Chapter 614: 611, it finally arrived. Chapter 614: 611, it finally arrived. “Great Master Alfaria, your humble servant offers you absolute loyalty,”
When Village Chief Puton learned the true na of the man before him, he struggled to maintain humility and prevent even the slightest hint of emotion from surfacing in his heart.
Knowing the true na, coupled with certain targeted information, a curse could be cast.
The man called Alfaria was not very powerful, at least without the help of the Demon Spirit, he would be completely unable to resist the curse.
If he took action himself, the man would die a terrible death.
Village Chief Puton gained so confidence.
He looked at the man before him and said in a very flattering tone, “Master, can you now ask the Demon Spirit to stay away from ?”
The Demon Spirit referred to the dark shadow.
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The sharp Dagger had been pressed against the back of Puton’s head, and with any carelessness, it could pierce through, lifting off his skull.
He had no control over his own life or death.
When Du Wei heard these words, he smiled at Puton, “Of course I can.”
“Dark Shadow, co back.”
As soon as he finished speaking,
Puton felt the chill at the back of his head disappear.
Then, he saw the dark shadow surface instantly behind the figure before him, sinking into it like a stream of water.
He hurriedly spoke up, “Master, your power is truly great, to be able to control a powerful Demon Spirit without even relying on the power of a mask. Are you possibly the leader of the Vanity Sect?”
Du Wei’s smile beca stiff, “You’re very clever, but it’s best if you keep this matter to yourself and don’t speak of it to others.”
Puton nodded repeatedly, “Rest assured, I will keep silent.”
Hmming in response, Du Wei said, “Go dress your wound, then take to the place where you last saw the Ghost Ship. We don’t have much ti left.”
Wiping the blood from his face, Puton replied, “As you command, my master. Please give just a mont.”
Having said this,
Puton turned and entered the house.
The mont he turned, his expression instantly darkened, and the ghastly wound turned outward, causing his face to twitch from the pain.
After entering the room,
Puton quickly attended to his wound.
anwhile, he was secretly pondering, “This Alfaria seems not to fear at all. I rely pledged loyalty verbally, and he tacitly consented without imposing any restrictions on .”
“Either he has no intention of letting live,”
“Or he is confident he can fully control my life and death.”
“But no matter what, since he didn’t kill and still wants to take aboard the Ghost Ship, maybe I can use him to snatch those five keys from Lock Ghost’s hands.”
“Immortality… I desire immortality so much.”
Hunters are a desperate group.
The so-called power cos with the deepening of Evil Spirit Transformation; the deeper the transformation, the faster one dies, and sooner or later one becos an Evil Spirit.
Puton’s abilities were unorthodox, but he didn’t have many years left to live.
Generally, hunters usually lived to forty or fifty years old, living to sixty was considered the limit.
What Puton desired most was immortality.
To live forever and ever, retaining his self-awareness, enjoying supernatural power, and greedily continuing to live.
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anwhile, in the living room,
Du Wei still had a smile on his face.
But his eyes were calm and tranquil.
This Puton naturally couldn’t be spared.
The man wanted to kill him.
Just for that reason alone, Du Wei had murderous intentions.
The reason he was keeping Puton around,
Was that Du Wei temporarily had use for him. Since he claid to be his servant, he would be the first to face danger.
Once he rescued Alex’s consciousness from Lock Ghost’s hands, it would be Puton’s ti to die.
There was no thought of sparing his life.
As Du Wei contemplated this, the Envelope in his pocket was sneering as well.
[The master always says I’m too foolish, but these hunters don’t seem to be much smarter.]
“Especially that dumbass Puton.”
“He’s probably living in a dream, thinking he’s the master’s loyal dog?”
“He’s not a slave, nor has he signed an indenture contract. At best, he’s just a freelancer. Just wait and see, based on my understanding of the master from the envelope, this guy probably won’t live to see dawn.”
“Tsk, I bet even if he dies and turns into an Evil Spirit, the master would still exploit him. How stupid.”
This is called professionalism.
The Envelope, which prided itself on being the most loyal dog, had already sumd up a set of experiences in dealing with Du Wei.
It knew very well that when its master was expressionless, that was actually the best ti to get along with him.
But when the master smiled, it was definitely ti to beware.
At this mont.
Village Chief Puton walked out of the room.
His face was mostly wrapped in gauze, the bandages still seeping blood, with only his eyes, nostrils, and mouth exposed, looking indescribably comical.
“Master, we can set off now.”
As soon as he ca out, Puton was extrely obsequious.
And yet, he kept a very low profile, constantly bending over, really looking the part of master and servant.
This was sothing the Envelope couldn’t achieve.
Because it wasn’t human.
Du Wei nodded at Puton, smiled, and said, “Then let’s set off.”
At that ti.
Looking out the window, through the glass, one could see that the sky by the sea had completely darkened, with dark clouds moving in this direction, the air carrying a hint of damp vapor.
The typhoon was coming.
The storm was quietly falling.
The initial droplets were small, quickly drying up as they hit the soil, but as the dense rain poured down, with gales howling, the ground was thoroughly wetted.
The rainwater gathered into streams, collecting in the low-lying areas.
And the typhoon brought more than just these.
The ocean was roaring.
On the sea surface, waves several ters high were whipped up by the fierce wind, roaring and crashing onto the shore, wave after wave.
The boats in the harbor swayed with the waves, at risk of capsizing at any mont.
Fortunately, no one went to sea during the typhoon, and everyone who should have evacuated had done so already.
Therefore, there was no loss of life.
Puton led Du Wei to the seaside, to the place where they had encountered the Ghost Ship last ti.
You could see, the ocean seed to be boiling, with increasingly high waves overlapping and surging over.
If you lived by the sea, you should be familiar with this scene.
Looking in the distance, the dark clouds seed to connect with the surface of the sea.
The coming of massive waves also stirred the dark clouds.
That dark mass pressed down, giving one the illusion of not being able to breathe.
Boom…
A huge bolt of lightning struck from the sky.
It sliced right through the dark clouds.
Soon after, Du Wei saw a mirage-like vision on the distant waves.
It was the silhouette of an old town, floating on the surface of the sea.
The next second.
The outline of that town sank into the sea.
The giant wave overturned it.
When it appeared again, it was unmistakably a large three-masted wooden ship, much like Puton had described, with many Ghost Claw Snails on the planks, crawling densely all over the hull.
It looked extrely disgusting.
And most notably, there was a red gate at the entrance to the cabin.
Even from a great distance, it carried a sense of evil intent, seizing one’s gaze, compelling you to stare at it involuntarily.
Du Wei’s tone was calm, “It has finally co…”
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