Plague Doctor

The sky was a little dazzling, but there was no sun or other celestial body on it, not even a cloud, just a clear white.

The sea is still covered in mist and the water is unusually calm, as if no waves were swooping or some fish were moving. These mists seem to be there and they seem to be not. When you look into the sky, you don't feel blurred, but you look forward and the fog is heavy.

From the moment Gu Jun stepped onto the ship's deck, his body seemed much lighter, as if he could fly if he wanted to.

But stepping on the deck is real, not dreaming.

He and Wu Shiyu both boarded the ship with a Type 97 automatic rifle. As soon as they boarded the ship, they backed up and swept the guns around.

This ship is similar to the kind of pirate ship that existed before modern times. It's quite spacious. There's not much on the wooden deck. There's three masts in the front and back, some empty uncovered barrels, a long hemp rope. There's a door that goes into the cabin. The old black hatch is half covered, and you can see the staircase behind.

“Be careful, I feel like we're not the only ones...” Gu Jun pressed his voice against Wu Shiyu.

Also at this time, Wu Shiyu was surprised: “Your gun. ”

“Yours too.” Gu Jun had already seen the sudden and rapid fusion of the rifle in her hand and in her hand, which could no longer dissipate.

It's not just these two rifles, the two sniper guns on their backs, the rifles between their waists, the grenades, the mini-missile launchers… and the cold weapons like daggers, knives, etc., all melted into fog.

He hastily touched the medical device bag between his waist, just to relieve himself, three Callup cards, a scalpel, an anatomical shear, and a tweezer, all still there. But he went back to the big medical kit, and all the ordinary surgical instruments were gone, and the drugs, the cold blood bags and the syringes were still there.

But look at the kit and what's on it, the phone, the binoculars, the flashlight, the lighter, the watch, the compass, the compressed cookies, the kettle... it's all gone.

Now they have nothing but clothes and snow boots and some medical supplies.

“Well...” Gu Jun sighed, “Looks like we're in a dream world. ”

“Why are these medical supplies still there?” Wu Shiyu doesn't understand.

“I don't know.” Gu Jun shook his head, his hands empty-handed, his mind turned upset and remembered a passage from Mr. Regald in the diary: “It's gorgeous, but it's not a safe world. You don't have to take anything in there. It's useless. ”

It's a dangerous world, and they're going to a deserted island with evil followers, ghosts...

Without these guns, spells can't be used randomly, and their power suddenly drops in a straight line.

“Take this.” Gu Jun cut the autopsy to Wu Shiyu and took the autopsy knife himself. "It's always better than fisting. ”

Wu Shiyu took this anatomical cut, fingers clicked continuously, clicked, clicked, clicked, “suddenly want to cut something.” She said.

“Let's go over to the cabin.” Gu Jun took the lead and walked forward carefully, listening carefully to the movement around him as well as sensing...

The closer they approached the door, the closer they could hear some strange hissing in the cabin below, not just one, but many different hissing mixed together. Gu Jun's mind gradually grabbed up. It seemed like something was going on down here...

While he focused his attention on the front, the rain suddenly shouted as he watched Wu in the back, "Ah. ”

Gu Junhuodi looked back and saw only the direction they came from, next to the pile of empty wooden barrels, suddenly there was an additional person.

“I blinked.” Wu Shiyu said, "That's what happened. ”

It was an old man with a fluttering beard, dressed in a linen robe with no decoration and style, covering his thin figure. The old man, though a human face, did not look like any human race on Earth, his eyes plunged deep, his nose crumbled and his grey beard draped down to his chest.

The weirdest part is that the old man has a lot of earthworm-like scars on his face, but is that really a scar? It looks like it's creeping...

Gu Jun gave Wu Shiyu a look. He turned around and walked back slowly. "How are you, old man? Can you understand our language? ”

“In this world, no matter what language, the listener can understand as long as the speaker wants.” The old greybeard over there said.

The two immediately understood that, because the elderly clearly spoke a very strange language, not that of an alien, a corpse eater or a Lalaire, but that they could understand. But to imitate that language, you can't say half a sentence.

“Sir, are you...?” Gu Jun asked again.

“You can think of me as the captain of this ship, and I receive passengers from all over.” Old Greybeard's face hasn't changed, “where do you want to go? ”

Gu Junxin decided, "Can we look at the map?” He wants to get a clear picture of the world, if it's available.

“No map.” Old Greybeard still hasn't looked at them, just looking hollow ahead, "where you're going, you say. ”

Gu Jun knew it would not reach him, “We are going to a deserted island, according to the coordinates of the world we come from, at 74 ° 31 ′ 12 ″ N 176 ° E. ”

“Yes…” the old man still replied as soon as he said, "I will take you there. ”

Suddenly, the white boat's canvas swung, adjusted its direction, and the boat's speed gradually increased and the fog faded.

This struck Gu Jun, seemed to have come to the right place, and the dream island was in this world.

“Sir, why are you giving us a ride?” Wu Shiyulian asked, “Is this your job? Do you work or do you work for yourself? ”

She asked a lot of questions, and Gu Jun asked, but if the old man didn't hear, there was no response.

Wu Shiyu shrugged her shoulders gently. The old man's oil salt couldn't get in.

“Old sir.” Gu Jun asked himself, sincerely: “The place we went to is a dangerous place, but now we don't have a single weapon and we don't have enough food and water. I was wondering if you could give us some? Or tell us what to do? ”

“There's a lot of stuff on the boat.” Old Greybeard, that's another word, "but if you want it, it depends on what price you can pay. ”

“Did you just take our stuff?” Wu Shiyu moved the anatomical cut on the hand, some trying to cut off the old man's beard.

“No, that's just the rules of the world.” The old man said, "There's no place where people can bring what they want. There are only a few other reasons that can lead to exceptions. ”

Gu Jun nodded quietly. In combination with Mr. Gard's words, the old man did not seem to be banging them.

So these Callup devices and medical supplies, for some other reason, what reason?

To get something from an old man, you have to exchange it for something... is this like a spell...

A few thoughts flashed, and he asked, "Sir, can we see what you have first? ”

“Yes." Old Greybeard said, and all of a sudden the empty barrels flashed through a dazzling light.

Gu Jun squinted his eyes and saw that the barrels were no longer hollow and were filled with all sorts of things.

There is a barrel with unique weapons, swords, bows and arrows; there is a barrel with drinks, food and strange aromas; there is also a barrel with clutter, kerosene lamps, flint stones, etc.; but his eyes are more attracted to another barrel, where there are books and scrolls, and there seems to be spell paper...

Other things may be easy to come by, but these volumes, which he has been struggling to find, may contain some sense and answers.

Gu Jun was forced to accelerate his heart beat.

Meanwhile, Wu Shi's rainy eyes stared closely at the barrel of alcoholic food.

“Then you guys.” Old Greybeard asked indifferently, "What do you want? ”