Chapter 18 .，！

But the shadow that launched this sneak attack was already staggering as it climbed to the second floor. Coughing as it moved, a few bright red droplets of spittle leaped joyfully from between its fingers.

Then, a vast expanse of darkness surged over it like an avalanche. It charged forward with its eyes closed, feeling as if the world was collapsing even in this darkness.

A strong sense of powerlessness pricked at its nerves, eroding its will. It felt that living was too tiring, and exhaustion swept over its body like a parched thirst, to the point where it just wanted to rest quietly, forever… never to wake up again.

Yes, this was Sivalle, the leader of the Sivalle Pirate Group! Sivalle himself hadn't even recovered from his injuries sustained in naval battles when he fought Lord Fook. Although it seemed like he heavily injured Lord Fook, eliminating the diseases spread by Lord Fook was definitely not an easy task.

When Sivalle ordered the retreat, a carriage that was unaware of the situation drove by. This carriage originally intended to observe the chaos here. After all, the location of this bar was excellent, and whoever got their hands on it first would undoubtedly reap great profits. The coachman of this carriage just wanted to sell the firsthand information for a good price.

However, this coachman had always had a good eye. After seeing the chaotic scene of corpses, he very simply drove the carriage away. He knew that with his strength, it was impossible to participate in this kind of power struggle. He didn't want to become one of those horribly dead corpses.

Because his attention was drawn to so many corpses, he didn't notice that Fang Senyan, who seemed to be kneeling on the ground coughing violently, grabbed the edge of the carriage and hitched a ride. His body was hidden by the carriage, and Lord Fook couldn't see him, so it wasn't until the carriage had driven nearly a hundred meters away that Lord Fook came to his senses, strode forward, and chased fiercely in the direction the carriage was heading.

At this moment, the coachman pulling the carriage suddenly began to cough slightly. The virus plague spread by Lord Fook was very vicious, but for people with stronger strength and higher physical fitness, it took longer to take effect, and the resulting disease was weaker. This was why Sivalle, although still injured, was able to heavily injure Lord Fook.

However, the most vicious thing about Lord Fook's virus plague was that once infected, there was only the issue of delayed onset. It would definitely take effect, and once it did, it would truly be like a maggot attached to the bone, deeply rooted in the victim's bone marrow, never disappearing for a long time, leaving you with a layer of skin gone even if you didn't die!

This coachman was infected even though he only glanced at it from afar.

It was possible that he was only infected by a single virus when he was infected, so it wasn't too serious yet. He only had a cough and dizziness, and he wasn't coughing up blood in a short period of time, but the speed of the carriage inevitably decreased.

At this time, Fang Senyan jumped off the carriage, pressed his chest, and staggered into another bar. In Lord Fook's cold eyes, there was no trace of life. He unhesitatingly dragged his heavy steps, with the clanging sound of the death armor he was wearing, and walked towards this bustling bar…

The bad news of death always spreads quickly. Moreover, although Tortuga was prosperous, its actual area was only equivalent to a small county town in the real world. The pirates weren't stupid and willing to be Fang Senyan's scapegoat, so half an hour later, the entire Tortuga knew that a demon had appeared. He was chasing his target, and if they didn't want to die, they should stay away. Even some pirates feared the terrifying infectious disease so much that they set sail and left in the middle of the night.

As a result, Fang Senyan was in a dangerous situation. However, although he looked like he was stumbling and vomiting blood all the way, like a half-dead mouse being played with by a cat, he was still struggling to support himself and delay.

But the best defense is always offense, and Fang Senyan was finally forced to a dead end.

He could no longer escape, because behind him was a cliff hundreds of feet high. Below the cliff were messy, jagged rocks, and the waves of the sea seemed to never stop, heavily crashing on the rocks, splashing countless white foams, and then slowly retreating back into the sea.

Without a doubt, if he fell from this height, he would definitely hit the rocks, and then he would definitely die, without even the chance of being crippled or becoming a vegetable.

Lord Fook took a step forward, and the cold eyes behind his helmet flashed with a look that no human should possess: "Hand, over, the, diary, I, will, let, you, die, quicker."

