Chapter 1339 Exploration

Verdu subconsciously swallowed his saliva, creating an indescribable sense of fear.

He didn't know what he was afraid of. He clearly had no substantial danger, but a drop of liquid from an unknown source fell from a high place, which made his spine chill and his pores tighten.

Perhaps the environment here is too gloomy and dead, or perhaps the identity and source of the liquid are unknown...Wildu moved out two steps cautiously and began to observe patiently.

In the next few minutes, no more abnormalities occurred here, and no more liquid fell from the heights.

This made Verdu reasonably suspect that just a bird passed by, holding a sea fish or freshwater fish in the stream on the island, and a slightly viscous liquid fell down on the surface of the fish.

He calmed down and checked the situation of the ruins of the Telegram Bureau.

Nearly ten minutes have passed, and Verdu has initially confirmed that there are only blood-colored traces and simple murals here are related to mysticism, which is worth studying.

Instead of recklessly picking up the bloody mural and rubbing the strange murals, he took out a pure and dreamy crystal ball from his clothes pocket.

As an astrologer, of course, he has to use the best means to confirm whether he wants to take action.

Holding the crystal ball in his left hand and stroking his right hand above, Verdu entered astrological state.

The next second, the crystal ball burst into bright light.

Bang!

It exploded directly, throwing the debris around.

...Wildu's eyes were frozen and he stood there, ignoring the pain caused by the fragments being inserted into his body.

It exploded...it actually exploded...he muttered to himself in a low voice with difficulty.

The fragments of the crystal ball inserted into his body did not seem to break through the classical robe, and they fell down one after another without any blood.

Of course, there were a small amount of crystal ball fragments left on Verdu’s jaw and face, creating one small wound after another.

who?Verdu suddenly woke up and turned to look to the other side.

In the ruins opposite, a figure walked out. It was the slightly exposed girl on the pirate ship.

She was originally hiding well and was not discovered by Verdu, but the explosion of the crystal ball just now scared her, causing her to react excessively and obviously, resulting in a failed sneak.

Wildu's injured face suddenly twisted a little:

Why are you here?

The girl raised her mouth and made a gesture of indifferent:

This is Banxi Port, not your home, why can't I be here?

I felt bored, so I got off the boat and took a walk, hoping to pick up some jewelry in the ruins. Is there no problem?

She asked a few questions in a row, without any intention of staying away from Verdu.

Without arguing with her, Vildu took out the pre-prepared ointment and medical alcohol, dealt with the injuries on his face and jaw, and put all the fragments of the pulled crystal ball back into his clothes pocket.

He didn't want his blood to stay in such a strange place.

Then, Vildura took a decoration on the classical robe.

It is a door-shaped pattern composed of three rubies, three emeralds and three diamonds.

Almost instantly, the robe tightened suddenly, making the flesh on Verdu's body stand out one by one.

Just as Verdu's bones were about to break, his figure gradually faded and disappeared.

Then, he teleported to the seaside peak outside Bansy Harbor.

The mountain has also collapsed and has become a ruin made of rocks.

As far as Vildu knows, this was once a place where the residents of Bansy worshiped the God of Weather, and it was also the key target of the Storm Church.

After the Crystal Ball reminded him with self-explosion, Bansy Telegraph Office was hiding unknown dangers, Verdu dared not continue to explore there, collecting occult materials, and could only forcefully transfer to the next scheduled location.

And this also allowed him to get rid of the girl's stalking.

As soon as Verdu's figure emerged, he bent down his back and gasped there, feeling that he had finally recovered from his suffocation state.

At the same time, Verdu felt a stinging pain in his right rib, as if a bone had been broken.

After taking several deep breaths in a row, he endured the pain, walked a few steps forward with sweat on his forehead, and arrived at the altar marked on the map.

There is no doubt that the altar has been destroyed, leaving only a huge vitrified pothole that is slightly charred, and is scattered around it with gravel of different shapes.

Those gravels have more or less traces of fire and lightning.

After looking around, Virdu Abraham raised his right hand and raised his sleeves.

The sound of whimpering wind suddenly appeared, and some small gravel was pushed away from the original place, revealing the ground they blocked.

This is the wind blowing technique of the master of tricks, which Verdu uses to replace his own manual labor and ensure his own safety to the greatest extent.

As the gravel flew away, Verdu saw the same charred ground, some areas with a small amount of very incomplete patterns, patterns and symbols left behind.

Wow!

The wind became more and more intense, surging in Verdu's ears, making him look up at the sky in surprise.

