"Ah!!!" Hozelke shouted and shot at the broken bulkhead, "Go to die!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Gunshots rang out.

The broken wooden boards were scattered on the ground, but there was no movement behind the boards. Hozlk could feel something peeking at him in the dark void, like a poisonous snake behind him.

Hozelke's Dragon Meaning - Perception spreads forward and wants to check the situation behind the bulkhead, but the perception result makes him fall into fear. His perception is blocked by something in the dark! The only thing that can block the power of the Dragon Clan is the power of the Dragon Clan. The unknown gives people infinite fear. After Hozelke's investigation failed, his hand holding the gun trembled slightly. Although he tried hard to control it, he had no choice but to use this fear.

In the darkness, Hozlk curled up in the corner of the cabin, behind a large bookcase. Although his perception was blocked by unknown forces, he could feel that a creature was slowly approaching him.

He could even hear the creature's footsteps and heavy breathing. However, the creature didn't seem to want to kill him immediately, but walked back behind the bookcase like a cat playing with a mouse.

Hozelke was tense and his eyes were staring at the darkness beside the bookcase. But he could see nothing, and the darkness wrapped around him. He felt a wave of dizziness coming, which was a sign of excessive blood loss. If he was allowed to continue like this, he would die of excessive blood loss in less than half an hour.

"You can't die in the hands of such dirty creatures!" Hozelke made up his mind, but his own hands were trembling so much that he couldn't hold the gun. His heart was full of struggle, and his desire for life made him unable to take action to end his life.

On the other side of the bookcase, the unknown creature seemed to smell the bloody smell brought by Hozelke's breathing, and the slight sound of footsteps slowly came to the bookcase.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, Hozelke made up his mind to point the pistol in his hand at his head.

Click!

This is the sound of the trigger of the pistol being pulled, but the imaginary loud noise did not sound.

No bullets!

Hozilke fired eight shots when the bulkhead was broken! He thought he had fired only seven shots. The dizziness caused by the blood loss made him unable to control himself.

But this was no longer important to Hozlk. The high tension and excessive blood loss made him lose consciousness the moment he pulled the trigger and leaned against the bulkhead.

Next to the bookcase, a black shadow turned around and stared at the unconscious person in front of him...

More than a hundred miles away from the fishing boats, a camp that was so simple that it could not be more simple was built. The reason why the camp was said to be simple is that except for three large tents, there was only one stove burning solid alcohol.

"Eric!" the long-haired man shouted into a tent. "Take out the third ammunition!"

The long-haired man who was shouting was the leader of the Truth Academy in this dragon domain.

The psychologist bearded Eric on the fishing boat moved out a half-person-high black suitcase from the tent. The suitcase was placed on the ground and shook the dust on the ground. It can be seen that the suitcase weighs at least four or five hundred kilograms. Eric looked relaxed and his eyes flashed with golden flames, as if these four or five hundred kilograms were very simple for him.

"Here, you only know the password, but the permissions are for all of us. Are you sure you want to use this? Shafulin."

Eric no longer had the voluptuous appearance he had on the boat before, and warned the long-haired man with a serious look on his face.

Sha Fulin, the leader of the long-haired team, gritted his teeth and made up his mind, "Yes, we must use this, otherwise we will not be able to pass the lair of the Dragon Blood Hidden Bat, let alone find the place where the Dragon King recovers."

Shafulin reached his hand to the suitcase, but did not open it immediately. He turned to look at the other ten people. When they arrived, they had more than forty people, but now there were only thirteen left.

"Although I am the leader and have mastered the password of this alone, we share our rights. Let's start the vote now, will it be enabled?" Shafulin looked around and, with the faint light of the alcohol stove, as a dragon descendant, he could see everyone's expressions clearly. After Shafulin finished speaking, he raised his hand to agree. "One vote."

A gleam in Eric's eyes was emitted, but it quickly went out. He looked at Shafulin quietly, but did not move. He objected.

After thinking about it, the other eleven people made their own decisions one after another.

Shafulin looked around again and said hoarsely: "Seven votes agree, six votes against it. The decision is passed and the number 3 ammunition is activated immediately!"

The golden light in Eric's eyes suddenly lit up, like two small suns rising in the darkness. But he didn't say anything, but waited for Shafulin to open the suitcase where the No. 3 ammunition was located.

Shafulin took his hand back from the suitcase and drew a cross on his chest. He turned out to be a Christian, a Christian dragon descendant.

Eric said to him impatiently: "If you want to drive, hurry up and slow down. Your God cannot bless you, otherwise he would have killed all the dragon clan."

Shafulin was not angered by Eric's ridicule. He had long been accustomed to Eric's various poisonous tongues.

There are three password roller sets on the half-person-high suitcase, corresponding to three passwords. Shafulin opened three password locks in sequence in sequence. With the sound of mechanical gear collision, the last lock on the suitcase was unbuttoned.

He reached forward and opened the opening on the side of the suitcase. A cylindrical metal container that was one meter tall and half a meter in diameter appeared in front of everyone.

Shafulin picked up the cylindrical container, carried it out of the box and placed it carefully on the flat ground. Even through the thick insulation layer, Shafulin felt the deep chill conveyed from the cylindrical container.

This was not just the outlier of the cold air generated by the freezing inside, but Shafulin even felt that his soul was almost frozen. At this moment, he even had a little doubt whether it was correct to use No. 3 ammunition.

However, he immediately left this idea behind him. Since he decided to use No. 3 ammunition, he had no reason to give up.

Eric seemed to see through Shafulin's heart, and persuaded again in a heavy tone: "Shafulin, it's still time to look back now. If you think about it, no one knows the consequences of using No. 3 ammunition, and this has never happened in the history of the House of Truth!"

Eric's persuasion seemed to have some magic to tempt Shafulin, asking him to give up using ammunition No. 3. If you look closely at Eric's eyes, you will find that the golden flames in his eyes were beating violently, which was a sign of Long Yi's activation.

Long Yi - The imperial edict! Mobilize!

The Black Sea Hanging Coffin is about to end, and the past chapters and main text are closely related, so please do not read them as two stories.
Chapter completed!