Fang Senyan suddenly lowered his head, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Remember that red mole?"

Lord Fook looked over with an idiotic gaze, but Fang Senyan twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled, "It's that red mole on the left breast of the beautiful Ms. Sally Hepburn. Could it be that the esteemed Lord has forgotten after playing with it so many times?"

Lord Fook's entire body suddenly stiffened!!!

Sally Hepburn, this name seemed to be engraved on his soul! How could he forget, how could he forget? Even when Lord Fook gave up everything, he never gave up the memory between him and her. Although this memory would often turn into pain and torture him, Lord Fook would transform this pain into the motivation for his cultivation, to make the enemy feel the pain he felt tenfold!

While Lord Fook's brain was still in a state of blank crash, Fang Senyan's vicious words sprayed out like venomous snakes: "I heard that you husband and wife were originally quite affectionate, but later it was because you, Mr. Cuckold, became impotent and couldn't satisfy your wife, so she was too empty, and that's why she got involved with the guards, got involved with your servants, got involved with the bartender, got involved with the pirates…"

"You, nonsense!" Lord Fook's voice was as cold as ever, but it could be seen from his rapidly rising and falling chest that this Mr. Cuckold's emotions were actually very agitated: "Sally, she didn't sleep with the bartender!"

"Oh, she did." Fang Senyan shrugged his shoulders with certainty and said, "Because I am a bartender." As soon as these words were said, Lord Fook even hesitated for a moment before he realized what Fang Senyan meant to express.

He couldn't say half a word anymore, or rather, he didn't even want to waste half a word with the man in front of him. Fang Senyan was still adding fuel to the fire. He very seriously narrated the scene he saw that day of Sally Hepburn and Mr. Jack Sparrow sleeping together, the only difference was that he replaced Jack's identity with himself. Because it must be admitted that Lord Fook's wife had some very special hobbies when doing things, and Lord Fook was of course very clear about them, and Fang Senyan even described these details in a very bad way, so it was really impossible for people not to believe it!

Lord Fook directly launched a crazy attack on Fang Senyan. He was no longer willing to listen. The past was like a series of crazy whips with thorns, whipping at his heart. The crazy anger had completely surrounded Lord Fook!

In this instant, Lord Fook threw out three death coils in one breath! Representing the terrifying black magic of plague, death, and rot! It could even be seen that the black air on Lord Fook's body condensed like substance, twisting like thin tentacles and tightly entangling the enemy in front of him.

Fang Senyan tried his best to roll and dodge, but still couldn't help but let out a miserable scream, obviously tormented by great pain. Lord Fook was very satisfied with this result. He would never嫌少 the enemy's screams. Only by torturing him alive for three days and three nights could he slightly relieve the hatred in his heart! So he once again frantically cast several tragic black magic spells, while also spending time and effort to apply a certain amount of protection to Fang Senyan to prevent him from being directly killed by himself.

In the enemy's miserable screams, Lord Fook finally gradually calmed down. He suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

That's right!! Why is this guy still yelling so loudly? Logically speaking, he should be dying!

Also, why is his skin not showing any signs of ulceration or blackening?

Thinking of this, Lord Fook's pupils suddenly shrank. He suddenly drew out the rune sword with a chilling air from his waist and slashed down on Fang Senyan, who was curled up in a ball!

At this time, a strange feeling that was difficult to describe suddenly涌出 in his heart.

That feeling was already very unfamiliar. The last time that feeling appeared in his heart should have been when he heard about Sally's betrayal.

The sharp blade, which was faintly white, whizzed down and slashed at Fang Senyan, who was curled up on the ground, looking like it was going to directly separate his body and head.

But at this moment, Fang Senyan, who was curled up on the ground, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the sharp and icy blade!

Immediately, a layer of light blue ice appeared on his palm and was rapidly凝结! But the blade could only cut into half of the flesh of his palm, and then it seemed to be welded in place, making it difficult to move forward!

The patient wolf, finally bares its fierce fangs!!