Cough ~ Cough ~

The violent coughing sounded in the corridor one after another, as if there was thick phlegm in my throat, and in the end, I could even vaguely hear the sound of vomiting.

The door with several skewed music scores hanging on the back was pushed open. A pale, thin palm was placed on the door handle and a thin figure followed closely by a thin and hunched figure, wearing a black robe and a grayish-white flute of unknown material in the other hand.

Walking into the messy room, it was obviously a loft with a triangle roof and seemed to be on a certain height. The "huhhh~" outside the window was particularly clear.

His eyes had lost focus, ignored the music scores scattered on the floor, and the tables and chairs that were shaking due to disrepair, walked heavy steps to a bench. In front of the chair was a mechanical score stand, and there was no music score on the table, and it was empty.

"It's going to be done soon, and finally, in order to repay you for all these years... This is a hymn dedicated to you..."

Muttering some unspeakable words, he bent down and groped on the bench, and finally found a recording conch.

The light in the house was extremely dark. Firstly, it was because it was late at night, and secondly, the only window on the right side of the room was completely blocked by a brown curtain, as if to block the spy from the outside world. For this reason, the surrounding area was even nailed to death with wooden boards, but from those nails that were not arranged at all, it was more like a sudden, random nail in, the people who did this really had no talent for carpentry or were in a daze when doing this.

"Yeah~hum~"

While taking a deep breath, he began to prepare before the performance.

The moment he sat down with the flute, his eyes, which were originally blind without any focal length, suddenly had a strange and indescribable brilliance, just like a hanging branch caught by a man trapped in a swamp, and he poured all his attention into it.

Open the recording conch on the edge of your heel, then raise your hand and reach out to the empty stent to make the page turn.

Brush ~

A sound of page turning sounded in the air...

In a trance, a dark tide that had risen from nowhere began to surge in the room. In the shadows of the corners, blood-colored eyes opened and stared at the performer, and he was doing his own thing as if he had not realized it.

Open your mouth against the flute's mouth and place your hands in a specific position.

Performance, start!

......

“This song is nice!”

Under the blue sky, Lu Jing and Xu Zhuo each held an apple and leaned against the side of the Xiliu boat, cheering for the old man who was wearing only a short jacket on the deck of another fishing boat not far away and playing melodious music with a flute.

Behind him, Fu Ju was cross-legged and knocking among a bunch of utensils, twisting his waist from time to time with the sound of the flute. On the small stool in front of him were the iron golem scroll and the item passed down from ancestors that was almost the same as the Magic Cube.

Although she does not have the ability to control puppets, she still has the ability to make them. In order to thank Lu Jing for being willing to take her together, she took the initiative to ask for helping them make such puppets. Once they are finished and put on the market, they will have to start with at least 5 gold leaves!

"Hahaha~ When you go to Qingle Island, people of my level are everywhere."

The old man on the other side responded with a smile, bent down and picked up a lobster with seaweed baled tongs from the bamboo cage, took two steps back, and threw one towards Xiliu.

"Youngsheng, this is a gift for you. I just caught it from the sea. Try it!"

The glaze squatting on the side of the boat jumped up and easily caught the lobster, shaking its tail and jumping around the deck, showing off the spoils he had just obtained.

Lu Jing and his group came to Qingle Island from Chusha Island not for vacation, but were preparing to go to the island's specialty store to buy transliteration conch.

That's right, due to the strict requirements for breeding ground conditions of the voice transmission conch and the complex biomechanical technology required in the production process, most voice transmission conch on the vast ocean are produced in the Blue Water Conch Group headquartered in the Kingdom of Attis. It is naturally not a joke that Dong Qingyue had said on Huashu Island that it would cost a lot of money to buy a communicator.

Even the lowest-level single-line transponder conch is priced at around 60 silver dollars, and the price of dial conch is generally 1 gold leaf.

It is more than ten times more expensive than the initial launch price of Lu Jing's fruit mobile phone in his previous life, but its function is just one call function...

But who made this the only option?

Lu Jing, who had suffered losses on Qihuang Island, chose to ask Fu Ju to pay the parking fee. He and Xu Zhuo walked around with their bags on their backs and waited for Fu Ju to return to work together.

"Captain, we are short of food on the boat. We have eaten the things in the refrigerator these days, and we also need to replenish fresh water and some repair materials."

Holding a notepad in his hand, he walked to Lu Jing's right. As the butler of Xiliu, Xu Zhuo had already counted the supplies on the ship when he was about to arrive at Qingle Island. In addition to all kinds of miscellaneous items, he also had a request.

"I have to buy two pistols and special bullets. When I arrive at the Sand Island, I may have to fight those zombies. Ordinary bullets are useless to them."

"There are bullets sold on Qingle Island that can work on zombies?"

If you really want to use this kind of thing, Lu Jing also wants to buy it.

"I mean to buy large-caliber pistols and bursting bullets. No matter how hard the zombies are, their hands or legs are broken, and they cannot recover. You have a shotgun to defend themselves. It is difficult for my rifle to achieve the effect of broken limbs. I have never tried the effect of headshots. I am prepared for any precautions."

Perhaps a headshot can kill zombies directly, but without verification, it is always right to prepare more, and Lu Jing has no objection to this.

"Buy more bullets... buy more guns, and teach Fu Ju how to use guns during this period."

After getting on the island of Chusha, Fu Ju will definitely act with them. When he really encountered a situation that he couldn't take into account, it might be two situations if he had a gun in his hand. Lu Jing said as he looked at Fu Ju, and found that she had been trying to speak but stopped since the beginning, and couldn't help but ask,

"I'll just say anything, we're sitting in the same boat now."

"Ship, captain...I want to buy some tools and materials to make sand iron golems. In addition, I can do a little disguise. As long as I have props, they can't recognize you even if they have your portraits in their hands. But all these require money..."

Fu Ju is naturally embarrassed when he eats someone else's house and lives in someone else's house. When she looks up again, there are already two more golden leaves in front of her.

"Just call me Lu Jing. You are not my crew member, so there is no need to call the captain. This is your activity fund. We will buy the guns for you. As for those props, Xu Zhuo and I don't understand them, so you have to choose them yourself."

Lu Jing looked at Fu Ju who was a little embarrassed and stuffed the money into her hand. Then, without waiting for her to reply, he walked forward with a big step forward, muttering,

"Don't be afraid of spending money. As long as the action is successful, the money we spend here today will be doubled for the Nightmare Pirates to repay it again in the next day!"

"Aren't I a crew member yet..."

Compared to the topic of making money from the Nightmare Ghost Pirates, Fu Ju obviously cared more about what Lu Jing said earlier.
Chapter completed!