The sound of the wind became shrill, squeezing through the gaps between more and more sunken ships.
Originally there was no wind in the bloody sea, but as the sunken ships jumped out of the water one by one, the turbulent seawater stirred the air, just like a pot boiling, and the water vapor evaporated and jumped.
One after another, ugly and tattered sunken ships covered with shells slowly but firmly surrounded them. The large and small holes in the ship's body were like the eyes of a devil, staring at the guy who disturbed the peace.
"There are shipwrecks ahead, too," a sailor cried out.
"There are also left and right sides."
"It's over, we're going to die."
...
Fear, despair, and hysteria spread on the ship. People were running on the deck, shouting, and looking at Ran Peng on the bow at a loss. Ran Peng's face was ashen. This was the first time he encountered such a situation in the sea of blood.
"Go forward at full speed and kill these dead things." Ran Peng shouted loudly. He felt a little ridiculous as soon as he said the words. These ships and the people on them were already dead, so how could he kill them?
The formation on the ship started to move. Under Ran Peng's control, the ship kept changing directions, trying to find a way out. He didn't dare to dive into the water. There were countless strange ships waiting for him there.
But not long after, even Ran Peng became a little desperate. There were sunken ships all around, big, small, religious, and shepherd's, forming a circle of ship walls, blocking his boat inside.
Wu Gen ran to the bow of the ship, holding a tailbone in his hand, looking around for a location with fewer sunken ships. He had no choice but to use the last blow from his tailbone to blast out a passage to escape. As for whether it will be blocked again later, it can only depend on God's will.
Yang Zheng was squatting on the bow of the boat in pain, holding his hair with both hands. If you want to blame me today, it's my own stupidity that caused such a big disaster.
"Is there any way?" Ran Peng looked at Wu Gen hopefully. From just now, Wu Gen kept looking around at the sea surface, which rekindled a glimmer of hope for him who was already discouraged.
Wu Gen turned his head and stared at the opponent, "I can only send out one blow. It's up to God how many sunken ships I can destroy. The sea is too big. Wait for me to launch it later. Don't be stingy with the spirit jade and rush out with all your strength."
"Okay, no problem." Ran Peng regained some confidence again and shouted towards the ship, "Get in position, howl whatever you want, the spirit jade is ready, we will watch Wu Gen's signal later and rush out together. "
Following his voice, the ship became quieter, and the sailors all turned their attention to Wu Gen.
Feeling the gaze behind him, Wu Gen felt the pressure on his body increase suddenly, and opened his eyes wide to search for any gaps in the sunken ship. But after looking at it for a long time, even he felt a little desperate. There were too many sunken ships, and the formation was very thick no matter which direction it was, stretching for an unknown number of miles.
Moreover, these ships are all warships, and their hulls are much larger than the ship under their feet. Although it has been rotting in the sea for many years, if your ship hits another ship at random, it may be dragged down and you will be unable to escape.
No matter what, let's give it a try, we can't just sit here and wait for death, Wu Gen thought to himself, pointing his tailbone in one place.
Suddenly, a distant horn sound sounded from afar, like a voice in a dream, passing through the long years, through the gloomy sea fog, and over the forest of sunken ships, and fell on Wu Gen's heart.
Wu Gen's eyes suddenly widened, he clutched his tailbone with both hands, and looked towards the source of the sound. This voice was so unfamiliar yet so familiar, and it suddenly made Wu Gen's heartstrings tremble.
Click, click, click, a dull sound of crushing and impact came, and the formation of the sunken ship was a little panicked. Some hurriedly sank into the water, and some fled elsewhere indiscriminately, just like a group of sheep encountering a vicious wolf.
"What's wrong?" Ran Peng looked at Wu Gen nervously. He was ready to go, but suddenly stopped, and then there was a commotion on the sunken ship opposite.
"Did you hear the sound of the horn?" Wu Gen looked nervously into the distance, moving quickly on the ship, searching for the owner of the sound.
"What kind of horn?" Ran Peng followed behind him strangely. Looking at Wu Gen's expression, he couldn't help but become nervous.
From the day he boarded the ship, he discovered that although Wu Gen was young, he had a very calm mind. He had never seen him behave so carelessly.
Even after asking several people, no one heard the sound of the trumpet. Only then did Wu Gen realize that the sound of the horn was only heard by him and sounded only for himself.
Raging waves arose on the sea, and as the last layer of sunken ships in front of them disappeared, on the foggy sea, a huge ship came cutting through the waves, crushing any sunken ship in front of it that dared to block it.
The ship is completely black, with a circular ring on the tall mast. The hull of the boat was in tatters, with large and small mottled scars on it. Just like a soldier who had returned from a hundred battles, he dragged his body and staggered towards Wu Gen.
With the appearance of this black ship, the sunken ships on the sea fled in all directions. Soon, no one stopped on the sea anymore, only pieces of broken planks were left drifting with the current.
The boat stopped quietly a hundred feet away in front of Wu Gen. The sound of the horn became softer, and the waves lingered and lingered, as if a hand was gently caressing Wu Gen's body and mind.
The misty and gentle voice, whispering in a low voice, lingering with endless thoughts, made Wu Gen feel an unknown emotion in his heart. Wu Gen murmured in his mouth and stretched out his hand, but tears flowed down unconsciously.
I had seen this ship before, in the abandoned desert. We had been separated for many years, but today we met again in the sea of blood. This feeling and scene are like long-lost relatives, choking on words and looking at each other with tears in their eyes.
Suddenly, Wu Gen threw the tailbone in his hand, jumped into the sea and ran towards the black ship. Everyone on the boat rushed to the side of the boat and watched a figure running towards the strange ship without hesitation.
