The legend of the treasure

Wow, the blue waves hit the bottom of the cliff and bloomed into white Flowers.

Lumian walked to the lighthouse that was said to be left by the Intis people when they first arrived at Saint Tique Island, and looked at the ocean in the distance.

It was still a long time before night, and Crimson Moonlight had not yet been sprinkled here, creating a dreamy and blurry scene, so there were not many tourists coming to the lighthouse to hang out, and the surroundings were very quiet.

Lumian walked around the lighthouse with obvious Roselle period style two or three times, went in and visited for nearly a quarter of an hour, but found no trace of "Devil Warlock".

He didn't expect to meet Bourman directly. After all, it wasn't time to appreciate the moonlight yet. He just wanted to see if the other person came here after waking up last night to remember the past, recall his wife, calm down his inner state, and find the motivation to continue going on.

"Young man, there's nothing to see here during the day, but it's completely different at night." The lighthouse keeper kindly reminded Lumian while smoking native smoke made directly from cured tobacco leaves.

Lumian smiled and asked, "Will anyone come in the middle of the night?"

"Yes." The half-hundred-year-old man guarding the lighthouse said in a boastful tone, "Those flower|flower|gong|sons from Trier like to bring girls here to watch the moonlight in the middle of the night."

"Is there anyone who likes to wear Hood and pretend to be Warlock?" Lumian asked further.

The lighthouse keeper showed a recalling expression:

"It happens occasionally. Several times I thought it was a ghost."

"Did he Late Night come yesterday?" Lumian's mouth curled up slightly.

His substitution and speculation are no problem!

This may be because similar experiences allowed him to better understand Bourman's mental state and paranoid thoughts.

"I don't know, I didn't see it anyway," the lighthouse keeper replied.

Lumian didn't ask any more questions, and planned to come back after early morning, during the two or three hours when the moonlight is most beautiful.

In the next more than three hours, he "visited" all the really famous gourmet shops in Falin Port, asking similar questions, but failed to obtain any valid information.

It can be seen that "Devil Warlock" Bourman is quite restrained under normal conditions. He is not in a state where he acts completely on instinct. He rarely goes to crowded places. Even if he does, he is disguised enough.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian arrived at the small Steam Train Station at Falin Port and bought a ticket to Andatna Volcano Mine for 3 Felkine.

If you want to go there to watch the sunset, you have to go now.

Woo, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, the black and rough front of the car spewed out thick smoke, dragging the long carriage and running on the sleepers.

It gradually turned from slow to fast, just like a huge Giant finally defeated the original inertia and mobilized all Parts.

Lumian was sitting by the window, holding Golden-Yellow Straw Hat in his hand, quietly admiring each Plantation that kept retreating.

Near six o'clock, the train stopped outside Andatna Volcano Mine.

Lumian put on his straw hat, did not enter the mine, and walked along the side road to the top of Volcano.

Gradually, the green began to become sparse, gray and black became the main color here, and occasionally a few reddish rocks could be seen.

The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more desolate it becomes, with gray-black gravel making no sound in the roaring wind Slumber.

Because there are no trees or shrubs to block it, Lumian has an extremely wide field of vision. It feels like there is a strange grandeur here, representing desolation and deathly silence.

Along the white road that was stepped on by tourists between the main colors of gray and black, Lumian walked step by step to the entrance of Volcano. The lower inside was a coal-black color, dotted with red depressions.

The temperature here is a little warmer than on the ground.

Wow, the wind is walking unscrupulously in this place without any obstacles, blowing the gray and black gravel into the sky and making human beings stagger.

In such a scene, Sun, which is about to fall to the sky, sheds golden and red light, making the desolation and deathless silence seem Burning, and the sunken red part becomes more intense.

Lumian pressed the straw hat on his head and walked along the entrance of Volcano for two to three hundred meters.

Suddenly, the wind on the top of the mountain calmed down, and the scattered gravel fell one after another.

Lumian Suddenly saw, outside the Volcano mouth, on the downward gray-black sloping wall, in the Sunlight that was emitting the last brilliance, there was a Daoist shadow standing quietly.

He was wearing black Robe and deep Hood, looking attentively at the golden-red Sun sinking little by little.

Lumian showed no Change expression, walked Past step by step, and did not launch an attack directly.

Sensing his approach, the man wearing black Hood turned around, revealing his Paleness face with several rotten wounds and large patches of pale down.

This is exactly "Devil Warlock"Bourman!

Perhaps because of being surrounded by such scenery and beautiful memories, Bourman, who is famous for being crazy, actually said a little tiredly, "You actually found this place."

Lumian, who always held the golden straw hat on his head to prevent it from being blown away by the strong wind, laughed at himself and said, "If I hadn't still had fantasies and hopes, if there weren't still many enemies waiting for me to find Past, I would often go back to Cordou Village, and go back to the nearest High Mountain Pasture, the grass there is very green, a large area, a large area, with small light yellow flowers, and many Sheeps are walking. The sky is as blue as gems, and the white clouds that float by from time to time are like sheep on the ground. At night, there will be many Starss, they are densely packed, like diamond gravel at the bottom of a clear river..."

