Chapter 72 Exploration

Verdu swallowed his saliva subconsciously, creating an indescribable sense of fear.

He didn't know what he was afraid of. There was obviously no real danger, but a drop of liquid of unknown origin fell from a height, which sent chills down his spine and tightened his pores.

Maybe the environment here is too gloomy and dead, or maybe the identity and source of the liquid are unknown... Verdu moved two steps out cautiously, and began to observe patiently.

For the next few minutes, nothing unusual happened here, and no more liquid fell from the heights.

This made Verdu reasonably suspect that there was just a bird passing by, holding a sea fish or a freshwater fish in the stream on the island in its mouth, and a slightly viscous liquid fell from the surface of the fish.

He calmed down and checked the ruins of the telegraph office again.

Nearly ten minutes passed, and Verdu initially confirmed that there were only blood-colored traces and simple murals related to mysticism, which were worth studying.

Instead of recklessly picking up blood-colored soil and rubbing strange murals, he took out a pure and dreamy crystal ball from his clothes pocket.

As an "astrologer", of course, he will use the best means to confirm whether to take action.

Holding the crystal ball in his left hand and stroking his right hand above, Verdu entered the state of "astrology".

The next second, the crystal ball burst into a bright light.

boom!

It exploded directly, throwing fragments all around.

... Verdu's eyes froze, and he stood still, ignoring the pain caused by the insertion of the fragments into his body.

"It exploded... it exploded..." He whispered unacceptably to himself.

The crystal ball fragments inserted into his body did not seem to have broken through the classical robe, and fell one after another without being stained with any blood.

Of course, a small amount of crystal ball fragments remained on Verdu's jaw and face, creating one small wound after another.

"Who?" Verdu woke up suddenly, turned his head and looked to the other side.

In the ruins on the opposite side, a figure came out. It was the slightly revealing girl on the pirate ship.

She was well hidden,

She was not discovered by Verdu, but the explosion of the crystal ball just now shocked her, causing her to make a radical and obvious reaction, which led to the failure of sneaking.

Verdu's injured face suddenly distorted:

"Why are you here?"

The girl raised the corners of her mouth and put on a gesture of indifference:

"This is Bansi Port, not your home, why can't I be here?

"I'm bored, so I get off the boat for a walk, hoping to pick up some jewelry from the ruins, is there any problem?"

She asked two questions in a row, and didn't mean to stay away from Verdu at all.

Verdu did not quarrel with her, took out the pre-prepared ointment and medical alcohol, dealt with the injuries on his face and jaw, and put all the crystal ball fragments that were pulled out back into his clothes pocket.

He didn't want his blood to stay in such a weird place.

Next, Verdura pulled a decoration on the classical robe.

It was a "gate" pattern consisting of three rubies, three emeralds and three diamonds.

Almost instantly, the robe tightened suddenly, making the flesh on Verdu's body stand out.

Just when Verdu's bones were about to break, his figure gradually faded and disappeared in place.

Then, he "teleported" to the seaside peaks outside Bansi Port.

The mountain has also collapsed, and it has become a rubble piled up with rubble.

As far as Verdu knows, this place used to be the place where Bansi residents worshipped the "God of Weather", and it was also a key target of the Church of Storms.

——After the crystal ball used self-explosion to remind him of the unknown danger hidden in the Bansi Telegraph Office, Verdu dared not continue to explore there, collect occult materials, and could only forcibly transfer to the next predetermined location.

And this also let him get rid of the girl's stalking.

As soon as Verdu's figure appeared, he bent down and gasped for breath there, feeling as though he had finally recovered from his suffocation.

At the same time, Verdu only felt a tingling pain in the right rib, as if a bone had been broken.

After taking several deep breaths in a row, he endured the pain and walked a few steps forward with sweat on his forehead, arriving at the altar marked on the map.

There is no doubt that the altar has been destroyed, leaving only a large, vitrified, slightly charred pothole, surrounded by scattered stones of different shapes.

Those gravel more or less have traces of fire and thunder.

After taking a look around, Verdu Abraham raised his right hand and raised his sleeve robe.

The whistling sound of the wind suddenly appeared, and some small gravels were "pushed" away from the place, revealing the ground they had blocked.

This is the "wind blowing technique" of the "trick master", which Verdu uses to replace his manual labor to maximize his own safety.

As the gravel "flyed" away, Verdu saw the same blackened ground, and some areas had a small number of very incomplete patterns, patterns and symbols left.

Woo!

The sound of the wind became more and more intense, drumming in Verdu's ears, causing him to look up at the sky in surprise.

His wind, which could only blow small rubble, turned into a hurricane at some point, and the "push" made him wobbly.

Verdu immediately saw thick clouds gathered in the sky, and it seemed that a storm was about to come.

Although he had heard that Bansi was a "weather museum", he never thought that the change would come so suddenly.

