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

It's really here to save people... It should be the arrangement of the **** movie. After all, after leaving the burning sea, the ghost ship disappeared. For **** movies that can control the lives of actors at will, there is no need to deliberately set up such a mortal situation. , If I guess right, maybe I will meet a fishing boat soon. Marshall thought.

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 quickly 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 caringly.

"Is there any water?" Although his body was extremely tired, Marshall still did not dare to fall asleep like this.

"Wait..." 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 leaped away and seemed very happy.

He squeezed a fist, and a sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body.

The old fisherman quickly brought a glass of water over. The water container was very old and had a bad smell.

Marshall frowned, did not refuse, but did not drink either, just took the water glass in his hand.

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

"Leviathan." The old fisherman had a heavy accent, but Marshall still heard clearly.

"My friend also fell into the sea, can you save him?" Marshall put the water glass in front of his mouth after speaking, and then he coughed a few times, and at the same time let go of his hand and let the glass fall to the ground. All the water was spilled out.

"You look weak, I will send you back to the shore first." The old fisherman picked up the water glass. "Do you want more?"

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

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

In the rhythm of the fishing boat swaying slightly from side to side, Marshall felt groggy and would soon be overwhelmed by drowsiness.

He pressed his thumb with his left thumb to make himself a little more awake. Although it didn't help much, it was pretty good as far as the current situation is concerned.

Then, Marshall closed his right eye, and his left eye was half-closed. His body remained motionless. Unless he was carefully observed, he would definitely think he was asleep. After two minutes, he closed his left eye again, and his right eye became half-closed. Alternately, he kept 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 that one of his hands was groping for his clothes.

"Hey, just a broken book? What use do I want this thing for? I don't know how to read." The old fisherman's voice came into Marshall's ears, Marshall woke up, but he still maintained his previous posture. There is no action.

Then the old fisherman extended his hand to Marshall.

He touched Marshall's body once, but only found two silver coins, which Marshall put on him a long time ago, he almost forgot.

"Forget it, it's better than nothing." The old fisherman's disgusting voice came into Marshall's ears, "Throw it down, forget it, sleep really dead, why are the people who have fallen into the water recently so poor?"

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

"This book can be exchanged for ten gold coins." Marshall grabbed the ship's edge.

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

Although the old fisherman told Marshall to let 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 fisherman would come.

"Just this broken book, you can still exchange ten gold coins, are you an idiot?" The old fisherman spit.

"Humph, that's why you have always been a fisherman." Marshall chuckled lightly. Although he has woken up, his physical weakness cannot be compensated for in a short time. He has no weapons now, and the opponent he faces is also a fisherman who is often engaged in manual 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 search methods, he does this kind of thing. Very skilled, the psychological burden is definitely gone.

"Really? If you don't wake up, I will just throw you into the sea. Now, in order not to let others save you, I'll kill you first and then throw it down." The old fisherman loosened his hands holding Marshall. .

"What's the rush? Kill me and you will have ten gold coins? If I don't tell you, this broken book will always be a broken book, even if a silver coin can't be exchanged." Taking this opportunity, Marshall adjusted his posture. , He stood up, turned his head and looked at the fisherman, who took an iron rod out of nowhere.

"You want to lie to me and run away? I tell you, even if you jump into the sea, you can't escape. I will keep chasing you and leave after you die." The old fisherman gave a vicious smile.

"Look at my clothes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Why should I lie to you? You just want money, and I want to live longer. As long as you give this manuscript to the right person, ten A gold coin is just the lowest reward, even if you give you twenty, it is not necessarily true, but if you give it to the rest of the person except that person, you will only be laughed at by others, and...maybe it will cause trouble." Marshall I looked around, looking for a weapon that I could use now.

The old fisherman put his hands on his chest and seemed to be thinking carefully about what Marshall said. He lowered his head for two seconds, then shook his head, "Forget it, I don't want it anymore. There was someone who lied to me before, and I almost let him run away. You don’t drink the water I gave you just now. You seem to be smarter than that person. There must be a conspiracy in it."

After speaking, the old fisherman struck Marshall with an iron rod in both hands. Marshall raised his left hand to resist. The pain made his sleepiness disappear completely, but his weakness was more serious, and it was very difficult to even stand.

"Then you will eat fish for the rest of your life!" Marshall shouted, and at the same time grabbed the wooden board beside him and threw it forward, but his strength was too weak to pose any threat to the old fisherman.

His words seemed to anger the old fisherman, who rushed forward, and this time the iron rod hit him directly on the head.