The boss's low tone seemed to be accompanied by the sound of waves, and it sounded softly in my ears.

I felt like I was on a calm sea. A bright moon in the distance was amazingly large and floating on the calm water surface, but I could not reflect a single reflection.

A scarred sea ship, like a warrior who had experienced a bloody battle, was singing a rude and brave war song, staring with bloodshot eyes, alerting to step into this water.

On the back of the sea, a ship full of skeletons was sailing against the back of the sea. Their empty and decadent mouths were wide open, but they could not make any sound, as quiet as a little unclean shadow in this world.

But all this was not noticed by the sea ship. The fearless warrior still rushed to the destination firmly until the Siren Siren, whose torso and whose face was covered with rugged scales, inadvertently acted as a dolphin, jumping out of the water to guide them. But what came from their intertwined beast teeth was a tune of death and a bell to kill him.

This threat did not scare the warriors at sea, because what they expected was never the stability of setting foot on land. Those who had never been determined to die in this ocean would not be able to board this humble ship that was destined to shine for thousands of years.

But someone's face suddenly appeared, and gradually became pale, exaggerated, and twisted, as if he was wearing a playful and crude clown mask on his face. That expression soon became a trend and spread unstoppable on the ship.

The captain seemed to have an invisible kind man, emitting inferior masks in the crowd, and everyone's expressions were neatly arranged so that their hair stood up, waiting for a matte yellow satin to cover the clumsy work.

That amazing panic was supposed to be able to blend with the monsters, but it caused another wave.

The skeletons on the back of the sea ship began to stir up, jumping down from the hanging ship in full arms, and when it was about to come out of the water, it turned into rotten bone powder, as if the real air was a sensation of sulfuric acid to them.

The thin and rugged siren who were leading the bow of the ship burst out the most amazing screams, and the loud sounds of vomiting and mocking sounds gradually mixed in the waves of loud voices. The Siren siren had already exhaled all the air in his cheeks and lungs, and he still plucked up his courage, using blood as a sound tool, and resolutely went to death.

That feeling is as if death is the liberation.

The next moment, the desperate scene ended with the Siren Siren sinking into the deep sea. The whole world fell into silence again, and only the huge moon floating on the water coldly witnessed the scene just now.

At this time, a laugh came from the sea.

That kind of laughter is mean, cruel, cunning, and decisive, and does not belong to any kind of creature on the ground. Perhaps only a dead whale that has never seen the sunlight under the deep sea will make such a vicious laugh at the existence on the water.

But then, a louder laughter sounded...

The sound is ignorant, blind, absurd, crazy, and each syllable alone is disgusting. It combines together to form a mad tune of the madman's music, which permeates the heaven and earth, tortures the nerves of every listener.

The entire ship was filled with a twisted mask-like expression, and only one person was standing at the bow of the ship, with a determined look in confrontation with the world and everything in the world, trying his best to suppress all unclean existences.

The laughter showed no sign of disappearing, but became more and more intense, and the floating moon and the dark starry sky trembled slightly with the strange laughter, and she was hilarious.

Finally, the person at the bow heard it. The sound did not belong to any creature or any dead object. These concrete existences could never transcend the limitations in front of them and achieve this purity.

The foolish, blind, absurd, and crazy laughing is the sea under the ship that carries all things and circulates the sun and the moon.

The sea has fallen into madness.

…………

not good!

Strange knowledge has increased!

Why did my boss say that I had hallucinations?

Not only did he connect all the weird stories in Boss Dart's mouth, but he also arranged an amazing role for Zach!

Impossible... Calm down and think, a stupid fool like him can at most defeat the enemy by relying on the rocket header, right?

What's more...

This level of mental pollution cannot do anything to me!

Compared with the ghost pollution I received in my dreams every night, I am far from enough!

"Boss, your ghost story is becoming more and more proficient. Two sentences are enough for me to write into a novel." I praised from the bottom of my heart.

Boss Dart took away the empty plate in front of me expressionlessly: "Who told you to interrupt you all the time, I forgot what I was going to say. I originally wanted to tell you that your body is too fragile, so I should go and exercise."

Boss Dart walked into the kitchen, and the sound came out continuously.

"I originally thought that you could carry the big wine barrels from Dick's house at will, and you should have extraordinary physical fitness. But just checked and found that your musculoskeletons had no trace of exercise, and were even weaker than ordinary people, just like..."

It's like a dead otaku who updates 20,000 words a day, right?

"Boss, there is no need to describe it, I can understand."

"...I really don't know how you did it. But I still recommend that you learn seafarers' exercise skills from Zach, which can at least improve your body's toughness."

Speaking of exercise, I had a flash of inspiration and remembered another strange person...

"Boss, how are I studying with Gray? I always feel that I will become stupid..."

"Don't be too ambitious. Gray is not something you can learn... Forget it, I advise you not to listen, so just pretend I have never said it. Just don't come over crying after being injured next time."

Of course I know what the boss means. As a farmer, if you don’t even have a strong physique, you will not be able to do this job well.

As a profession that requires resilience and will, the nature of seafarers is the most similar to the heavy and boring work of the pasture, and the experience is convenient for me to refer to.

But I am different. I have not relied on my real skills to run a farm. I rely on the colonist system to cheat me. Without the colonist system, I don’t even know how to turn over the land.

For example, I still have two seeds on my hand, namely green pepper and cabbage, but because I was not on the colonists' system list, I could not issue a seed order and put it on the shelf.

A rancher like me who is seriously skewed in science has nothing to do with her physical fitness. Without the assistance of the system, I don’t know if there is a way to improve quickly or unknown. It’s really not worth my waste of time.

But when it comes to Gray, I wonder what is special about this kid? What the boss meant is that I can’t learn his training method?
Chapter completed!