For a moment, Verdu wondered if his "wind blowing technique" had caused the storm, or if the cleaning of the ruins of the altar just now had inspired some kind of change.

Such speculation made his forehead sweat quickly.

As the storm raged, Verdu saw a pile of rubble flying diagonally ahead, revealing a boulder buried beneath them.

The surface of the boulder was staggered with deep cracks, giving the impression that it would crack with just a touch.

At this time, the wind had subsided a lot, and the heavy rain was still brewing.

Verdu thought that he had come to Bansi Port and couldn't be scared away like this, so he gathered up his courage and approached the boulder full of charred cracks.

He immediately took out a magnifying glass with a strange pattern engraved on the handle, and carefully checked the condition of the boulder.

Seven or eight minutes later, Verdu put away the magnifying glass belonging to the magical item, and sighed with regret and frustration.

He has initially confirmed that there is nothing wrong with this boulder, and it does not involve mysticism.

Just as Verdu was about to withdraw his gaze and was about to leave, he suddenly saw a little bright red where the bottom of the boulder met the soil.

The bright red gradually expanded, like gurgling blood.

However, it did not infest too much and was confined to a small area.

The traces of the two blood-red silhouettes in the ruins of the telegraph office flashed in Verdu's mind in an instant, and the scalp was tingling uncontrollably.

His lips were drying quickly, and he intuitively thought that this was not a good thing.

Swallowing another mouthful of saliva, Verdu raised his right hand and created a gust of wind again, causing a lot of tiny gravel to roll over, completely filling the bottom of the boulder, covering up the bright red oozing out.

He didn't stay here any longer, and forced to start "Teleportation" again, heading to the last destination in the reservation.

This time, he broke another rib, and the pain was so painful that he nearly fainted.

Coupled with the suffocation caused by the compression of space, Verdu felt that he was hovering on the brink of death.

It took him dozens of seconds to slow down and turn his eyes to the front.

It is also a ruin, with collapsed houses covering the overgrown ground.

According to a pirate who has explored the ruins of Bansi, here is an item worth investigating:

It is a very ordinary wooden door, but it is the only thing in the whole Bansi that is still well-preserved.

The pirate couldn't find anything special about the wooden door, so he had his men lift it up and try to carry it back to the ship.

However, they only took two steps when they suddenly fell down, dragged their heads along their spines, left their bodies, and rolled to the side.

This frightened the pirate, he dared not stay any longer, and hurried away with the rest of the crew.

Verdu didn't fully believe the stories told by the other party. Although he didn't do much activity at sea, he also knew that sailors were fond of bragging and always exaggerated things that were only two or three points to eleven or twelve points.

However, even if it is bragging, Verdu believes that the wooden door is worth studying.

After some searching, he found the target:

The ordinary-looking wooden door leaned against a crumbling wall, with brass-colored keyholes and handles.

There are no corpses or bloodstains around it, which is consistent with most of the ruins.

Sure enough, bragging, heh, the pirate may have heard about this wooden door from somewhere else, and he and his subordinates did not dare to try to carry it at all... Verdu looked around and suddenly said:

"Who?

"Why are you spying on me?"

In fact, he didn't find anyone around, but based on the previous experience and lessons, he used language and reactions to deceive possible monitors.

The next second, somewhere in the shadows, a middle-aged man with a bulging belly came out.

He didn't speak, and silently left the place.

While rejoicing, Verdu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, seized the time, and approached the wooden door.

According to the information he got, no matter which side of the wooden door is pushed, it will not bring unusual changes, and touching without trying to move it will not be dangerous.

After thinking for a few seconds, Verdu retracted his hand into his sleeve robe, used a classical robe as a "glove", and pulled the wooden door.

The wooden door stood up, and the surroundings were quiet.

Verdu immediately pushed the wooden door like a normal door, but still couldn't see the slightest change.

He tried a variety of methods, but failed to make the wooden door appear abnormal. It seemed that it was really just lucky that it was preserved intact under the city-destroying blow of the Church of the Storms.

Taking a deep breath, Verdu tried his best to regain his calm.

He thought for a while and tried to open the door again.

However, unlike before, he held the handle and twisted it down slightly.

After hearing the click of the metal slightly colliding, Verdu pushed forward, letting the wooden door slant back, and leaning against the collapsed and broken wall again.

This time, a gray fog suddenly appeared in front of Verdu's eyes.

There was a looming street and a row of houses in the fog.

Outside one of the houses, there is a wooden sign inlaid with a few words in Ruen:

"Bansi Harbor Telegraph Office."

While Verdu's pupils were enlarged, a gentle voice came from the telegraph office shrouded in a faint mist:

"Are you here to shoot, telegraph?

"Please come in."

PS: In the evening, there will be the first update of the February monthly pass~

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