"Why are you spying on me?"

In fact, he didn't notice anyone around him, but based on previous experience and lessons, he used words and responses to deceive possible monitors.

In the next second, a middle-aged man with a protruding belly came out of a certain shadow.

He didn't speak, and walked away from this place silently.

While rejoicing, Verdu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, seized the time, and approached the wooden door.

According to the information he got, no matter which way the wooden door is pushed, it will not bring about any unusual changes, and touching it without trying to move it will not be dangerous.

After thinking for a few seconds, Verdu retracted his hand into the sleeve robe, used the classical robe as a "glove", and pulled the wooden door.

The wooden door stood up, and the surroundings were quiet.

Verdu immediately pushed the wooden door like opening the door normally, but still couldn't see the slightest change.

He tried a variety of methods, but none of them made the wooden door show abnormalities. It seemed that it was really just luck that it was preserved intact under the blow of the Church of the Storm.

Taking a deep breath, Verdu tried to calm himself down.

He thought for a while, and tried to open the door again.

However, unlike before, he held the handle and twisted it down slightly.

After hearing the slight click of metal collisions, Verdu pushed forward, allowing the wooden door to swing backwards, leaning against the collapsed and broken wall again.

This time, a gray mist suddenly appeared in front of Verdu's eyes.

There is a looming street and row houses in the fog.

Outside one of the houses, there is a wooden sign inlaid, which seems to have several Loenish words written on it: "Bansi Port Telegraph Office."

While Verdu's pupils dilated, a gentle voice came from the telegraph office shrouded in light mist: "Are you here to take a telegram?

"Please come in."

Although there was nothing special about the voice from the telegraph office, it was just a little intermittent, lacking obvious tone fluctuations, and normally would not make people feel scary, but Verdu suddenly gushed out a surge of fear in his heart.

It was as if a bullet with flames had been shot into the arsenal, accurately hitting a barrel of gunpowder that was easily ignited, and instantly detonated the fear that Verdu had accumulated and forcibly suppressed before.

The panic that swept to every corner of the body was like a palm, grasping Verdu's heart, whitening his brain, making him turn around sharply, and frantically fled to the broken pier where the pirate ship was.

During this process, Verdu completely forgot to think. He didn't remember that he was wearing a classical robe that could be "teleported". He just relied on his feet to stumble and run in the ruins, sometimes tripping over debris, falling heavily, and sometimes being covered by clothes. His face turned purple, and he had to stop to catch his breath.

However, every time there is a slight relaxation, Verdu will get up and continue to run wildly, losing his mind and leaving only pure instinct.

Without his strength, the wooden door could not maintain its balance. After sliding along the collapsed and broken wall for a while, it fell to the brick-covered ground with a clatter.

The gray mist and the shadowy houses in the mist disappeared.

Five or six minutes later, Verdu ran back to the pier under the rainstorm.

His eyes were straightened, full of panic and bewilderment, completely oblivious to the figure standing on the deck of the pirate ship, quietly looking down at him.

This is the young man with a stern face wearing a half-height silk top hat and a long black windbreaker.

Verdu didn't even think about it, and immediately used the gangway to return to the pirate ship, rushed all the way into the cabin, rushed to the second floor, and rushed into his room. JrNovels.com