Pirate's Swamp Fruit

The Black Snake docked slowly on the shore of the island, and a group of people got off the ship. .Mobile version https:

Ah Xin and dozens of crew members stayed on the Black Snake while repairing the ship.

Claire, Bacon, Eve and ten other crew members followed Wilde onto the island.

The place where the boat docked was an uninhabited gravel beach. A few dozen meters ahead was a thorny jungle with a height of more than ten meters, and there were huge stones.

Wilder and his party walked through the dense forest for ten minutes, and a small town appeared in front of them.

The moment they stepped into the town, a strange atmosphere appeared in everyone's hearts.

"call"

A gust of wind blew, and the fallen leaves on the street were blown up and rolled up a few times before falling to a farther place.

silent

The whole town presents a dilapidated scene.

There were not many people on the straight street, and most of the houses and shops on both sides were closed, only a few opened their doors, and there was no one inside.

Streets made of gray-white bricks and gray-white houses have a decaying smell that permeates the air.

Wilder paused, and his sharp eyes scanned the street and the houses on both sides. After a while, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he regained his composure, took steps, and continued walking forward.

In a blink of an eye, the eyes became wider, and a huge square appeared, with a stone sculpture of a fountain standing in the middle, and a dozen residents scattered around sitting or standing in the square.

With ragged clothes and a skinny body, he looked no different from a beggar.

The appearance of Wilder and others attracted the attention of these town residents. Some people's eyes looked over, and their coldness and excitement flashed away.

"There's something wrong with these people." Bacon said in a low voice.

"It's not hard to see." Wilder's tall body stood upright, his eyes swept over those people, and he grinned.

"Someone is coming." Claire said, everyone looked at it, and saw an old woman with a hunched body and an old face slowly walking over, holding a pottery bowl with a hole in her hand.

"Young man, can you give me something to eat?" The old woman came to Wilder, raised her head, looked up at Wilder, and said in a hoarse voice.

The others behind him fell silent, and secretly glanced at Wilder.

Wilder remained expressionless from the beginning to the end, but quietly looked down at the old woman who stood less than half a meter away from him, who was as thin as a child, without speaking.

"Okay young man, I haven't eaten anything for two days." Seeing that Wilder didn't respond, the old woman continued to pray.

Wilder still stood upright, silent, and only looked down at the old woman with his eyes. It wasn't cold, but he didn't have any pity, just like stagnant water, without waves.

The people behind them reacted differently.

Bacon was calm for a rare moment, without opening his mouth to speak.

Eve remains indifferent.

Only Claire seemed hesitant to speak.

Seeming to have noticed something, Wilde's eyes moved back slightly, and then continued to stare at the old woman.

The old woman's praying look became more intense.

The two pairs of eyes stared at each other for a long time

Wilder said indifferently, "Not good."

"Boss" Claire's cautious voice sounded.

Before the words were spoken, Wilder had already turned his head. There was no emotion in his eyes, only coldness and indifference.

His eyes fell on her face, and cold words without any emotion came out of Wilder's mouth, "I'm very disappointed in you Claire."

When Claire heard this, her body trembled slightly. She raised her head and met those eyes. Her body and mind seemed to be close to ice and snow, and she had never felt colder before.

The pupils trembled slightly, Claire lowered her head, and said with a little fear in her voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't"

"Remember that we are not kind people. Kind-hearted people will naturally do good things." After interrupting Claire, Wilder said calmly. Wilder withdrew his gaze and his expression returned to calm.

After finishing speaking, Wilder took a step and passed by the old woman.

Turning her head back slightly, she cast a sideways glance at the old woman. The old woman's body froze for a moment, and she just stood there motionless.

Yves and Bacon silently followed Wilder's footsteps. Claire looked at Wilder's back, her eyes were slightly red, she sniffed, and hurriedly followed.

After Wilde and the others left, the old woman's pitiful appearance no longer existed, her expression was ferocious, and her eyes were viciously looking at the direction Wilde and the others left.

Kindness

Wilder does not deny that kind people can reap good fruits at certain times, provided that the seeds also have the nature of kindness.

Otherwise, what you reap may not be good fruits, but bad fruits.

That old woman was obviously not a good fruit, and the vague bloody aura on her body couldn't escape his knowledge.

Claire didn't have judgment, and Wilder didn't blame her. What really concerned him was that she didn't choose to remain silent like Bacon and the others.

Along the way, Claire tried to get close to Wilder, who sometimes glanced at it and couldn't help but feel amused.

Claire looked like a child who had made a mistake, following closely behind her parents with her head down, her anxious and cautious appearance was exactly the same.

Across the square, a newspaper swayed on the dusty road, a gust of wind blew by, and the dust slid down to Wilder's feet.

Wilder picked it up and took a look. The date in the newspaper was relatively old.

"A newspaper from forty years ago," Wilder said with a meaningful smile, his eyes thoughtful.

After glancing at the contents of the newspaper, the smile on Wilder's face became even stronger. He folded the newspaper and put his eyes on a house on the corner of the street.

The dimly lit signboard had the words Xiaojia Tavern and Hostel written on it. The door of the shop was a double door with only a middle section. It was also opened to the outside at this time, revealing the same dim light inside.

"It seems that I can have a comfortable place to sleep tonight." Wilder smiled and walked towards the hostel first.

Xiaojia Tavern Hostel, worthy of the name, is a tavern hostel, which is a hostel where you can drink and live.

"Welcome." The wind chime at the door was touched and made a light and pleasant sound. In the bar of the tavern, someone who didn't know whether it was the boss or the staff raised his head and looked at Wilder and his party with a friendly smile.

Different from the shade outside the street, walking into the tavern, a warm feeling rushes towards you.

The tavern is not big, with a few scattered tables, and there are no customers in the store.

Wilder walked to the bar, smiled at the people inside, took off the big robe behind him, and placed it on the bar.

"What would this guest like to drink?" the person at the bar asked, his eyes narrowing into crescent moons.

"Whatever, as long as it's drinkable."

Pirate's Swamp Fruit

Pirate's Swamp Fruit