At this time, Marshall felt his feet being pushed up by something. When he looked down, he found that it was a dolphin. With the support under his feet, his physical exertion was also reduced a lot.

He really came to save people... It should be the arrangement of the hell movie. After all, the ghost ship disappeared after leaving the Burning Sea. For a hell movie that can control the lives of actors at will, there is no need to deliberately set up such a certain death situation.

, if my guess is right, maybe I will encounter a fishing boat before long. Marshall thought to himself.

He looked down and saw that half of his body had left the sea and was gradually moving in a certain direction.

In this way, Marshall soon saw the coastline. The long coastline was brightly lit and very prosperous.

A fishing boat found Marshall and rescued him.

"Are you okay?" the old fisherman with a beard asked concernedly.

"Is there any water?" Although he was extremely tired, Marshall still didn't dare to fall asleep like this.

"Wait a minute..." The old fisherman left for a while.

The starry sky was bright at night, and Marshall was lying on the fishing boat like this. After he was rescued, the dolphins jumped away and seemed very happy.

He clenched his fists, feeling a sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body.

The old fisherman quickly brought a glass of water over. The container containing the water was very old and smelly.

Marshall frowned and didn't refuse, but he didn't drink either. He just took the water glass in his hand.

"Where is this?" Marshall's voice was very weak.

"Leviathan." The old fisherman spoke with a strong accent, but Marshall still heard it clearly.

"My friend also fell into the sea, can you save him?" After Marshall finished speaking, he put the water glass in front of his mouth, then he coughed a few times, let go of his hand, and let the glass fall to the ground.

All the water was spilled out.

"You look very weak, I'll take you back to the shore first." The old fisherman picked up the water glass, "Do you still want it?"

"No, thank you." Marshall smiled and sat up.

After seeing that Marshall's face looked better than before, the old fisherman didn't say much, gave Marshall an old piece of clothing, and then controlled his fishing boat to start returning.

As the fishing boat rocked slightly from side to side, Marshall felt drowsy and would soon be overcome by sleepiness.

He pressed his left thumb on his philtrum to wake himself up a little. Although it didn't have much effect, it was pretty good considering the current situation.

Then, Marshall closed his right eye, and his left eye was also half-closed. His body was motionless. Unless you observed carefully, you would think that he had fallen asleep. After two minutes, he closed himself again.

His left eye and right eye became half-closed, alternating like this, keeping himself in a state of slow-phase sleep. As long as there was any disturbance, he would wake up quickly.

About half an hour later, Marshall found a pair of hands fumbling with his clothes.

"Hey, it's just a broken book? What's the use of this thing? I don't know how to read." The old fisherman's voice reached Marshall's ears, and Marshall woke up, but he still maintained his previous posture.

No action.

Then, the old fisherman's hand reached out to Marshall again.

He touched Marshall's body all over, but only found two silver coins. These two silver coins were placed on Marshall's body a long time ago, and he had almost forgotten about them.

"Forget it, it's better than nothing." The old fisherman's disgusted voice reached Marshall's ears, "Throw it down and forget it. It's such a terrible sleep. Why are all the people who have fallen into the water recently so poor?"

Immediately afterwards, Marshall felt the old fisherman hugging him and planning to throw him out of the fishing boat.

"This book can be exchanged for ten gold coins." Marshall grabbed the edge of the boat.

"Hey, you're awake?" The old fisherman was a little surprised, but not panicked.

Although the old fisherman told Marshall to keep the fishing boat close to the coastline, in fact, he did not do so. Instead, he drove the fishing boat to a more remote sea area where basically no fishermen would come.

"This shabby book can be exchanged for ten gold coins. Do you think I'm an idiot?" The old fisherman spat.

"Humph, that's why you have always been a fisherman." Marshall chuckled. Although he had woken up, his physical weakness could not be made up for in a short time. He now has no weapons, and the opponents he faces often engage in

A fisherman who works hard, and from what the fisherman said just now, Marshall also learned that the other party often does this kind of thing. Judging from the way the old fisherman searches for things, he is very skilled in doing this kind of thing, and the psychological burden must be gone.

"Really? If you don't wake up, I will throw you into the sea directly. Now, in order to prevent others from saving you, I'd better kill you first and then throw you into the sea." The old fisherman released his hands holding Marshall.

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"Why are you so anxious? You can get ten gold coins if you kill me? If I don't tell you, this broken book will always be just a broken book, and you won't be able to exchange it for even one silver coin." Taking this opportunity, Marshall adjusted his posture.

, he stood up and turned to look at the fisherman, who took out an iron rod from somewhere.

"You want to lie to me and then run away? Let me tell you, even if you jump into the sea, you can't escape. I will keep chasing you and wait until you are dead before leaving." The old fisherman laughed viciously.

"Look at my clothes, why should I lie to you? You just want money, and I want to live a little longer. As long as you give this manuscript to the right person, ten gold coins is just the minimum reward."

, even giving you twenty coins is not necessarily necessary, but except for that person, if you give it to anyone else, you will only be laughed at by others, and... maybe it will cause trouble." Marshall looked around and thought.

Find a weapon that you can use now.

The old fisherman crossed his arms and seemed to be thinking carefully about Marshall's words. He lowered his head and thought for two seconds, then shook his head, "Forget it, I still don't want it. Someone lied to me like this before, and I almost let him run away.

You didn't drink the water I gave you just now. You look smarter than that person. There must be a conspiracy in this."

After finishing speaking, the old fisherman held up the iron rod with both hands and struck Marshall down. Marshall raised his left hand to resist. The pain completely made him feel sleepy, but the feeling of weakness in his body became more serious, and it was very difficult to even stand.

"Then you will eat fish for the rest of your life!" Marshall shouted, grabbing the wooden board beside him and throwing it forward, but the force was too weak and did not pose any threat to the old fisherman.
Chapter completed!