The carpenter took away the axe in the sailor's hand, and he let out a sigh of relief immediately. When he turned around and saw it was Zheng He, he was frightened again, stumbled backwards a few steps, and his whole body was trembling. "Big sister! I... I held it up properly!"
Zheng He nodded, examining the unremarkable axe in his hand.
Is this the weapon that killed the original host?
The ship had clearly mentioned that no iron items were allowed on board, and all the crew knew this. However, why would the axe, which he had just regained consciousness, fall into the sea?
She weighed the axe in her hand, looked up at the sore crew member and asked, "Fat Ying, do you know why I've punished you?"
Fat Ying isn't actually fat; he's called Fat Ying because the kid has a special liking for fatty meat.
Upon hearing this, Fat Ying shook, "It's not me!"
"Big sister! I really didn't throw the axe down! I remember all the ship's rules!"
"I don't know how this axe ended up in the sea either!"
Zheng He shook the axe and placed the handle on Fat Ying's unconscious neck, "Don't be scared!"
Fat Ying could feel the cold fingers lightly pressing against his skin. He wasn't sure if it was just an illusion, but he felt as though the arm was alive, scratching him like a kitten at that moment.
Zheng He swallowed the pearl, and an unusual sensation surged through her body. She felt as though her hand had an inexplicable connection with this axe, a feeling so mystical and profound that for a moment, she was reluctant to let go of the axe.
"Since you remember my rules, why did you act last night!"
At the moment she swallowed the pearl, the palm that was only lightly resting on Fat Ying's neck suddenly developed sharp nails. It clenched into a fist and tightly squeezed Fat Ying's neck, with its long nails biting into the flesh, almost cutting off his breath.
He wanted to say something, but he couldn't get a word out. He felt his life was in danger, his spirit shattered, and he rolled his eyes before passing out.
Zheng He picked up the axe and furrowed her brow as she looked down at the unconscious Fat Ying on the ground.
Mysterious.
At last, she realized that the people on the ship probably no longer treated her as a person, but rather as a madwoman.
Will go crazy on the street, the kind that even the worms passing by would like to pull out and chop half of them.
Is it necessary?
What a cowardly behavior!
She just waved the axe around for a moment, right?
Zheng He dragged Fat Ying to a corner and weighed the axe, which was as responsive as an extension of her arm.
It seems to be ordinary.
