Such speculation caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.
In the raging storm, Verdu saw a pile of gravel flying diagonally in front of him, revealing a huge boulder buried beneath them.
The surface of the boulder is criss-crossed with deep cracks, giving people the feeling that it will crack if touched.
By this time, the strong wind had calmed down quite a bit, but the heavy rain was still brewing.
Verdu thought that he had already arrived at Bansi Port and could not be scared away, so he mustered up the courage and approached the boulder covered with charred cracks.
He then took out a magnifying glass with a strange pattern engraved on the handle and carefully inspected the condition of the boulder.
Seven or eight minutes later, Verdu put away the magnifying glass that was a magical item and sighed with regret and frustration.
He has initially confirmed that there is nothing wrong with this boulder and it does not involve mysticism.
Just as Verdu was about to retract his gaze and prepare to leave, he suddenly saw a little bright red at the junction of the bottom of the boulder and the soil.
The bright red gradually expanded, like gurgling blood.
However, it did not infest too much and was confined to a small area.
The two blood-red figures in the ruins of the telegraph office flashed through Verdu’s mind, and his scalp felt uncontrollably tingling.
His lips dried up quickly, and he intuitively thought that this was not a good thing.
After swallowing again, Verdu raised his right hand and created a gust of wind again, causing many microscopic gravels to roll over, completely filling the bottom of the boulder, covering up the bright red color.
He didn’t stay here anymore, and forced himself to start “teleportation” again, heading to the last planned destination.
This time, one of his ribs was broken again, and the pain was so painful that he almost fainted.
Coupled with the suffocation caused by space compression, Verdu felt like he was hovering on the edge of death.
It took him dozens of seconds to regain his composure and cast his gaze forward.
The place is also in ruins, with collapsed houses covering the overgrown ground.
According to a pirate who once explored the ruins of Bansi, there is an item worth studying:
It is a very ordinary wooden door, but it is the only thing in Banxi that is still well preserved.
The pirate couldn’t find anything special about the wooden door, so he asked his men to lift it and try to move it back to the ship.
However, they had only taken two steps when they suddenly fell down, their heads dragging their spines away from their bodies and rolling to the side.
This frightened the pirate. He did not dare to stay any longer and led the remaining crew members to escape in a hurry.
Verdu did not completely believe the story told by the other party. Although he did not do much at sea, he also knew that sailors loved to brag and always exaggerated things that were only two or t