After Fu Yang finished speaking, a depressed silence fell into depression.

After a long time, Wang Sheng, the general of the living dead man opposite, sighed a long time...

It was like the roar of a crow in the grave at night, sharp and sharp.

Pa, pa, pa!

His rotten hands were actually applauding and making a sound. The corners of his mouth also opened, revealing a creepy smile. He sighed a little.

"Sure enough, heroes have emerged as young men! Hundreds of years have passed, and my Ming Dynasty has produced such heroes again."

After hearing this, Fu Yang was of course too lazy to argue with these living dead people trapped in the devil's sea. Ah Huang silently complained in his heart: "You are a big boy! The Qing Dynasty has been dead for many years, and the Ming Dynasty is still there? It's really a country bumpkin who has no knowledge."

After pausing for a while, Wang Sheng continued to speak.

"As for why we become like this... half of the reason is because of Zheng He. But if we have a grudge, we will not take revenge randomly. Let's do this, as long as you agree to us with a condition, this devil's sea will be passed smoothly."

"Tell me."

Fu Yang's tone was calm.

In fact, not only him, but also Lao Tuo and others, he had long guessed that this group of Ming Dynasty soldiers must have requested to surround the Dragon Cave!

Otherwise, they would not show this cold and strange attitude of being close and distant, like enemies and friends.

Wang Sheng pointed at Fu Yang: "I want... a bowl of three Yang blood from the descendants of Zheng He!"

Fu Yang's pupils suddenly shrank, and his expression became gloomy.

These guys actually want Zheng Na’s Sanyang Blood? Who knows what unknown and weird uses it will be used for? Even if... they want to avenge Zheng He and use their blood to cast a terrifying curse, it would be a big trouble.

Just as he wanted to refuse, Wang Sheng continued to say in a hurry: "Don't be busy refusing. We are not for revenge for the three yang blood of Zheng He's descendants. But for liberation. We have had enough of this for hundreds of years of life and death."

As he said that, the expression on its face, which was half of its flesh, became a little sad. It was not like being fake.

But for Zheng Na, Fu Yang would not easily agree to such a thing!

He turned around and nodded to Ah Huang, Lao Tuo and others, meaning: Get ready to start a war!

Unexpectedly, Wang Sheng suddenly proposed a condition that Fu Yang and others could not refuse.

"Okay. If you are unwilling to use the Three Yang Blood of Zheng He's descendants, then yours can do it. In return, our Xuanzi Ding team can fight for you once!"

What?!

As soon as this is said.

Everyone present was surprised. After all, these dozens of ghost ships not only have powerful power, but if the thousands of living dead people on it were unaware of "borrowing" dead energy from a mysterious existence, even if it was not pure, it would at least be equivalent to adding another power when Fu Yang used the "Death Qi Realm".

Whether it is when entering the Yongtian Dragon Cave in the future or when there is a need in the future, it can bring great help...

But Fu Yang was still a little hesitant: "The battle is imminent, and I can't bear the physical energy and energy consumed by a bowl of three Yang blood."

Wang Sheng shook his head and said indifferently: "I...has I said I want you to give it now? It's not too late to give it to you when you successfully come back from Yongtian Dragon Cave."

After all that was said, Fu Yang thought for a while and agreed.

"Okay! Since that's the case, I promise you. When you return from Yongtian Dragon Cave successfully, I will give you a bowl of my Sanyang Blood."

Although Fu Yang's promise was not loud, it was very firm and powerful.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

Ao!

All the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty around them roared excitedly, waving their weapons, and hitting their own worn armor.

It seems that this is something that makes them very happy.

Even the personal guards beside Wang Sheng smiled - although they looked very terrifying.

Wang Sheng turned his head and said to the guard holding two embroidered spring swords just now: "Wang Xi, please follow this master first. Maybe you can provide some help in their actions. When they return smoothly, you can return to the team."

It turns out that this "Double Sword Brother" is named Wang Xi.

He clasped his fists with both hands: "As for orders! General."

Ah Huang on the deck of Longdong opposite, hugged his arms and sneered dissatisfiedly: "We don't welcome monsters that are neither human nor ghosts. This is the task of Team Zero, and you living dead people are not needed. Isn't you Xiao Yangzi?"

Fu Yang knew that Ah Huang would definitely be unhappy when he was slapped in the face twice. His good brother who grew up with him naturally favored him. So he was about to refuse...

Wang Xi jumped suddenly and rose into the air. His whole body turned into a cloud of gray mist and flew towards him.

Crack Crack Crack!

During the flight, the body was still changing. In a flash, it turned from a strong man of 1.8 meters to a gray bone ring, and put it on his thumb - to be precise, it should be called a ring.

It's a skull ring, which looks a bit non-mainstream.

Wang Sheng said: "This lord, my personal guard Wang Xi, will follow you. He can also help you fight when needed. If he divides the strength of Taoist practitioners, his time to have a cup of tea is equivalent to the initial stage of the Five Talis True Man, and it will decrease later."

Seeing that he could not refuse Wang Sheng's kindness, Fu Yang nodded and accepted it.

Ah Huang, this funny guy, can't compete with a ring, right?

"Okay, then I'll wait for the great news of your triumphant return. I'll wait for the good news here!"

As he said that, Wang Sheng bowed to Fu Yang and others. Then he turned around, and as the worn cloak floated behind him, he turned back to the cabin of the Ghost Ship flagship.

The other soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who died were also turned around and walked towards the inside of the cabin.

The steps were neatly and the sound of footsteps seemed very clear on the dead sea filled with thick fog.

Their figures gradually turned into translucent shadows and finally entered the cabin of the ghost ship...

Crunch, crack!

Dozens of decaying wooden ghost ships moved. On the dilapidated mast, the flag of the Ming Navy fluttered, turning and penetrated. They sailed towards the depths of the rich fog that was as solid as the essence, forming outlines and disappearing.

As these ghost ships and the living dead left, the rich mist on the surrounding sea began to slowly dissipate automatically.
Chapter completed!