"Did you hear that voice?" As soon as the team moving forward in silence stopped, Yusuf suddenly looked up, "It's Isabel!"

Raj nodded and then added in sign language: "There are others."

Maku followed suit and imitated the mourner's walking posture and made a "dangerous" gesture.

They looked at each other and couldn't help but speed up.

The black iron chain as thick as a thumb shook open in front of Isabel, and tied her around her three times in a blink of an eye. She tried her best to keep her breasts from moving at all.

The man who attacked her was not a mourner and did not seem to have any intention of hurting her.

His curled hair and beard covered his face, and his limbs were covered with dense hair. If it weren't for the ragged clothes left on his body, it would be difficult to tell his human identity at a glance.

Perhaps because of the long absence of sunshine, the exposed parts of his skin appear a grayish-white that lacks vitality, like dead branches.

Isabel silently observed his actions and looked for a chance to escape for himself - this strange man who had come out halfway tied her up and dragged her to the towering stone platform above the lagoon, fixing the iron chain between the cracks of the reef.

He kept muttering and repeating words, and Isabel listened carefully many times, and finally realized that it was a rude Portuguese sentence: "You shouldn't come."

She seized this opportunity to communicate and asked carefully: "How long has it been since you talked to anyone?"

There is no answer. Maybe he has no answer either.

"Who are you?" Isabel refused to give up, "Why are you here?"

After a long time, she finally got a response: "Sea Guardian."

He had scurvy. This can be seen from his sparse and fallen teeth and his broken gums.

Isabel didn't understand what he meant by the Sea Guardian, but she speculated that the other party was most likely a mentally ill sailor.

Faced with the cruel and ruthless vast world, many people will not be able to withstand the mental pressure of sailing alone in the sea, and thus lose the mind of ordinary people. Captain Messon had taken in many such unfortunate sailors at the beginning of his establishment of the Free Country.

She tried to guide the other party to communicate more: "Why are you here?"

"Can't go out." The sea guard muttered, "can't. It's here."

"It?" Isabel looked at him facing the remains of the giant ship, "What's going on with the ship?"

The sea guard just shook his head and stopped talking.

He walked slowly along the ramp to the other side of the stone platform, where the rock wall was chiseled into a staircase for climbing, and the sea guards climbed up to a higher level along the stone steps.

Isabel's eyes followed him up and found that the center of the big stone platform above his head was pivoted by the black iron pillars that were hugging each other, and tightly nailed a brass winch with a diameter of more than fifty yards.

Clashing iron chains gather here from the bottomless darkness under the lagoon, wrapping around the winch and tightening.

The giant ships sunk in the coral atoll are already bizarre enough, and it is even more incredible that such an amazing large-scale mechanism will appear in the cave.

It is obvious that this complex winch system needs to be driven by a lot of manpower and cannot be operated by one's own efforts.

Perhaps the purpose of building it was to raise the sunken sea ships out of the water, but as time went by, the builders of that year had long disappeared, and only the uncorrupted copper and iron still stood here.

The sea guards traveled between the cable chains and hubs coiled in the intersection, checking their maintenance status one by one, as if a dedicated old farmer was taking care of the crops in the fields.

During this period, there were two slight vibrations, each time it made the sea guard extremely nervous. He always looked in the direction of the shipwreck nervously, repeatedly checking various details, and examining them back and forth.

He was completely immersed in the work he was doing, as if he was going to face some serious challenges.

The iron chains on his body moved, and Isabel was about to exclaim, but his lips were immediately covered with one hand.

Yusuf raised his finger and made a "silence" gesture on his lips, his eyes signaling her to remain calm.

Raj was hiding behind the reef to process the fixed iron chains, and the sound of the sea tide covered the rustling sound he made.

Maku had long since swung across the rock wall and hung on the edge of the upper stone platform, ready to launch a sneak attack on the sea guardians.

A noise came, and the pirates following Gecko Munch appeared across the lagoon.

After a brief shock, they realized that the ship in front of them was loaded with the treasures of the Eastern Emperor, and rushed to the lake, fearing that they would not be able to catch up with the opportunity to make a fortune.

The pirates who devoted themselves to plundering treasures did not notice that there were other people on the opposite rock wall, but the movement they made immediately alert the sea guards.

Maku swung to hide in the shadow on the other side of the cliff, waiting for the next opportunity.

The gunshot suddenly broke out, and Raj fell down with the sound, and scarlet blood could not stop flowing out of the wound on his shoulder.

"In contrast, I'd rather hang you. But I can't wait."

The familiar voices made Yusufu's heart sank.

He saw the horror and anxiety in Isabel's eyes, and the next moment he was locked in his throat. The cold dagger stabbed into his chest from behind, and then slowly swung, piercing his heart.

He felt the sharp blade pull out of the flesh and blood, and his hand that tightened his neck loosened, but his body couldn't help but fall forward.

He saw Isabel's sad face open and close his lips, tears rolling down his eyes, but he couldn't hear her cry at all.

The world was so quiet that only his gradually weak heartbeat was left, and his vitality was passing by rapidly bleeding.

He turned him roughly over with one hand, and the mourner's face appeared in front of him. He murmured something, raised his foot and stepped on Yousuf's chest, and accelerated to squeeze out the little blood left in his body.

In the cold smile of the mourner showing off his victory, he was thrown off the platform and plunged into the peaceful lagoon.

The cold lake water wrapped around Yousuf and poured into the wounds behind him, and the blood spread into a red mist in the water.

He sank towards the bottom of the lake, and at the end of the hazy consciousness, a giant eye vaguely opened in the darkness below his body.
Chapter completed!