Standing in Burning's body and Sunlight in the vast, dead gray darkness, Lumian recalled Cordou Village and that High Mountain Pasture.

Bourman didn't interrupt him. After he finished speaking, he looked dazed and said with a smile that was uglier than crying, "Helen and I thought we wanted to watch the sunset here some time ago. We could buy a ticket and come right away, but she never came again..."

And you don't even need to take the Steam train... Lumian sighed slowly and said, "What accident happened in the first place?"

Bourman's face muscles Distortion, and his expression revealed an unabashed Pain:

"We were deceived, there was something wrong with that treasure map, and we met the real Sea Monster!

"Damn Islanders, Helen have always believed that they are used to fraud and like to be Thug because there is no other way out. All Dignity positions are occupied by pure Intis people, but we are so good to him and believe in him, yet he still cooperates with others to deceive us for money!

"I'm going to kill him, kill those liars, kill all Islanders!"

Lumian chuckled and said, "Among those Trier people who think they are noble, there are also those who are Swindler, and there are also those who sell their bodies. I never discriminate against Islanders as a whole, but I am wary of individual Islanders."

Speaking of this, Lumian suddenly had inspiration:

"The Islanders who deceived you is 'Thief' Pathway?"

"Yes." Bourman's face twitched, as if he could hardly restrain the anger in his heart.

"Swindler" asked Acting? Lumian cautiously. "Does he have the habit of wearing Monocle, or pinching the socket of this eye?"

He pointed to his right eye.

"No." Bourman didn't seem to understand why Lumian asked.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief:

"What was his name? Did you kill him?"

Bourman Paleness's face was suddenly congested with blood, and drops of putrid liquid flowed from it:

"His name is Marco Benito!

"After that time, he disappeared and I never found him!"

Lumian stopped irritating Bourman and asked instead, "Which treasure were you pursuing at that time?"

"In Sea of Fog Depths, there is an island, and the people living on it will not grow old or really die." Bourman recalled the rumors of treasures that were collected at the beginning, "There is reason to believe that there are very precious things hidden on that island. We have never thought of becoming enemies of the islanders. We only hope to sneak into the island and steal some Unaging medicine."

He spoke a bit messily and skipped a lot of content in the middle.

"This is very similar to the treasure legend of 'Fountain of Youth'." Lumian thought for a while and said, "The "Great Adventurer" series of novels has already hinted that 'Fountain of Youth' is Lie."

Bourman ignored him and continued, "We found some evidence and obtained a treasure map to that island. Who knew that the map, the map was fake!

"Sea Monster destroyed our ship, and Helen stood in front of me so that I could use that special witchcraft... I looked at her, and saw that she was torn into two pieces by Sea Monster, with Despair in her eyes..."

Bourman breathed heavily and couldn't speak any more.

"After that, you moved to 'Death God'Pathway?" Lumian changed the topic.

Bourman The cold Linen-Colored Eyes suddenly became bright:

"Yes, only Death God, who is in charge of the 'death' realm, can make Helen Resurrection!

"In the treasure legend, many details also show that only Death God can Eternal Life, and only Mystery that has mastered death can Seer truly return! Those islanders are not incapable of death, but can Resurrection!"

"Do you really believe in that treasure?" Lumian already had the answer after asking this question.

Half-Mad's Bourman will grab every life-saving straw and believe that every rumor of Helen Resurrection can be saved.

"I believe it." Bourman nodded and said in a low voice, "Because, some time ago, I met people from that island. There really is such an island, and there are really some islanders who never grow old or really die!"

"Really?" Lumian blurted out.

Bourman said with feverish eyes, "I wanted to catch him, but he defeated me. Instead of killing me, he sympathized with my experience and taught me some knowledge in the field of 'Death God'. There is Resurrection's method hidden in it!"

"Damn liar, Waiter of Fidel turned out to be a liar. I didn't want to try Resurrection Ritual so quickly. I wasn't completely ready, but he turned out to be a liar. I want to kill him! Islanders are all liars! They are all going to die!"

Is he really from that island? He's not a liar again, is he? It turned out to be that Swindler Rody's incident stimulated Bourman, well, and the influence of that islander... Lumian narrowed his eyes and said, "What's that islander's name and what does he look like?"

Bourman suddenly became alert and looked at Lumian and said, "What are you doing here?"

Lumian sighed when he saw this, put away the expression on his face, and said extremely calmly, "I'll kill you."

Bourman was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "For what? Bounty?"

Lumian threw away the golden straw hat in his hand, lowered his body slightly, and replied in a low voice, "Punish you for your sins and end your Pain."

Bourman stopped laughing and raised his hands with a cold expression:

"Then come."