Chapter 87 Arms

Charles stomped on his feet with all his strength, pushing James out, but he just stuck.

"Let me go!!" Charles jumped up high with all his strength, and stomped hard on the soles of James' feet. There was a sound of flesh being torn, and a large piece of flesh from James' waist was scraped off and rushed straight away. go out.

Charles jumped out with James, but the moment he appeared, the exit suddenly closed, and Charles' left arm was stuck tightly.

Gritting his teeth, Charles stepped on the wall with his feet and pulled desperately, but he couldn't pull it off.

James next to him floated aside, grabbed Charles' waist and pulled hard.

Charles patted him and pointed to the water, but the big man shook his head vigorously and pulled hard.

Charles felt the water around him begin to turbulent, and the island was descending faster.

Feeling the increasing pressure around him, Charles knew that if he didn't make a choice, the water pressure alone would kill him.

His heart skipped a beat, and he took out his black blade and slashed hard along the edge of the wall.

Scarlet blood sprayed out from the fracture, and the speed of the two people's descent finally stopped.

When Charles subconsciously glanced at the darkness underwater, he was shocked to find that not only one island was sinking.

A dozen of the same islands also fell rapidly,

And at the bottom of them, Charles vaguely saw a wriggling darkness. The darkness was huge. The island that trapped them before was only as big as an index finger in front of it. No, maybe that island was it index finger?

It dawned on him that the islands were all one, that they were all part of that darkness.

"Shua!" A giant scarlet eye appeared in the squirming darkness. Followed by two three.

The whispering in his ears sounded again, and Charles immediately closed his eyes, trying his best to follow James up the river quickly.

On the deck, the wet, frozen and trembling crew looked anxiously at the water, their captain and chief engineer hadn't come up yet.

Lily stood on the edge of the boat and ran from left to right, and then from right to left, tears welling in her eyes.

"What should I do if something happens to Mr. Charles? Where should I go? No, Mr. Charles will be all right, he is so good! He will be all right!"

Just when it was about to cry, it suddenly saw Charles and James supporting each other to surface, and Lily jumped down excitedly.

Following the ladder, the two with extremely ugly faces finally returned to the deck.

"Captain, your hand—" All the crew immediately noticed Charles's empty left arm.

Looking at his crew, Charles, who had an extremely ugly face, opened his mouth to say something, when a pool of scarlet blood spurted out of his mouth.

At the same time, James next to him also knelt on one knee, showing the same symptoms.

Everyone who saw this scene turned pale with fright, and hurriedly called for the doctor.

The doctor quickly checked the two people's bodies and breathed a sigh of relief. "It's okay, it's just that I got decompression sickness from rising too fast from the water. You guys, send them to the medical room I have set up. I want to treat them."

In a white medical room, after pouring all kinds of bitter medicines, Charles felt that his lungs couldn't breathe much better.

James, enjoying the same treatment, also lay beside him.

Looking at Charles's empty left arm, James had a pained expression on his face.

"Captain, I'm sorry, if it wasn't for me—"

"You don't need to apologize. I gave you the relic, and I let you use it. You didn't do anything wrong in this matter." Charles interrupted him.

Seeing his broken arm, Charles thought a lot in his mind, is someone else's life important? Or is one of your own arms important?

Charles quickly had his own answer in his mind. If he wanted to accomplish his goal, it would be impossible for him alone. He had to have a group of crew members who shared the difficulties with him.

As for an arm, it's worth the price to get out of this place.

And when he thought that if James died, he would personally deliver the news to his wife, Charles felt that he made the right choice.

"It's okay, it's just that I lost a hand. It's not that I lost love." Richard complained in his mind.

Charles shook his head, slowly closed his eyes and prepared to rest, his mind was a little tired.

With a bang, the doctor opened the door and walked straight to Charles with a very impatient expression. "Did you see something? Why is your mental pollution getting worse?"

"Glanced inadvertently, and the island seemed to be a limb of something."

"Earth Sea's rules, even you, the captain, don't understand? You look around, and one day you will be killed by yourself." The doctor finished speaking with disgust, and handed over a cup of black tumbling potion.

Charles took it and drank it with his head up, and the metallic taste filled his mouth instantly. But the groggy feeling in the head feels much better.

Charles, who was much more energetic, was not too busy resting. He put the iron cup on the wooden cabinet next to him, and said to the doctor, "Please call the first mate, I have something to ask him."

There are signs that Bandage is very familiar with this place. Not only does he know the location of the exit, he also knows the way to restrain the torture, and he can also be immune to the effect of the maze, preventing him from being pulled into the wall.

But in this way, contradictions appeared. If he knew that this place was dangerous, why didn't he notify everyone in advance? If he wanted to send the crew in, why did he go to such lengths to get them out in the end?

The silent first officer soon appeared at the door, facing Charles' question, he shook his head slowly.

"I...I don't know...I seem to have been here...and lived in it for a long time...I saw you all appearing on the wall...I just remembered..."

"Then can you remember why you were able to resist being pulled into the wall? And I was also very surprised, back then on the first island, those monsters that can devour memories clearly caught you, why did they let you go."

This time, Bandage finally answered.

He untied the bandage on his back, and on his tattooed back, drew a magic circle formed by dark purple complex characters.

The distorted text seemed to move, and Charles felt dizzy after reading it for a while.

"It should be protected by this thing...don't ask me...where it came from...I forgot..."

Charles didn't plan to ask any more questions. He probably didn't remember the final answer.

"Do you think the tattoos on his body give any clues?" Richard suggested an idea.

Charles looked at the tattoo on the bandage.