Chapter 1865 Guan Shan Le Dana
Cai Gen struggled and stood up unsteadily.
It wasn't that I wasn't light enough, but the deck was too slippery, with a thick layer of ice covering it.
Through the ice, you can see the ship planks below, which are actually made of wood.
A ship that can travel across the ocean has a wooden deck?
Is this a yacht?
Cai Gen raised his head and took a closer look at the whole view of the ship, and was immediately dumbfounded.
Damn it, it turned out to be a sailboat.
Wooden, sailboat?
The dark hull was covered with scars and hung with thick ice.
The dark sails were in tatters and leaking wind everywhere.
Is this the Black Pearl?
Cai Gen felt that it was too nonsense.
Even if this boat is relatively simple, I never expected it to be so simple.
The modern RV is placed on a dilapidated wooden sailboat, as if it has traveled through time, and it feels very inconsistent.
Putting your wealth and life on such a broken ship must be funny to Xiao Sun and the others.
Walking around the RV, I saw that the helmsman's position at the stern of the boat was empty, and there was no one at the helm.
Looking at the sea going away, this boat is quite fast.
Looking at the dilapidated sail again, it can never produce such a powerful power.
Is it a nuclear-powered ship with a layer of camouflage?
We circled around again to see what was going on at the front of the ship.
As a result, before taking two steps, I heard a crunching sound.
Cai Gen felt his feet become empty and he fell downwards.
What is going on?
Cai Gen was immediately deceived. He couldn't swim.
Even if I could swim, it would be difficult for anyone to swim in the huge waves and sub-zero water temperature of the Bering Strait.
"Xiao Sun, save."
Cai Gentai had already landed on the ground halfway through his shout.
It happened to fall on the lower deck.
It turned out that the upper deck seemed to have been holed by a cannonball.
Then it was frozen with a layer of ice.
The ice was not considered strong, and it couldn't bear Cai Gen's weight anyway, so it broke into pieces.
Fortunately, the bottom deck was relatively strong and Cai Gen did not fall into the sea.
He quickly took out his lighter and lit up the dark cabin.
There are a lot of sundries inside, such as axes, shields, barrels and ropes.
There were actually a few scattered cannons, which scared Cai Gen and quickly turned off the lighter.
If the barrel contains gunpowder, aren't you looking for death?
After groping along the dark cabin for a long time, Cai Gen walked back onto the deck and arrived at the bow.
Turning his head and looking at his companions who had come down from the RV, Cai Gen could say a thousand words into one sentence.
That’s so bad.
From what I saw in the movie, I would not choose such a shabby ship even if I was stowaway.
Put this boat in any museum, it will definitely be a treasure.
Pointing at Xiao Sun and the others, Cai Gen cursed and nodded for a long time.
Let’s just say that these people don’t take their own lives seriously, and they also don’t take Cai Gen’s life seriously.
Of course, Xiao Sun understood why Cai Gen was angry, but he was obviously very excited when he saw that Cai Gen did not die again.
"Third uncle, the person sitting on the bow of the boat is Mr. Guan. It's thanks to him that we came out this time.
Although this boat is broken, its speed is absolutely top-notch.
Perfect missed all checks, smooth batch. ”
The situation in front of me can only be described as horrific.
Xiao Sun still has the nerve to brag and worship for others, but Cai Gen really doesn't want to talk to him anymore.
Turning around and looking at the bow, there was indeed a figure sitting on the railing of the bow.
Judging from the back, he is indeed Lang Mintao's friend. He is dressed in feathers and fur, and at first glance he is in shamanistic attire.
It's such a cold day, I don't know if he is cold or not. Especially judging from the ancestral tattoos on his exposed skin, the back of his head is full of them, more than Tong Aijia's. Could it be that he is also a master shaman?
"Uncle Guan, Captain Guan?
Is the place you sit on strong?
Don't fall. ”
Cai Gen felt that the railing on the bow of the ship was a bit tattered and the deck was too slippery. He didn't dare to walk to the old man. He was still far away, so he grabbed the railing and squatted down, pulling his neck and shouting.
Captain Guan turned to look at Cai Gen, his disappointment undisguised.
The voice was loud, and without much shouting, it made Cai Gen's eardrums tremble.
"Ah, Cai Gen, don't you recognize me?
Didn’t we meet once on Taiqinggou?
At such a young age, why is your brain still not working well?
Are you afraid of fur? Come and talk.
Why are you so cowardly, so afraid of death? ”
Of course Cai Gen is not afraid of death, he is just afraid of the process of death.
I've died so many times, I'm used to it.
I have seen it on Taiqinggou. It must be a shaman.
But the last time we met, everyone was wearing masks. Who knows who?
He plucked up the courage, stood up, and took a few steps forward.
"Uncle Guan, didn't you wear a mask last time?
I really have no impression. ”
Unexpectedly, Mr. Guan grabbed Cai Gen's coat and pulled him to his side.
"Oh, just come here, you're afraid of hair.
How can I make you fall into the sea and drown?
I am Guan Shanle, Guan Shanle of the Guarjia family.
Living in Iceland, last time I talked about taking a whaling trip to Guanshanle.
Do you remember it? ”
After Cai Gen was caught, he was like a chicken, completely powerless to resist.
When he was pulled to the bow of the ship, he was so frightened that his pulse almost disappeared and he closed his eyes immediately.
It's really too high.
Cai Gen suddenly had a brain twitch. When Ruth stood on the Titanic, wasn't she afraid that Jack's hands would be numb?
If it falls and is crushed by the hull of the ship, the body will die, the jade will disappear, and the flowers will fade away.
"Oh, Cai Gen, open your eyes, it's okay.
Um, Baylor is down there, are you afraid of hair? ”
Um, who is Baylor?
It should be the ancestor god of life or the god of nature in shamanism.
Cai Gen slowly opened his eyes a crack and saw a thick rope tied to the railing next to Guan Shanle, hanging in the air and extending out on the sea.
Is something pulling the boat?
Cai Gen opened his eyes completely and looked along the direction of the rope.
I saw that the end of the rope was tied to a spear.
And the spear stuck in a whale.
Damn it, a whale pulling a boat?
Is it so environmentally friendly?
Cai Gen was completely dumbfounded. Is this kind of operation still possible?
Isn’t it a bit of a waste whale?
Besides, are whales so obedient?
Bred in captivity?
As the whale swam up and down, Cai Gen finally saw Ezhenbeile.
Sitting steadily on the top of the whale's head, covered in oil paint, colorful and colorful, it looks like a huge abalone.
Because he was sitting down, Cai Gen couldn't see clearly what Zhen Baylor looked like.
But no matter what he looks like, wherever he sits, he can let the whale pull the boat. Cai Gen is convinced.
"Awesome, Uncle Guan, aren't you a Shichibukai?
It's really awesome. Is it hypnosis or racial suppression?
Is the whale raised by your family? ”
Guan Shanle was amused by Cai Gen's inexperienced appearance.
"Haha, haha, that's awesome.
In our family, Zhenbeile is the fishing god among the ancestral gods.
Whether it's a goldfish or a whale, isn't that a professional counterpart?
These are all small games and cannot be put on the table.
It's a pity that the dinosaurs are now extinct.
It is said that my ancestors were majestic only when they rode a blue dragon. ”
Cai Gen looked envious.
This is what a supernatural circle should be like.
(End of chapter)