Chapter 264
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The surroundings of the bonfire reflected the shadows of the trees. Under the shadows of the trees, there were some half-naked people with strange painted bodies dancing around the bonfire. The strands of hair on their heads looked like the shadows of centipedes reflected on the ground. Coupled with the strange cries coming from their mouths, it was an indescribably creepy scene.
"… Kitkner tribe, a tribe that has preserved many primitive habits. The thing I want should be hidden in the ancient ruins they are guarding." Hidden in the tree hole, Hodgdon's two strange eyes flashed. Originally, he was only interested in gold and ores because his devil fruit could make him rich by refining the purity of precious metals. However, one day, he picked up a rusty iron box. When his hand came into contact with the blood coagulated and corroded cross in the iron box, one of his eyes was dyed red. Only then did he realize that his ability could not only be used to refine and purify precious metals.
It was also from then on that he began to be very interested in strange legends and various ancient objects. In the blink of an eye, he had become a collector and archaeologist.
"From the information I obtained from countless historical materials and legends, if I want to find the entrance to the Kitkner ruins, I have to wait until the full moon every month to receive some kind of guidance." The corners of Hodgdon's mouth suddenly curled up into a sinister smile. He looked at the full moon slowly moving in the sky above his head. The moonlight sprinkled down like a silver radiance penetrating through the dense forest. The whole earth seemed to be steamed with a layer of faint frost.
The barbarians with painted faces let out howls that Hodgdon couldn't understand. The howls became louder and louder. Suddenly, a strange beam of light reflected from a distant mountain and disappeared in a flash.
"There it is!"
Hodgdon suddenly crawled out of the tree hole. He pressed his hands against the ground and ran towards the place where the beam of black light disappeared.
As if some kind of sacred ritual was interrupted, an old man with a crown woven from bird feathers pointed at Hodgdon and revealed a withered yellow tooth. A tooth that was about to fall out was shot out like a bullet piercing through a tree trunk and nailing Hodgdon to the ground with a metallic sound.
"A rotten tooth?!"
Hodgdon stared at the place where the black light disappeared and calculated the approximate location in his mind. He suddenly stopped and took out a flintlock gun from his waist and shot behind him.
Bang!
One of the female barbarians was shot between her eyebrows. The extremely tough bullet easily pierced through her skull and sent another barbarian's skull flying. Red and white blood splattered everywhere.
Hodgedon watched the two corpses fall to the ground, then turned around and ran. Behind him, angry figures chased after him.
The warship was still some distance away from the shore. Yarlin, who was at the bow of the ship, opened his half-closed eyes and stared at the black light that flashed across the sky. It was from the unnamed island. His eyes flashed strangely, and the Crimson Spider appeared on his shoulder. It opened its hideous mouth and hissed restlessly.
"Speed up!" Yarlin rubbed his left eyelid and ordered.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh …
Sharp spears pierced through the dense forest like raindrops. Hochidon ran forward without looking back. At the same time, his body was like an agile cheetah, making all kinds of complicated and agile dodging movements. Occasionally, a spear would graze his body, but it could only scratch his clothes and leave a few white marks on his body, which was as hard as steel.
As he ran, Hodgdon's clothes were torn to shreds. However, his eyes grew brighter and brighter. He controlled the distance between him and his pursuers, neither too long nor too short. It was as if he was leading the way. The moonlight that fell from the sky dimmed the valley before him, as if there was an open mouth in the depths of the valley that sucked in all the light.
The inside of the valley was desolate. It was different from the green scenery outside. The inside was filled with withered and decaying vegetation. Under the silver frost was a fog-like sand and mud. In the middle of the sand and mud, there were many small holes that looked like ants. The densely packed holes were revealed to the naked eye. It was a terrifying sight.
The barbarians behind him let out even angrier howls, madly pouncing towards him. Hochidon abruptly stopped at the edge of the valley. His pair of red and blue eyes coldly looked down at the deepest part of the valley. Suddenly, he turned around and reached out his hand towards a barbarian who was pouncing towards him. He grabbed that barbarian's throat and lightly touched it.
It was like a lover's caress. The barbarian's lower body was still charging forward, but his neck had become stiff and straight. White bone color could be seen on the surface of his skin. In an instant, his muscles had been refined into calcified bone. His breathing airway and blood vessels were all blocked by calcium.
Hodgdon gently caught the barbarian's body that was falling forward. He then pierced a finger hole in the soft tissue below the Adam's apple. The blocked black blood immediately found an exit and spurted out like a fountain. Hodgdon grinned and pushed the corpse into the valley. He laughed and said, "Only a path paved with blood can safely lead to the entrance of the Kitkner ruins."
Blood splashed out and soaked the moonfrost. The black mud began to tremble strangely. Hochidon's eyes brightened. He laughed and killed the other barbarians. The reason why he kept a distance from the barbarians was because he wanted to see this scene in front of him.
An isolated and barren primitive island. A group of ignorant and backward barbarians. How could they be a match for Hodgdon? He was like a cheetah that had pounced into a flock of sheep. He quickly finished the slaughter and threw the corpses into the valley. It was as if he was using the corpses to build a staircase that led downwards.
Rustle rustle rustle …
Amidst the hair-raising sound, scarlet insects crawled out of the small holes. They looked like ants, but their bodies were covered with scarlet carapaces. They had sharp poisonous hooks on their backs. It was as if they had just woken up from a deep sleep. They dyed the entire valley into a sea of fresh blood.
Those insects climbed onto the floating corpses and drilled in through the openings below the throat bones. Hodgdon's scalp tingled as he watched. He braced himself and stepped on a corpse, then quickly jumped into the depths of the sea. Those insects seemed to be attracted by the corpse under his feet. Sure enough, they didn't come to bother him.
Because the insects had crawled out of the soil, a sunken door that was originally buried in the black mud in the depths of the col was revealed. The door had the shape of a lip, and inside it were two rows of teeth made of stone. Under the moonlight, the surface of the teeth reflected vertical lines of texture. It should be some kind of mechanism.
Hodgdon tapped the vertical lines with his finger according to a certain pattern. The closed gums loosened and opened the dark door. He grinned and bent down to walk in.
Thud!
Yarlin jumped down from the warship and stepped on the beach. A huge crater suddenly appeared on the ground. His figure disappeared, and the sound of the wind came from the dense forest …
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