Chapter 87: Arm

　　 "Charles stepped on his feet with all his strength and pushed James toward the outside, but he just couldn't get down.
"Let me go!!" Charles exhausted all his strength and jumped up, slammed on the soles of James' feet. The sound of tearing flesh sounded, and the flesh of James' waist was scraped off and rushed directly. Get out.
　　 Charles also rushed out with James, but the moment he appeared, the exit suddenly closed and Charles's left arm was stuck tightly.
　　 Charles, gritted his teeth, stepped on the wall with his feet, pulling desperately, but couldn't get it off.
　　 James did not leave, floating on the side grabbing Charles' waist and pulling hard.
　　 Charles patted him, pointed at the water, but the big man shook his head vigorously.
　　 At this moment, Charles felt the water around him start to rush, and he felt the island begin to descend rapidly.
　　 Feeling the increasing pressure around him, Charles knew that if he didn't make a choice, the water pressure could kill him.
　　 His heart was crossed, and he took out the black blade and slashed hard along the wall.
　　 Scarlet blood spurted from the fracture, and the speed of the two people finally stopped.
　　 When Charles subconsciously cast a glance towards the underwater darkness, he was shocked to find that not only an island was sinking.
　　 More than a dozen of the same islands also declined rapidly,
And at the bottom of them, Charles vaguely saw a group of creeping darkness. The darkness was huge. The island that was trapped in them before was only the size of an index finger in front of it. It is impossible to say that the island is its index finger?
　　 He suddenly realized that these islands are all one, and they are all part of the darkness.
　　 "Huh!" A huge scarlet eye appeared in the squirming darkness. Then came two and three.
　　 The murmur in his ear sounded again, and Charles immediately closed his eyes and tried his best to follow James quickly upstream.
　　 On the deck, the wet and trembling crew members looked toward the water anxiously, and their captain and chief engineer had not yet come up.
　　 Lily ran from left to right, then from right to left, standing on the edge of the boat, tears rolling in her eyes.
　　 "What should I do if something happens to Mr. Charles? Where should I go? No, Mr. Charles must be fine, he is so great! He must be fine!"
　　 Just when it was anxious to cry, suddenly saw Charles and James lift each other to the surface, Lily jumped down excitedly.
　　 Following the ladder, the two men with unusually ugly faces finally returned to the deck.
　　 "Captain, your hand—" All the crew immediately noticed Charles' empty left arm.
　　 Looking at his crew, Charles opened his mouth with an unusually ugly face and just opened his mouth to say something, and a large pool of scarlet blood spurted out of his mouth.
　　 At the same time, James also knelt on one knee next to him, showing the same symptoms.
　　 Everyone who saw this scene was shocked and quickly found the doctor.
　　 The doctor quickly checked the body of the two of them later and was relieved. "It's okay. It's just ascending too fast from the water and getting decompression sickness. You guys, send them to the medical room I arranged. I want to treat them."
　　In a white medical room, all kinds of bitter medicine were poured down, and Charles felt that the lungs could not breathe much better.
　　 James, who enjoyed the same treatment, also lay beside him.
　　 Looking at Charles' empty left arm, James has a pained expression on his face.
　　 "Captain, sorry, if it wasn't for me—"
　　 "You don't have to apologize. I gave you the relic, and I let you use it. You didn't do anything wrong with this thing." Charles interrupted him.
　　 Watching his broken arm, Charles had a lot of thoughts in his mind. Is the life of others important? Or is one arm important?
　　 Charles quickly had his own answer. If he wants to accomplish his goal, it is impossible to do it alone. He must have a crew of people who share his difficulties.
　　 As for an arm, as long as you can get out of this place, the price is worth it.
　　 And when he thought that if James died, he would personally deliver the news to his wife, Charles suddenly felt that he had chosen the right choice.
　　 "It's okay, only one hand is missing. It's not love." Richard complained in his mind.
　　 Charles shook his head and slowly closed his eyes to rest, his mind was a little tired.
With a chime, the doctor opened the door and walked straight to Charles, his expression very impatient. "Did you see something again? Why did your mental pollution become more serious?"
　　 "Inadvertently glanced, that island seems to be a limb of something."
　　 "Do you not understand the rules of the earth and the sea? You look around everywhere, and one day you will be killed by yourself." The doctor finished with a disgusting face, and handed over a cup of black potion.
　　 Charles took his head up and poured it out, and the metallic smell instantly filled his mouth. But the groggy feeling in his head is much better.
Charles, who was much better, was not busy taking a rest. He put the iron cup on the wooden cabinet next to him and said to the doctor: "Thank you, please call the first mate. I have something to do. ask him."
　　 Various signs indicate that the bandage is very familiar with this place. He not only knows the location of the exit, but also knows the way to restrain torture, and he is also immune to the effect of the maze to prevent being pulled into the wall.
　　 But in this way, contradictions arise. If he knows that this place is dangerous, why not notify everyone in advance? If he wanted to send all the crew in, why did he work so hard to rescue him in the end?
　　 The silent chief mate quickly appeared at the door, facing Charles's question, he shook his head slowly.
　　 "I... I don't know... I seem to have been here... and I have lived there for a long time... I only remembered when I saw you all appear on the wall..."
　　 "Then can you remember why you can resist being pulled into the wall? And I'm still very surprised. It was also on the first island. Those monsters that can devour memories obviously caught you, so why did they let you go."
　　 This time, the bandage finally answered.
　　 He unwrapped the bandage on his back, and painted a magic circle formed by complicated text with dark purple potion on his tattooed back.
　　 Those distorted text seemed to move, and Charles felt dizzy after only looking at it for a short while.
　　 "There should be protection from this thing... Don't ask me... where it came from... I forgot..."
　　 Charles didn't plan to ask any more, I guess he didn't remember the last answer.
　　 "Do you think the tattoo on his body has any clues?" Richard offered an idea.
　　 Charles cast his eyes on the tattoo on the inner bandage.