At this time, Marshall felt something pushing his foot up. When he looked down, he found that it was a dolphin. After the support was provided under his feet, his physical energy consumption was also reduced a lot.

I really came to save people... It should be the arrangement of the Hell movie. After all, after leaving the Burning Sea, the ghost ship disappeared. For the Hell movie, which can control the lives of the actors at will, there is no need to deliberately set up such a situation of mortality. If I guess correctly, maybe I will encounter a fishing boat in a short while. 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, with brightly lit and very prosperous on the long coastline.

A fishing boat discovered Marshall and rescued him.

"Are you okay?" asked the old fisherman with a bearded with concern.

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

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

The stars were bright at night, and Marshall lay on the fishing boat like this. After he was rescued, the dolphin jumped and left, as if very happy.

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

The old fisherman quickly brought a glass of water. The container of the water was very worn and had a stinking smell.

Marshall frowned, not refusing, but did not drink it, but just held the water cup in his hand.

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

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

"My friend also fell into the sea. Can you save him?" After Marshall finished speaking, he placed the water cup in front of his mouth. Then he coughed a few times, and at the same time let go of his hand, letting the cup fall to the ground, and all the water in the cup was spilled out.

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

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

Seeing that Marshall's face was better than before, the old fisherman didn't say much, took an old clothes for Marshall, and then controlled his fishing boat to start returning.

In the rhythm of the slight shaking of the fishing boat left and right, Marshall felt drowsy and would soon be defeated by sleepiness.

He pressed his left thumb with his left hand to make himself feel a little more awake. Although it was not very effective, it was also very good in terms of the current situation.

Then, Marshall closed his right eye, and his left eye was also half-closed. His body was motionless. Unless he observed carefully, he would definitely think that he had fallen asleep. After two minutes, he closed his left eye again, and his right eye became half-closed. He alternated like this, leaving himself in a state of slow sleep. As long as there was any movement, he would wake up quickly.

About half an hour later, Marshall found a pair of hands groping in his clothes.

"Ji, just a mess? What's the use of this thing? I don't know how to write." The old fisherman's voice came into Marshall's ears. Marshall woke up, but he still maintained his previous posture without any movement.

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

He touched Marshall's body, but only found two silver coins. These two silver coins were placed on Marshall a long time ago, and he almost forgot about it.

"Forget it, it's better than nothing." The old fisherman's disgusting voice came into Marshall's ears, "Let's throw it down, I'm sleeping so damn. Why are the people who have fallen into the water recently so poor?"

Immediately afterwards, Marshall felt that the old fisherman was holding him and planned to throw himself out of the fishing boat.

"This could have been exchanged for ten gold coins." Marshall grabbed the edge of the ship.

"Yo, are you awake?" The old fisherman was a little surprised, but was not panicked.

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

"Just breaking, can you exchange ten gold coins? Do you think I'm an idiot?" The old fisherman spitted.

"Hmph, that's why you have always been a fisherman." Marshall chuckled. Although he had woken up, his physical weakness could not be compensated for in a short period of time. He has no weapons now, and his opponents are also fishermen who often engage in physical labor. Moreover, from what the fisherman said just now, Marshall also learned that the other party often does this kind of thing. Judging from the old fisherman's method of searching things, he is very skilled in doing this kind of thing, and his psychological burden must be gone.

"Is that right? If you haven't woken up, I will throw you into the sea. Now, in order not to let others save you, I'd better kill you first and then throw it down." The old fisherman let go of his hands holding Marshall.

"What's the hurry? If you kill me, you can get ten gold coins? If I don't tell you, this book will be broken forever, and even a silver coin can't be exchanged." Taking advantage of this opportunity, Marshall adjusted his posture. He stood up and turned to look at the fisherman. The other party took an iron stick out 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 chase you all the time and wait until you die before leaving." The old fisherman laughed viciously.

"Look at my clothes, why do I lie to you? You just want money, and I want to live for a while. As long as you hand over this manuscript to the right person, ten gold coins are the lowest reward, and even twenty are not necessarily given to you. But except that person, if you hand over to the rest of the people, you will only be ridiculed by others, and... maybe it will cause trouble." Marshall looked around and wanted to find a weapon he could use now.

The old fisherman put his hands on his chest, as if he was thinking about Marshall's words carefully. He lowered his head for two seconds, then shook his head, "Forget it, I'd rather not. There was someone who lied to me like this before, and I almost let him escape. You didn't drink the water I gave you just now. It looked even smarter than that person. There must be a conspiracy here."

After saying that, the old fisherman held up an iron rod and hit Marshall down. Marshall raised his left hand to resist. The pain completely disappeared, but the feeling of powerlessness on his body became even worse, and it was very difficult to stand.

"Then you eat fish all your life!" Marshall shouted, and grabbed the wooden board beside him and threw it forward. However, the force was too weak and it did not pose any threat to the old fisherman.

His words seemed to anger the old fisherman, who rushed forward and smashed the iron rod directly into his head.

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Chapter completed!