In the thick fog and rain, Stuart and we used all our life experience to confirm our position in the eye of the storm, making sure that the fir raft was heading in one direction so as not to get lost on the vast sea, and also hoping to find Kai smoothly.

The yacht Pegasus driven by Yi.

But when I saw this guy in front of me...

If it were not too late to ask him to disembark now, I would definitely use my size 43 shoe soles to give him a friendly lift!

Can anyone tell me why all the passengers I picked up were students from that unlucky school?

Fortunately, this guy is just an undergraduate, and his poisonous milk skills are not deep enough. Otherwise, I believe that what I just saw was not a strange stone pillar, but an indescribable existence!

Gray had never experienced events in the parallel world, so he was not very sensitive to this name. He just muttered: "That seems to be the school where Professor Bakir works."

I added: "It's still the place where Mary studied, and it's probably Mr. Rhodes's... Forget it, let's make peace with it. Stuart, since you have relevant knowledge, let's analyze the situation here by the way.

.”

The tall and thin man was not knocked down by the violent storm just now, but now he was surrounded by waves of cold rain. The temperature on his body slowly dissipated. He shrank his body in distress and said with a wry smile.

"I am also confused about the current situation... Such unknown matters... No matter if it is a navigation major or a maritime history major, it will not be included in the examination syllabus..."

"Then tell me about the ghost wood."

People's physiques cannot be generalized. He neither has my extraordinary adaptability nor Gray's miraculous method of dispelling cold. Looking at him like this, he must rely on distraction to avoid fainting, so I threw out his familiar

topic.

Stuart's face had a hint of cold blue as he trembled and said.

"Okay, let me talk about ghost wood... The fir tree that has withstood the test of time underground has finally evolved into this precious wood. But the strange thing is that this phenomenon has never been seen in the settlement ruins of the Federation Continent.

It has not been found, it only appears on the islands outside the southern island chain.”

"It is undeniable that the enlightenment of my family's collection made me spend too much energy on the research of ghost wood. I even considered using this as the theme as my graduation thesis... Okay, I'm going too far. I took the train

I visited the South Island during my vacation for investigation and found that the locals highly respect the ghost wood. In addition to believing that it can bring the souls of the deceased to rest, they also generally believe that those who master the ghost wood will have the power to control the deceased..."

"For example, in the legend of the local Joaquin tribe, the pirate emperor Harald did not die, but was riding a large ship made of ghost wood, preparing a fleet composed of shipwreck ghosts in the depths of the ocean, which will be used when the waves of doomsday roar.

Come back and continue the unfinished conquest..."

I thought about this scene and couldn't help complaining: "It is said that after thousands of years, he has not yet established a fleet... Does this emperor never intend to pay wages to his employees?"

I'm familiar with this routine.

Low emotional intelligence: Our company does not pay wages and uses love to generate electricity

High emotional intelligence: Flexible salary and great potential!

Stuart smiled awkwardly, "Legends, the content must have been processed... This part is based on the research of professors from the Department of Oceanography and History at the University of Michigan. It is unanimously believed that these legends in the South Island come from the mysterious empire of Oceania.

Cultural radiation. Unfortunately, these ruins were seriously damaged during the primitive empire and the Holy Spirit Church, and no more information can be found in historical records..."

emmm... The results of the University of Michigan's research in this field seem to coincide with the speculation of the "Voynich Historical Manuscript" in Father Carter's hand.

In addition to the manuscript records, I happen to have a pair of "General Moye" in my hand, which are most likely the sacrificial vessels left behind by the mysterious empire of Oceania...

"Is there anything else you can share about the research on this mysterious empire?" I asked.

Stuart's eyes were full of regret.

"Actually, I don't know much about this part. In pursuit of the clues to rescue and excavation, the University of Michigan launched a massive scientific expedition along the ocean route to Antarctica, and discovered many precious cultural relics. Unfortunately, this part is crucial

Part of the research was lost due to the accident of the scientific expedition team, and the other part will never see the light of day after the scientific research ship Poseidon sank..."

...You might as well name it Titanic, play "My Heart Will Go On" on repeat, and study the structure of the iceberg up close.

As for what happened to this scientific expedition team in Antarctica, I don't want to know and I don't dare to know, but I always feel that there must be something wrong with this mysterious empire in Oceania.

Apart from anything else, the story of the ghost wood told by Stuart always reminds me of the Oliha Gang Wall in the Mads Mountain Hot Spring Mine - combined with the double sword sacrificial artifact found in the Mid-Levels Lagoon,

The relationship is definitely not simple...

Stuart may have seen me and was very interested in this mysterious civilization, so he took the initiative to say.

"Although the research in this area has been interrupted, if you, Sheriff, have any ideas, you can ask people in the Voyager Alliance. The professor once told us that this organization may be the most knowledgeable person on the planet.

And the origin of the organization is inextricably linked to the mysterious empire in Oceania..."

"By the way, the reason why ghost wood is so rare is because some mysterious glyphs and patterns can often be found on the wood, which are suspected to be the lost writings of the mysterious empire. If the code on it can be deciphered, it is possible to find the legendary

Relics and treasures…”

Stuart carefully stroked the ghost wood under him, and suddenly said excitedly, "For example, here... I can feel the traces of carvings! It seems that there are Nagar characters on it too!"

"Nagar script?"

"Oh, the discoverer of this writing is the historian Professor Nagar, so it is named after him."

Gray said with a smile: "Hey, according to this theory, this writing may be called Kaye writing... Didn't you notice that what is written on it is the common language of the Federation, 'I have sailed into the sea'?"

Stuart's expression of ecstasy froze on his face, and he straightened his hair in embarrassment, "Ah...it turns out you decided to go to sea only after seeing the words..."

I said vaguely: "The reason is half and half... I just feel that we can't stay on the coast any longer, and escaping to the sea with Kay may be the safest option."

Gray also said: "Well... Grandpa probably knows something too. I once saw him dig things with strange symbols from the mines and give them to acquaintances in the Maritime Brotherhood..."

"Crime of stealing cultural relics! Arrest! Must be arrested! Sebala actually did such a thing! Prepare to go to jail until you die!"

I waved my fist vigorously, saying that I would definitely carry out justice to the end, but suddenly I felt the small raft hit something with a "bang", and the inertia of the rapid stop caused us to jolt suddenly and almost fell into it.

In the water.

"What's going on! Can we hit the rocks at this draft?! Is it so outrageous?!"

I stepped on the raft and balanced it for a long time before I calmed down the old man who was almost deformed and collapsed.

"Boss, look..."

Gray's voice sounded faintly, echoing slowly in this dark world where the boundaries were unclear due to the fog, giving me the illusion of a deep, empty valley.

The culprit causing the ups and downs of sound waves is the lonely ship in front of us. At this moment, the dark ship is moored alone on the water, swaying involuntarily with the waves.

However, the entire ship was pitch black, without a trace of firelight. The four-story vertical structure was completely silent. The deck, portholes, ship towers, and bridge corridors were also eerily quiet, like a giant ocean beast with only an empty shell left behind.

He has been dead in a well-known corner for a long time - because when we turned to the left side of the dark yacht, we discovered that there was a huge and hideous wound on the hull!
Chapter completed!