Chapter 222 Exploring the Fog of Memory Again

After just leaving a message to help pay attention to the relevant news, Yago returned to the cloakroom and did not continue to disturb Erin's work.

After returning to the cloakroom and sharing some of the grilled steaks he brought back with Hugein, Yago started his unique dinner of grilled steaks and macaroni.

In the early hours of the morning, after feeling that he was already full of energy and confirming that the dead power shared by the cemetery guard and the undertaker had fully recovered, Yago was ready to explore the sea of ​​memory fog of the Extraordinary who passed the tide again.

After closing the door and releasing the spirit mist to seal the room, Yago turned on the subtitles and brought up the upward angle of view. Afterwards, he took out a silver coin——

【Luck Check = 49】

【Luck Check = 36/50】

success!

With the lucky buff added, Yago gained some confidence.

Glancing at the silver coin in his hand, Yago chose to put the silver coin away.

Because the lucky buff is uncertain, and the effective situation is also unstable. I have encountered Yago who ended the buff by picking up money many times, and chose to wait until the exploration is completed before preparing for the gambler's fallacy.

He'd cry if he somehow used up his Luck skill while preparing for the Gambler's Fallacy.

Holding the silver key, Yago activated the Reaper Lamp.

Like a gravekeeper walking in a foggy cemetery, the gloomy light of the dead soul lamp and the boundless mist emerge at the same time.

Pieces of mottled fog with a slightly darker color than the surrounding fog were distributed in various positions in his field of vision.

Yago looked for the darkest fog in his vision.

According to what Uncle Sander told him, there is a saying in the ocean of memory.

The more important the memory, the darker the fog will be.

The more secret it is, the less it can tell other people's memories, the darker the fog will be.

However, this does not mean that the darker the fog will contain the more important information.

For example, for a male Extraordinary, compared with the memory of the mysterious side, the memory of the former may have a darker color of memory fog.

According to what Uncle Sander said about the several factors that affect the depth of the memory fog, the memory on the mysterious side that cannot be told to anyone, that only you can know, should be the darkest.

If you take Yago as an example, the memory fog containing the information of "traveler", "system", "the gatekeeper's mask and the temple of ruins", and "Shogyin is related to his own life" should be the color the deepest.

The words in the back row are "the gambler and the gravekeeper coexist", "Elsa is not dead".

In the back row, there are related incidents related to the mysterious side of the thorn tree

Looking across the darkest pieces of memory fog, Yago thought about it, and he chose the one on the far left.

As he came close to the fog of memory, the gloomy light of the dead soul lamp dispelled the fog, allowing Yago to see the scene in it.

In the upper half of the field of vision, a boundless ocean emerges.

And as the dividing line, it is the rotten side of the ship.

Looking down, it is the deck.

On the deck, there were pieces of pale skeletons scattered, including human skeletons and biological skeletons that did not look human at all, and many of them were already covered with moss.

At this time, a voice sounded:

【Captain Longfellow, we found something in the cabin! 】

The language sounds a little erratic, and there is not much difference in the pronunciation of light and heavy sounds, and there seems to be no distinction between light and heavy sounds.

Atoran.

When Yago recognized the language, the owner of the perspective who heard the voice turned his field of vision, skimmed across the damaged deck full of traces left by the battle, and paused slightly on a corpse that looked like a stick insect.

The pale bones formed a long pole, and several strange, bone-stacked feet protruded from the side, with some suspicious, rotting flesh and blood on them.

The bones of the head have been broken, and Yago can't identify what kind of creature it belongs to.

The owner of the angle of view did not leave time for Yago to identify carefully. After a short pause, he moved his eyes and fell to the cabin under the damaged deck. He took a few steps forward and jumped out of the cabin.

Logically speaking, the deep cabin that should appear dark was not dark in Longfellow's field of vision.

In the cabin where many human or other animal bones are piled up, there are several young men with bronzed skin.

Similar to other men, a bronze-skinned woman dressed in cool clothes, only wearing a leather corset and shorts, was standing in front of a dilapidated wooden barrel. Seeing Longfellow appearing, she pointed to the wooden barrel:

"Captain, there is a book in the bucket"

Hearing her words, Yago saw the angle of view shake slightly—the man named Ferranro nodded.

Immediately, he raised his hand.

Seeing this, the woman couldn't help but pounced to the side.

In the next moment, the fine water, like a high-pressure water knife, swayed with Ferranro's fingers, and cut the wooden barrel in half from top to bottom.

The barrels parted and fell sideways.

A slightly damp leather notebook was placed in a wooden barrel.

Ferranro glanced at the woman who was laughing awkwardly, and walked forward.

The leather notebook without any markings just lay there quietly.

Then Ferrano raised his hand.

Punch down on that leather notebook!

And the moment he swung his fist, the leather notebook squirmed instantly, fangs pierced out from under the leather, and the paper opened and closed, revealing a big mouth, biting towards Ferranro's arm.

And at this moment, in Yago's vision, a fine stream of water appeared around Ferranro's arm, like a blade.

Without any pause, Ferranro's arm directly penetrated the monster disguised as a leather notebook, and the water blade tore its body.

slap, slap, slap

Pieces of wriggling flesh and blood fell on the board of the ship.

The arm was raised again, streams of water rolled out, wrapped the squirming flesh and blood, and rolled it aside.

[It's a mimic! Good stuff. 】A young man's eyes lit up, and he walked to the side of the mimic's corpse.

And Ferranro turned his sight around, and his vision circled around in the cabin

Finally, his eyes stopped on a piece of rag covering the thigh bone of a corpse, he immediately took a few steps, reached out to pick up the rag, looked at the rag, and said in an admonishing tone:

[Gravekeepers have the means to guide the gathering of spiritual mist. They will actively guide their own spiritual mist to gather to cover their own memories. Moreover, when they have not fully read the memory, they will pour the deceased's spiritual mist into some Carry on for transfers on inconspicuous items. 】

[Remember, even if you find such a thing, don't easily extend the spirit mist to try to read it by yourself, so as not to destroy the information. 】

As he spoke, he threw the rag at a young man in front of him:

[Our tidal path cannot read memory without disturbing the spiritual mist. Once the spiritual mist is disturbed, the memory will be messed up. 】

And at this time, the young man who was teasing the dead body of the mimic suddenly said:

【team leader! There seems to be something in this mimic's body! 】