The wind that could only blow small gravel turned into a hurricane at some point, which made him shaking a little.

Veldu immediately saw thick clouds gathering at high altitude, and it seemed that a storm was about to come.

Although he had heard that Bansy was a weather museum, he never thought that the change would come so suddenly.

For a moment, Verdu wondered if his windbreaking technique caused a storm, or the cleaning of the altar ruins just now inspired some change.

Such speculation quickly made his forehead sweat.

As the storm raged, Verdu saw a pile of gravel flying up diagonally in front of him, revealing a huge rock buried below them.

The surface of the huge rock was intertwined with deep cracks, giving people the feeling that they would crack as soon as they touched it.

At this time, the strong wind calmed down a lot and the heavy rain was still brewing.

Wildu thought that he had arrived at Port Bansy and could not be scared away just like this, so he mustered up the courage to approach the huge rock covered with charred cracks.

He then took out a magnifying glass with a strange pattern engraved with the handle, and carefully checked the condition of the boulder.

Seven or eight minutes later, Verdu put away the magnifying glass of the magical object and sighed with regret and frustration.

He has initially confirmed that there is no problem with this boulder and does not involve any mystery.

Wildhu was about to withdraw his gaze and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a little bright red oozing from the bottom of the rock at the intersection with the soil.

The bright red gradually expanded, like blood scattered.

However, it did not infect much and was confined to a very small area.

The two blood-red traces of human figures flashed in the ruins of the Telegraph Bureau in the instant, and the scalp was numb and numb.

His lips were drying quickly, and he intuitively thought it wasn't a good thing.

After swallowing again, Verdu raised his right hand and created another gust of wind, causing many micro gravels to roll over, completely filling the bottom of the boulder, covering up the bright red that was oozing out.

He did not stop here anymore, and forced himself to start teleport again and head to the last target location in his reservation.

This time, another broken rib was so painful that he was about to faint.

Coupled with the suffocation brought by space compression, Verdu felt like he was wandering on the edge of death.

It took him tens of seconds to slow down and set his eyes forward.

There is also a ruin here, with collapsed houses covering the overgrown ground.

According to a pirate who had explored the ruins of Bansy, here is an item worth studying:

It is a very ordinary wooden door, but it is the only thing that is well preserved in the whole Bansey.

The pirate failed to find anything special in this wooden door, so he asked his men to lift it up and try to move it back to the ship.

However, after only two steps, they suddenly fell down, dragging their heads on their spine, leaving their bodies, and rolling to the side.

This scared the pirate. He dared not stop anymore and led the remaining crew to escape in a hurry.

Wildurdo did not fully believe the story he told. Although he didn't do much at sea, he also knew that sailors loved bragging and always exaggerated the matter of only two or three points to eleven or two points.

However, even if that was a bragging, Verdu thought that wooden door was worth studying.

After some search, he found the target:

The ordinary-looking wooden door leaned against a collapsed wall with brass-colored keyholes and handles.

There are no corpses around it, nor are there any bloodstains, which are consistent with most parts of the ruins.

Sure enough, hehe, maybe the pirate heard about this wooden door from other places. He and his men did not dare to try to carry it... Verdu looked around and suddenly said:

who?

Why monitor me?

He actually didn't find anyone around him, but just used words and reactions to deceive possible monitors based on previous experiences and lessons.

The next second, a middle-aged man with a raised belly walked out in a shadow.

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

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

According to the information he received, no matter which side the wooden door was pushed, it would not bring unusual changes, and there would be no danger if it did not try to move.

After thinking for a few seconds, Verdu retracted his hand back into his sleeve robe, used a classical robe to make gloves, and pulled down the wooden door.

The wooden door followed, and the surrounding area was quiet.

Veldu immediately pushed the wooden door like he opened the door normally, but he still couldn't see any change.

He tried many other methods, but none of them could make the wooden door show abnormality. It seemed that it was really just because it was too lucky to be preserved in full under the city-destroying attack of the Storm Church.

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

He thought about it and tried to open the door again.

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

After hearing the slight clicking of metal collision, Verdu pushed forward, letting the wooden door spread backwards, leaning back against the collapsed and broken wall.

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

There was a looming street and rows of houses in the fog.

Outside one of the houses, wooden signs appear to be inlaid with several Ruenwen words:

Bansey Port Telegraph Office.

While Vildu's pupils dilated, a gentle voice came from the telegraph office, shrouded in a faint mist:

Are you here to shoot the telegram?

Please come in.