"Yin … Si … Mao … Si …"
"Yin … Si … Mao … Si …"
The low and melodious murmurs, like sleep-talking, echoed in Gounières's mind over and over again.
The Magic Whale swayed slightly with the waves, and Gounières's sleeping face showed a bit of nervousness and fear.
After a while, a trace of struggle emerged on Gounières's face.
Immediately, Gounières slowly opened his eyes, and the look of fear and pain gradually dispersed from Gounières's face.
The low and deep murmurs of "Yin … Si … Mao … Si …" also gradually disappeared.
"Hu …"
Gu Nie exhaled deeply, feeling as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
Gounières got out of bed, put on his clothes, and then opened the window of the captain's cabin.
What entered his eyes was a deep fog surging under the sea breeze.
Gounières looked at the time. It should be five o 'clock in the morning. At this time, the light of dawn was completely covered by the deep fog, and there was no trace of it at all. The sea was completely shrouded in eternal darkness, a strange world shrouded in the curtain of night.
Amidst the slight sound of the waves, there were hair-raising roars in the distance from time to time.
Not in the sea, but in the eyes of hatred and greed, they looked at the sea demon ship.
Among them, there was no lack of strange creatures stealthily coming over.
In the past few days, several crew members had been injured.
There was also one who was almost dragged into the sea by a fourth-order tentacle octopus in his sleep.
Fortunately, it was discovered in time, otherwise, the sea demon ship would have been reduced.
As the window opened.
The cool but somewhat oppressive sea breeze poured into the room, making Gounières's nerves slightly relax.
In the past ten days or so, the Magic Whale had been heading towards the Fog Shadow Islands.
Along the way, they encountered seven or eight big and small battles.
Every time, it was a small-scale attack by the fishmen and sea serpents.
Fortunately, Gounières was there, and the battles were daunting but not dangerous.
After ten days of deep sea travel, they were already very close to the Shadow Islands.
The closer they got to the fog, the thicker the fog became, and the stranger the sea became.
From time to time, they could hear the sound of flowing water, but they couldn't see what was around the ship.
Looking at the deep and oppressive dark sea level.
Even with his Origin Energy and night vision, Gounières could only see within 150 meters of the ship. Any further and Gounières would not be able to see anything.
Gounières gently rubbed his temples and relaxed his slightly tense nerves.
"That strange calling really makes it impossible for me to rest properly. Fortunately, it has started to weaken over the past few days."
"Innsmouth!"
Gounières pondered the name of this Cthulhu creature.
The item that caused Gounières to summon the Gounières was the treasure obtained by the Gounières, the altar chain that was similar to the anchor of the deep sea.
The second day after obtaining the altar chain.
Gounières began to touch the altar chain and gradually nurtured it to obtain more information.
Gounières did obtain some scattered information.
However, that night, when Gounières sat cross-legged to rest, he fell into a deep sleep without any warning.
Under normal circumstances, Gounières would not fall asleep unless he actively entered a deep sleep state.
But a strange thing happened.
After falling asleep, Gounières had a dream. The dream was very realistic, as if Gounières had experienced it himself.
In the dream, on a terrifyingly large ship, Gounières looked down at the endless sea.
In the sea, groups of indistinct murlocs swam slowly. Their target was an ancient and majestic temple deep in the sea that could not be described with words.
There was a temple there, and it gently called out to Gounières. "Yin … si … Mao … si …"
Over and over again.
Finally.
Gounières felt that it was the final destination of his life.
Then Gounières jumped off the ship.
At that moment, Gounières woke up with a start.
Then Gounières was shocked to find that he was standing on the edge of the Magic Whale, about to jump into the sea.
At that moment, Gounières finally understood.
He had touched and deeply felt the strange power in the altar chain, and he had been infected by some strange power.
The Cthulhu creature called Innsmouth, he did not know what level of existence it was. Perhaps it was at the level of the Dominator, or an even higher level of the Old Gods, but it was calling out to him.
This situation would be a devastating blow to anyone else.
If it was anyone else, when they came into contact with the call of this terrifying Cthulhu creature, perhaps … their body would start to mutate, and they would grow fins, gills, and a tail. Then they would respond to the call of Innsmouth from the depths of their soul, and the most fervent faith from the depths of their soul would be born. Finally, they would jump into the sea and return to its embrace.
Fortunately … Gounières had reincarnated under the same level of power before, and he had a certain resistance to this strange power.
On the first day, Gounières almost jumped into the sea under the call.
On the second day, Gounières locked all the doors and windows.
When he woke up, Gounières found that he was sleepwalking, and he seemed to be looking for a way out.
On the third day, Gounières found himself lying on the floor.
On the fourth day, Gounières did not even get out of bed.
…
Today was the 11th day.
The call was so weak that it could only give Gounières nightmares.
It was impossible to rely on the call to make Gounières do anything.
"The mysterious power of this Cthulhu creature is getting more and more mystical and terrifying."
"I don't know when I will be able to grasp this indescribable and terrifying power."
Looking at the gloomy sea fog, Gounières thought to himself.
"The call is getting weaker. It should be fine in another seven or eight days. "
"It's better for me to get rid of this strange call as soon as possible."
"It's not a good thing to sleep every day for no reason, especially in this sea of fog."
"Captain."
Just as Gounières was thinking.
A figure quickly passed through the fog on the ship.
It was Martel Cole, the young man who was always full of energy.
When he came to Gounières' window, Martel's figure did not change much compared to before.
However, the strength of his physique and his vigorous Qi and blood were growing stronger day by day.
Although he was still lacking compared to Gounières, it was already quite terrifying for normal people.
In fact, none of the Type 3 sailors could contend against Martel in terms of strength.
During the time they were sailing on the sea.
With Gounières' instructions and Martel's help to catch fish, the three chefs were completely open to roast all kinds of fish for Martel.
Martel was not picky with his Gluttony Inherent Skill.
Ordinary food was also particular about taste. And those fish creatures in the sea were all meat that contained source energy. Martel did not refuse any of them.
Whether it was raw sliced fish, boiled soup, barbecued, pickled, pressed, or dried salted fish, etc.
As long as it was edible, Martel could stuff them all into his stomach.
And the effect was surprisingly good.
Although Martel was only at the rank 2 level.
But vaguely, he already had the battle strength of a rank 3.
This made Gounières re-examine Martel's Gluttony Inherent Skill. Did it mutate?
"What's the matter?"
Looking at Martel, Gounières said softly.
"The First Mate wants you to go over for breakfast. He has something to say to you."
"Oh?" Gounières frowned slightly, then nodded. "I understand."
Then, Gounières looked at the fog ahead.
"Fog Shadow Islands, we should have arrived!"
Then, Gounières looked at the depths of the sea on the side of the Magic Whale. After staring for a while, Gounières narrowed his eyes.
"I have a bad premonition. Are we being targeted again?"
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