[Pirates] Push Shanks' 108 Form

According to the usual rules, this kind of difficult and dangerous adventure trip is usually completed by cadres leading some veteran crew members.

According to her usual habits, Pan Mi didn't want to get involved in this muddy water either. She was quite confident in herself, so she didn't fear that there would be many powerful enemies at her destination.However, there are still bacterial weapons buried under the ground of my hometown. According to the information, my own safety depends entirely on whether the building is a tofu project, which is too insecure.

but,

According to the usual routine, when a group of people go on an adventure, they usually get lost on the way, and only the hero and the heroine live together—they fight against the enemy together, advance and retreat together, you make a fire and I cook, you watch the night and I sleep, sometimes Sleeping in a daze, you will subconsciously hug each other or something, how sweet it is.

The relationship quickly warmed up in a short period of time, and when they joined the big team, they would hand in hand and give them dog food.

Pan Mi's heart was about to move, and an inexplicable smile slowly rose on her face.

"I'm going too!!" Pan Mi took a step forward.

"Don't make trouble," Jesus Bu pushed Pan Mi aside twice like a chick, "Didn't you hear what Beckman said——too! Dangerous! Dangerous!! New! People! Stay! Leave!!"

Unconvinced, Pan Mi turned to the white shirt and red-haired figure beside her, and shouted, "Shanks!"

Shanks agreed quite readily: "Then let's go together, Xiaobai is not easy to mess with."

Pan Mi immediately felt complacent, "Did you hear that? I'm not easy to mess with either."

It is impossible for all the cadres to follow the adventure, at least three must be left to guard the ship with the crew.

Considering that the adventure battlefield this time is in the underground palace, and it was developed and built in a very short period of time, if the trap is really triggered, there probably won't be much room for his own people to dodge.Beckman looked around and felt that Lagi Lu was too big, that curly hair was too tall, and that monkeys with bald heads always caused trouble, so the candidate to stay behind was decided so happily.

From a distance, Weisdom Island is a piece of golden Gobi, which is composed of large rocks. When you step on it and look at it, it looks more like a primitive and desolate valley, with low landmark plants growing on the yellow sand.Only gray and yellow wooden buildings can prove that there were people living there many years ago.Occasionally, you can still see the dilapidated tents left by the predecessors and the round iron pots for cooking, which have been covered with moss.

Beckman suggested: "Let's find the palace where the king lived first."

The braided man nodded, and said optimistically, "If you're lucky, you might be able to find the blueprint for the construction of the underground labyrinth."

The black hat sneered, "Your thinking is too beautiful, if you can find the entrance to the underground, it will be smooth, okay?"

The group walked more than 200 kilometers on foot, Shanks suddenly said: "There should be a palace ahead."

Everyone followed his gaze, and some bright colors faintly appeared on the horizon in the distance. Jesus Bu took a telescope to focus, and in his field of vision were densely painted red, red, white and white buildings, as if people could imagine its In the past, it must have been a bustling town full of people.

Beckman nodded: "We should be the only ones on the island to hunt for treasure. After entering, please pay attention to your surroundings. Don't touch anything in the palace casually, and don't pick up garbage on the ground to eat."

The pirates nodded.

Pan Mi: "..."

It was noon, and following the long-dried moat, the palace where the legendary king once lived was located halfway up a sloping hillside.

There are large boulders protruding from the hillside, and the ancient rocks and unremarkable ruins are integrated into one, but nothing can be found from a distance.

Successfully found the ruins of the palace.It's just the way it appears, not the grandeur imagined.

There are a few large gray columns that are particularly weathered, a few stone steps that have obviously been polished and painted, and some stone wall remains that can hardly be seen as walls.

Standing in front of the quiet palace gate, only the howling of the wind can be heard.

To everyone's slight disappointment, the inside of the palace seems to have experienced several collapses, not to mention books and blueprints, and even the standard equipment used to support the scene-the throne, high chair, and relief murals. Also in danger.

"So, now we can only start with those few poems—"

"There will be no rain tomorrow, guided by the right hand of the goddess, the cod jumps onto the shore, and the notes on the 88 keys are melodious."

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"There will be no rain tomorrow." Shanks chewed this sentence carefully, "Looking at the dryness of this land, it will definitely not rain tomorrow, let alone tomorrow, even the day after tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow."

Beckman nodded: "If it is simply describing a premise about the weather rather than some obscure code, there is no doubt that we are satisfied now."

Jesus Bu also expressed his opinion: "Actually, I tend to think that this sentence is a secret phrase of 'open sesame'. What can it do if it rains? A knife can't stop people from coming here to hunt for treasure, unless their ground drainage is not done well. , fearing that the palace will be flooded."

The black hat pushed his goggles, "I am more concerned about the next sentence - the right hand of the goddess, does this country have any religious beliefs?"

"I asked specifically and there were no rumors of this, so I figured that since this country is famous for science and art, the goddess is probably some kind of metaphor from art," Beckman said.

"Hey, religion and science don't conflict! A few decades ago there was a famous physicist named Newton who wrote letters to God every day."

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the pirates began to talk about it.

"That's right, there is another astronomy researcher named Bu Henuo who said that the world revolves around the sun, but he was burned to death by the believers."

"So, the end of physics is mathematics, the end of mathematics is philosophy, and the end of philosophy is theology." A pirate concluded.

Another good thing to ask: "What about the end of theology?"

He chuckled, "Probably a mental hospital?"

The atmosphere was joyful.

Beckman tapped the rock under his feet with the barrel of his gun lonely: "You are off topic."

"........."

"However, even if the goddess is derived from an artistic metaphor, we can't find paintings or sculptures."

"...Well, I still think it should be religion."

Pan Mi interjected tentatively, "None of the goddesses in religion are left-handed. The right hand usually holds things, either a sword or a torch. How can I guide them?"

Shanks swayed slightly, and disappeared in place in an instant,

When it reappeared, the person was stepping on the spire of the palace ruins.

"Hey, look, does that mountain look like a woman?"

"Really?"

"I'll take a look too!"

The pirates jumped up excitedly.

Pan Mi: "..." She can't jump that high.

"Really, look at that protruding long stone, does it look like a right hand?"

Pan Mi was as lonely as snow, but suddenly she was dragged into the air by her collar with one hand, and landed on an arched stone.

The red-haired laughed, and let go of his hand, "Look, it's just lying there."

Pan Mi blinked slowly, then turned to look at the place Shanks pointed out to her.

Standing on a high place, you can easily overlook the entire island. The mountain Shanks mentioned is just outside the moat. It is not high, but it is magical enough.

The lower corner of the mountain is gentle and gentle, but a prism-shaped peak stands abruptly in the middle. If the river is still there, it must be like a girl lying gracefully on the river bank, looking up at the sky gently.When the night comes here, it is a lifelike scene of an innocent girl stretching out her right hand and counting the stars.

"But, the right hand of the goddess is pointing to the sky." After sighing, a partner asked, "Could it be Sky Island?"

Beckman shook his head, showing a slight smile: "The first two sentences of the poem are finally matched."