I finally got a good look at its face: it was bright red with bloodshot eyes devoid of any white. Its gaping mouth revealed sharp teeth; although its appearance was somewhat ordinary, it sent chills down my spine.
In that stunned moment, Captain Cook actually drew his sword and lunged at me like a warrior in combat. Countless flashes of white light came at me, forcing me to retreat several steps.
Damn it! I've fought against Rakshasa ghosts before; although I was at a disadvantage then, dealing with this kind of Demon is still well within my capabilities! The weapons these ghosts wield are all solid. If one were to stab me with their sword, I'd likely end up with several bloody holes...
Time was of the essence; I drew my Azure Dark Sword and swung it out. With a clang, our swords clashed—I felt a numbing shock in my hands as the Demon's sword snapped in two mid-strike. Half of the blade flew over my head while the Demon let out an astonished roar...
"I'm going to kill you!"
Just as I was about to finish it off with a sword strike, Wan suddenly charged in with a wooden stick, aiming for Captain Cook's head. The Demon was slammed hard into the ground, face-first!
"Brother Xia, get out of the way!"
Wan had already dealt with the two pirates. She shouted at me, catching me off guard and making me turn around. I saw her snatch my Azure Dark Sword and step on Captain Cook's head, raining down blows with the sword like a torrential downpour... It was incredibly ruthless! I was stunned, utterly shocked by her ferocity, but I liked it!
That Dirty Thing was stabbed, letting out a blood-curdling scream as smoke billowed from its wounds, twitching on the ground... "Brother Xia, stop dawdling! We all need you to protect us. Quickly absorb the Killing Intent from within him!" I was taken aback. Killing Intent? What the hell is that?
"Ah!"
Captain Cook let out a piercing scream as blood erupted from his body. I felt a shiver run through me; an icy chill seeped into my body, freezing me in place. Then, scenes flashed through my mind...
On a deserted island, the entire jungle had turned into a Sea of Fire, illuminating half the sky. Groups of Grass Skirt Indigenous People were engulfed in flames, screaming in agony as they tried to escape... At the entrance stood a group of pirates, wielding swords to block their way. Anyone who dared to break free would be immediately beheaded...
The sounds of wailing and crying merged into one. The mocking laughter of Redbeard echoed across the island, arrogant and cold, accompanied by flashes of blades and fire—a scene of human tragedy surged in my mind. As these images flashed before me, I could hear those voices clearly, driving me nearly to madness.
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