" "Crazy fire extinguished, you..."
Zheng Hehui breathed a sigh of relief and took off the Nuan mask, preparing to tell the crew to send Guangxia for a rest when she slightly raised her eyebrows and asked, "What kind of eyes are you looking at?"
In an instant when her gaze swept over, the crew members with weak legs turned pale and collapsed on the ground directly, bowed their heads and dared not to look at her, Monkey, four fingers and so on are trembling with fear, almost peeing their pants.
What's going on?
Zheng Hehui looked at the old Wen.
"Wen Feng?"
Old Wen felt a searing pain in his chest. Upon hearing the name, he staggered, supporting himself with one hand on the monkey beside him. The wound on his hand burst open and blood flowed out, but he managed to stay standing.
His face turned pale, and he took a deep breath, "It's nothing, Big Sister... powerful."
How could there be such a Nuan dance in the world?
After putting on the mask, Zheng He seemed to be a different person. Right under their eyes, she jumped directly into the crazy fire, grabbing Guangxia's scalp and spinning around him.
Guangxia let out a painful moan as he was thrown to the ground by Zheng He, who didn't show any signs of stopping. She picked up Guangxia's body, holding his head with one hand and swinging her arm to smash him onto the ground.
One after another, again and again...
The snow-white Nuan mask slowly stained with blood.
Old Wen couldn't quite decide whether it would be better for him to be burned to death by the crazy fire, or to be smashed to death by Zheng He like this.
It wasn't until Guangxia coughed up a mouthful of blood in the scorching flames that Zheng Hehui stopped her actions. She spread her arms and bent down, like a demon absorbing qi, lying on top of Guangxia, through the bloody snow-white Nuan mask, breathing deeply like an animal. The fiery flame in Guangxia's body flowed into Zheng Hehui's body at an alarming speed.
Hiccup—
After absorbing all the crazy fire, Zheng Hehui released her grip and stood up. Guangxia's body slammed heavily onto the ground, and Zheng Hehui let out a loud and satisfying burp.
All crew members' minds simultaneously popped up a common sense:
The monster of misfortune, fond of eating crazy fire.
How could she be so bold to ask them why they looked at her like that after removing her mask?
Doesn't she know how terrifying she is herself?
Muttering the Silent Treatise in his heart, he thought to himself that this person was also his master. The boat hadn't yet docked, and he still had use for him. He needed to protect these brothers, and the evil spirit wouldn't kill him right now.
Old Wen really felt that this trip out at sea, he would at least lose twenty pounds.
He gathered his courage and said, "The brothers rarely see such a scene. Big Sister is so formidable that it's beyond our comprehension. We are short-sighted, and we sincerely apologize to Big Sister for our lack of understanding."
It seems that this world is quite simple when it comes to driving out the crazy fire. Zheng He raised an eyebrow, ready to speak modestly, when the crew's scream echoed in her ear again.
Ahh!
Old Wen and Monkey jumped to Zheng He's back immediately.
"Big Sister, save me!"
Old Wen looked at the monkey with disdain. He and the Big Sister had a blood pact, which made him one of her people. So why did the monkey run and hide behind him?
The monkey, with a servile expression, pointed to the middle of the deck and said, "I knew that Guangxia must have upset some kind of diabolical spirit. Big Sister, look! He really couldn't hide it anymore!"
His finger pointed directly ahead, and Guangxia's body was twisted, his abdomen swelling to the size of a basketball. The thin flesh, already thin, was pushed by what was inside, leaving only a thin layer that would explode upon touching.
At the same time, footsteps echoed from a distance, and crew members climbed up from the lower deck and approached this side.
"Fat Ying! Don't go over there, it's dangerous!"
Old Wen reached out to stop them from proceeding further, but the crew members, one by one, subdued their breathing and eyes, passing by them without looking aside.
"You guys are deaf!"
Old Wen shouted at their backs, but they only walked faster.
