"You will die! Abandon the trash of your companions! The devil will take away your ugly souls!"

"I curse you, you will come down to accompany us soon, hahaha!"

"Go to die! Dadada..." A pirate who could still hold a gun simply shot forward.

But the situation was not good, and he didn't have enough strength to withstand recoil.

As soon as the fire was opened, the muzzle was tilted upwards and finally shot all on the ceiling.

But none of them hit.

Ashak and the others ran wildly, trembling when they heard the curse and gunfire behind them.

The screams that followed made them feel a little relieved.

Because this means that the girl's head is dealing with the injured and will not chase them for the time being. They will have more time to escape.

"Look ahead!"

Suddenly, someone shouted in surprise.

Asak and the others looked forward, their faces also showed surprise.

It was actually a corner! The corridor that had been straight and finally changed, and a corner appeared in front of it.

This subtle change made them almost cry with joy.

Perhaps hope to leave this damn place finally emerges!

After more than ten seconds, only thirty pirates left turned, passed a passage of more than 100 meters and entered a huge place!

Where to hold a dance party?

Others don't know each other, but the knowledgeable Ashak feels that the scene arrangement in front of him is a bit familiar.

Isn't this something that only exists on a luxury cruise ship? Why does a ghost pirate ship also have it?

Although it looks a little simple and not magnificent... But hell! Did pirates in ancient times hold dance parties in their spare time? Should they be so luxurious, high-end, atmospheric and high-end?

"That's..." Suddenly, someone pointed ahead and said in a panic.

Everyone came back to their senses from surprise and looked in the direction the man pointed, unable to help but a buzzing sound in their minds!

On one side of the hall, dozens of corpses were lying there, and on the ground next to the corpses, a black invitation letter was placed there quietly.

Compared to the terrifying corpse, the invitation letter is not at all conspicuous. But for some reason, everyone noticed it while seeing the corpse!

"It's a death notice! But how could it be! Isn't this... a ghost ship..." Asak was surprised at first, then his voice became weaker and weaker. Finally, his mouth opened and closed, but he could no longer hear any sound.

He had an absurd idea in his mind. Perhaps this ghost ship was not a coincidence at all. Everything was created by the Death Judge who claimed to be a superpower and had incredible abilities!

But he couldn't believe it, nor did he want to believe it. If it was really as he thought, then what were these people? Are they clowns?

The crowd slowly approached.

They didn't know all those corpses, but judging from the familiar skin, they were clearly pirates like them. If there were no fishermen on this ghost ship...

Because people who often go to sea have very different skins from ordinary people, they can be identified by careful consideration.

Ashak picked up the death notice, his hands trembled slightly, and opened it with trembling, and the expression on his face froze.

"Sharman, Mekal, Puntland... As you can see, here are the bodies of dozens of pirate leaders from Somalee, big and small. So, are you ready for the next arrival?

End: The judge of death stays.

Smack...

The death notice fell directly to the ground, and what Ashak was most reluctant to happen still happened!

It was really the guy named Judge Death who was controlling all this.

This is ten thousand times worse than a ghost ship.

Because a master who is hostile to them and hides behind the scenes is much more terrifying than a ghost ship that passively waits for them to trigger danger.

"Come out! What do you want to do! Look at what you have done! You crazy! Come out!"

Ashak roared around, like a wounded beast, with red eyes.

In the dance hall, his angry voice kept echoing.

At this time, other pirates had already realized something.

Whether it was Ashak's obvious roar, or the thing on the ground that they had received was exactly the same as the "Death Notification" they had ever received.

They are all telling a terrifying fact, everything they encounter is manipulated!

“Hu…hu…”

After shouting for a while, Ashak stopped roaring, his eyes still staring around, looking at the dark corners where the enemy might be hiding.

Then he gritted his teeth and said, "You must be here, right? You look at us like a clown! Madman, devil! Tell me, since you have all been here, you must have something to say to us, right?"

Crack Crack Crack Crack…

The floor is slightly raised.

A group of pirates quickly pointed their guns at the other side, and were shocked to see a wooden statue drilling out from under the wooden board.

Then, from beginning to end, it became a real flesh and blood body!

"Welcome here, the leader of the 63rd Pirates, Mondor's tyrant, Ashak; Breman!"

A young voice rang under the mask.

"What the hell are you?"

Ashak's pupils contract slightly. Is this the judge of death?

"Strictly speaking, I'm just a puppet clone and don't have much ability, so there's no need to be so nervous." Ye Chen said lightly, still dressed in a black tuxedo, magic hat, white gloves, and metal mask.

Compared to other magical images, such a magician outfit will look more mysterious, especially on a ghost ship that is already extremely weird.

"But... it's still easy to destroy a town." Seeing Ashak and the others breathed a sigh of relief, Ye Chen's mouth exposed outside the mask slightly curled up, and his voice suddenly became a little cold.

The expressions on the faces of the pirates who had just breathed a sigh of relief instantly frozen, and a lot of sweat appeared on their faces involuntarily.

Destroy a town, and you still don’t have much ability? What are you kidding?
Chapter completed!