The hard, black and black face of the wooden goat head stared at Duncan sitting behind the navigation table. The obsidian eyes seemed to have a strange light flowing - in fact, this thing had no ability to produce expressions at all, but Duncan clearly read a certain expectation from the other party's wooden face.

In fact, this is not the first time that Goat Head has urged him to "set his sail". Every time he comes here, Goat Head will urge him like this.

He even felt that the ship was constantly urging him to end this blind sea drift as soon as possible and set sail and return to the right path as soon as possible.

However, Duncan fell silent. His face was now covered with dark clouds. In his contemplation and silence, he clearly realized two problems:

First, he was the only one on the entire ship, and the size of this ship was crazy. As a sail-powered ship, the full length of this ship called the "Lost Country" must be at least 150 to 200 meters. To control such a giant, there must be at least dozens or even hundreds of experienced sailors. How can he drive it alone?

Second, after eliminating the above professional factors, there is another key issue that blocks his sailing journey - he will not drive a boat.

Duncan was a little anxious. He tried to assume what would happen if he asked the strange and noisy goat head in front of him about what would happen if he asked the ship's driving technology. After the assumption, he became even more anxious.

However, Goat Head didn't know what his captain was thinking. It just asked: "Captain, do you have any concerns? If you are worried about the situation of the Lost Country, then you can rest assured that the Lost Country is always ready to sail to the end of the world, or are you worried that the Lost Country will be unlucky today? I have a little knowledge of divination, but I don't know which kind of divination you believe in? Astronomy, incense, and crystal are fine. When it comes to crystals, you still remember..."

Duncan tried to tighten the muscles on his face, restraining the urge to fight to the death with the goat head in front of him, while speaking in a deep voice: "I'll go to the deck to observe the situation first - you'll stay here quietly."

"As far as you wish - but I must remind you that the Lost Country has been drifting blindly for too long. You must take charge of it as soon as possible to bring the voyage back to the right path..."

The goat head said, and then with the sound of wood rubbing, it finally returned to its initial posture.

Duncan instantly felt that the whole world was calm.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his brain's resonance gradually calmed down. Then he picked up the flintlock rifle placed on the table, got up and walked out of the captain's room.

This old-fashioned flintlock rifle was found while exploring on the ship, and he also found a one-handed sword, which was currently hanging on his waist, and these two things were the guarantee of his sense of security when he was moving on the ship.

During his exploration over the past few days, he spent a long time learning how to use these two things—even though he had not seen anything alive on the ship so far.

Talking "items" do not count.

The fishy sea breeze blew into the face, and Duncan's slightly irritable mood calmed down. He came to the deck outside the captain's room and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

The rich clouds still cover the sky where you can see. There are no sun, moon and stars in the clouds. Only the turbid sky light covers this boundless sea surface.

This scene has lasted for a long time. In fact, since the day Duncan came to the ship, he has only seen such a sky - which even made him wonder whether there is no normal weather in this world at all, and whether this cloudy scene is the eternal celestial phenomenon in this sea area?

Duncan turned around and saw the door of the captain's room standing there quietly, and the beam above the door was engraved with a line of words in some letter he didn't recognize, and when his eyes were concentrated on the line, its meaning was directly and clearly reflected in his mind:

"The door of the lost land".

"The Lost Countryman's Gate... Is the Lost Countryman?" Duncan muttered to himself, then mocked himself, "This ship has a good name."

Then he walked around the captain's room and followed the stairs at the edge of the deck to the upper deck at the stern. There was a wooden platform here. The widest place in the entire ship's view besides the observation deck.

A heavy black steering wheel quietly awaits the arrival of the helm on the platform.

Duncan frowned, and for some reason he suddenly felt a sense of urgency and anxiety, and this feeling seemed to have emerged out of thin air when he saw the steering wheel.

He never felt this way when he came here several times before!

As if in response to the anxiety in his heart, a chaotic wind suddenly blew across the deck for no reason, and the originally calm sea surface around him instantly appeared. Although the wind and waves did not have any impact on the huge "Lost Country", Duncan felt a warning in his heart. The next second, he looked in the direction where the bow was driven by intuition.

On the sea directly in front of the Huoxiang, between the chaotic and hazy sea of ​​sky, an endless white mist wall that seemed to appear out of thin air, making him stare at the instant!

It was the white mist that seemed to surround the whole world and was isolated, connecting the heaven and earth like a cliff. Compared to its heart-wrenching scale, what made Duncan (Zhou Ming) more alert was that it instantly reminded him of the boundless mist outside the window of his single apartment!

The Lost Country is sailing straight towards the foggy wall!

Duncan didn't know what the thick fog was, nor what was deep in the fog, but he instinctively felt a huge danger. His intuition to survive told him that being swallowed by the thick fog was definitely not a good thing!

He subconsciously rushed to the platform where the rudder was - a huge sense of powerlessness was also shrouded in: Even at the helm, how could he drive this huge ship away from the fog wall alone?

But he still instinctively came to the rudder wheel, and almost at the same time, he heard a hoarse and gloomy voice from a copper tube next to the rudder wheel connecting with the captain's chamber, which was the sound of "goat head" - the tone of the weird thing was a little panicked this time:

"His Captain, a border collapse has occurred ahead. We are approaching the limit of reality! Please adjust the course immediately!"

Listening to the panicked voice of the goat head, Duncan almost cursed - it was easy to adjust the course, but you created a hundred or eighty good brothers who could drive this thing on the spot!

Then he looked up and looked at the direction of the mast in front, and saw several bare masts standing on the deck. He felt even more sad - let alone sailing, in fact, the ship had no sails at all, and those poles were empty!

With an emotional excitement, he didn't even have the time to think about the strange words that popped up in the words of the goat head just now. He could only instinct to subconsciously grab the steering wheel in front of him that seemed to be trembling slightly for some reason.

This was the first time he took the initiative to put his hand on the rudder of the Lost Country - the strange situation on the ship and the repeated urging of the goat head always made him feel doubtful and full of resistance to the "held" matter. Now, he finally has no chance to hesitate.

He held the rudder tightly, and his blank mind didn't even have time to conceive how to control an empty ghost ship with one person.

Change happens in the next moment.

The sound like a tsunami thundering sounded in Duncan's mind, as if ten thousand cheering people were standing on the shore to see off a boat, as if hundreds of sailors shouting the captain's name on the deck, and in the middle, it seemed that the desolate boat songs and invisible storms were mixed.

A ball of green light appeared on the edge of vision. Duncan subconsciously looked at his palm. He saw a ball of green fire suddenly burst out from the rudder wheel of the Lost Country, sweeping over in an astonishing and rapid manner, spreading all over his body in the blink of an eye.

In the burning flames, the flesh and blood body suddenly became empty and illusory. The captain's uniform became worn and ragged like a water soaked in the sea for dozens or hundreds of years. Under the flesh and blood that suddenly became as illusory as spiritual bodies, Duncan could even vaguely see his bones - the crystal-like jade-like bones jumping with flames, and the unextinguished fire flowed in his body like water.

However, he could not feel any pain or burning. In the blazing flames, he only felt that his perception was spreading in all directions.

Fire swept down from the bridge, over the deck, over the ship's side, over the mast, flames intertwined like a net, and rose from the deck like breath, spreading along the lonely mast, and finally intertwined between the sea and the fog into a huge sail like veil and fog.

The lost town sets its sail in front of this realistic border that is rapidly collapsed.

(Mom, surprise!

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