What's going on?
Old Wen was somewhat dissatisfied and slapped the shoulder of the last crew member.
All the crew members stopped simultaneously.
The hairs on the back of Old Wen's neck stood on end. He had only called out to one person, so why would these few people stop together?
Zheng He picked up Old Wen's collar and dragged him backward with all her might, trying to keep as much distance as possible from those crew members.
"Everyone, stay away from the deck and go back to their cabins!"
Where Old Wen's bloodstained handprint was left, Fat Ying's shoulder split open without any warning, exposing flesh and blood. An arm extended from the torn flesh, tearing through his clothes and emerging from the spot he had touched.
Zheng He's pupil suddenly contracted. On the arm, there were moving, greenish-gray scales, which shone with a sinister luster under the sunlight.
The arm that emerged from the shoulder grew longer and longer, far exceeding the normal arm span of humans. It was like a large snake, wrapping around the bulging belly of Guangxia, extending its tongue from its palm and greedily lapping up the thin stomach skin that had been stretched thin.
As if there was something delicious inside.
Not only did Fat Ying's shoulder sprout arms, but other people's bodies also grew arms from strange places. The four crew members quickly stacked together and began to arrange and combine themselves in strange ways.
These arms growing out from the depths of the bodies were definitely not human arms. They were sharp, thick, spiky, forged like iron, and sharp like blades. In the end, they formed a monster with eight legs, four heads, and eight eyes that crawled around on the deck.
The four heads were lying on Guangxia's body. Zheng He pulled Old Wen and the monkey to turn and run, kicking open the cabin door and then locking the door securely.
Zheng Dangwu is still inside the cabin.
She didn't look back as she rushed towards her room, ready to take Zheng Dangwu away.
Old Wen's teeth chattered, and he bit down on his tongue to prevent himself from being frightened into weakness, pressing a brass switch on the helm.
"Big Sister, the protective array of Jiaomu Jiao requires both of us to press it down simultaneously to take effect!"
Huh?
Guardian array?
Looking at Old Wen's resolute expression, Zheng He didn't have time to think too much. In his memory, there was something like this. He stopped in his tracks and immediately turned to pull down the brass switch together with him.
The instant the palms of the two were lowered, Old Wen's blood flowed down and the brass switch glowed slightly.
Hum—
After a loud but not piercing hum, the Jiaomu Jiao sail retracted, and all the cabins closed simultaneously. A faint blue film covered the windows and doors of the cabins, preventing things outside from entering and things inside from escaping.
The front window of the cabin was covered with a thick blue film. Zheng He saw the eight-legged monster following them to the cabin and about to charge in when it collided with the guardian array and was bounced away to a place they couldn't see.
This magic is so effective?
Why didn't the golden large carps come out when they did?
Zheng He let out a long breath, "Does the ship have any kind of killing array that can deal with the monster outside?"
Old Wen's face turned ugly as he drove the Jiaomu Jiao across the sea at high speed.
Their last resort was to contact the Immortal Gate dormitory and send a message for those immortals to come and deal with it. But Zheng He was still alive, and he had not yet obtained Lao Qiu's elixir. Was this trip out at sea going to end in vain?
He was unwilling to give up.
The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he was.
Old Wen's eyes were red, and his mind was in turmoil. He looked at the once azure sea of the Jiaomu Jiao, and he didn't care about the eight-legged monster. He even didn't mind becoming a dog for the evil spirit!
He just wanted to know, what could he do to return!
A cold hand grabbed Old Wen's arm, making him shudder and lift his head.
"You're too confused to pilot the Jiaomu Jiao. Get out of the way, let me take over."
Zheng He calmly looked at Old Wen.
Looking at this murderer who killed himself.
A thin spider silk slithered in from the crack between the wooden boards on the ceiling behind them, silently swaying towards Zheng He's nape with the waves of the Jiaomu Jiao.