Somehow, a strange thought came to everyone's mind. That was not a ship, but a sane creature.
Wu Gen tried his best to run on the sea, with only one thought in his mind: get on the boat.
Seeing Wu Gen running towards him, the ship moved backwards, and a rushing sound sounded in his mind, as if to block Wu Gen's arrival.
"Why?" Wu Gen shouted angrily, and stepped faster.
As he got closer and closer to the ship, Wu Gen found that his body was floating more and more, and his blood energy was rushing out like a river bursting its banks. Even the golden body method could not stop it. The body became a little blurred, and there were faint spots of light escaping, just like a dry firewood burning in the flames.
His consciousness has become a little blurry, and everything has become blurry, blending into a red, as if submerged into the depths of the sea of blood. Strong pressure came, and Wu Gen felt that his body was crumbling and might fall apart in the next moment.
There was a strange sound on the black ship, and the jade pendant Wu Gen had been wearing on his chest burst out with a faint light, covering Wu Gen's whole body. The blood was no longer lost, and the body that was about to collapse gradually recovered. Wu Gen's body fell to the sea.
A gentle force slowly lifted Wu Gen up and rocked him gently like a cradle. With difficulty, he turned his head to look at the black ship, and an intermittent consciousness entered his mind.
Go to Zhuoguang Mountain.
Zhuoguang Mountain, where is it? Wu Gen shouted in his heart, but he got no response. Hei Chuanchuan repeated the three words "Zhuo Guangshan" over and over again.
Where is it? Wu Gen muttered and gradually passed out.
The invisible force supported Wu Gen and slowly sent him back to his ship, where he was gently placed on the deck. The people on the boat looked at the scene in front of them in horror, hesitating whether to step forward.
A figure ran over and Zhuo Ke threw himself in front of Wu Gen with Xiao Ba still hanging on his back. With tears in his eyes, he lifted Wu Gen up, desperately caressed his chest, and shouted over and over again.
The black ship in the distance floats on the sea, watching silently. Suddenly, the bow of the black ship raised high and dived fiercely into the water. Even if they don't know why it behaves like this, everyone on the ship knows that the black ship is angry.
Huge waves appeared on the water, dull sounds came one after another, and broken boards and broken masts continued to float on the water.
"Let's go." Yang Zheng shouted at Ran Peng, who was still staring at the water, "Get out of here quickly."
"Oh." Ran Peng woke up from his dream and quickly called his men, running forward desperately and leaving this sea area full of wreckage. Listening to the rumbling sound behind them, everyone on the boat looked pale and had not yet recovered from the shock.
"Quick, quick, save people first." Yang Zheng ran towards Wu Gen, "If something happens to him, we will all be buried with him."
This sentence woke everyone up, feeling the constant vibrations under their feet, and they all had lingering fears. If Wu Gen fell, given the nature of that strange ship, it would be strange if everyone on the ship would be slaughtered.
He hurriedly sent Wu Gen back to the cabin. Seeing his condition, he didn't know what medicine to take, so he had to put the increasingly precious wine on the ship in front of the bed. Zhuo Ke stayed in front of Wu Gen and kept wiping Wu Gen's forehead. Even Yang Zheng couldn't intervene.
"Who is Wu Gen?" In the captain's cabin, Ran Peng stared at Yang Zheng with a serious face.
"Hey." Yang Zheng, who was thinking about something, was startled and screamed. He accidentally pulled off a few strands of his beard. I don't know how many he had pulled off today, making the long beard under his chin much sparser.
"How do I know who he is? I met him in Dayi Continent. I thought this man was capable of causing trouble and being friendly, so I tried every means to lure him out of the Zhao Kingdom, hoping to add some trouble to the divine religion. I never thought he had so many things hidden in him."
Ran Peng fell silent and stared blankly at the floor, as if he would be able to find gold if he stared for a long time. "You really want to fight against the cult, even if you die."
"There is no need to ask this question again." Yang Zheng couldn't help but laugh.
"You were once a member of the Divine Cult, right? Why did you do this?" Ran Peng raised his head, his eyes dim.
Yang Zheng moved his body so that he could sit more comfortably, "Why? Let me think about it. There is family feud, national hatred, or family affection. Anyway, I just don't like the divine religion, so I just do it."
I originally wanted to say something about saving the people from fire and water, or not being afraid of power, but when my words came to my mouth, I changed my words. The cult killed his own father, and that was enough. As for Wu Gen, unless he wants to die of old age on the Holy Mountain, he can only embark on this road of redemption with little hope.
There was another long silence, and Ran Peng hesitated for a long time before he spoke, "Otherwise I will join you." After thinking for a while, he quickly added: "I am not good at anything, but I am still good at sailing. You must come back sooner or later. With my help, traveling by sea will be easier."
Yang Zheng looked at the other party strangely, as if he was meeting Ran Peng for the first time, "Didn't you say that it would be better to jump into the sea and die if you fight against the divine religion? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
"I'm very good at water, so I won't necessarily die if I jump into the sea. It's better to choose a more difficult way to die." Ran Peng blinked.
"Yeah."
"Yes."
Hahaha, hearty laughter suddenly erupted in the captain's room.
Late at night, the boat was moored quietly on the sea, gently swaying with the current.
In the dark cabin, the candle flame flickered slightly as it lingered on. Wu Gen opened his eyes and looked at Zhuo Ke who was sleeping soundly in front of the bed. He stood up and gently hugged him on the bed, covering him with a thin quilt.
The young man fell into a deep sleep, smacked his lips a few times and then fell asleep again. Wu Gen picked the wick, and the room suddenly became much brighter. He gently patted Xiao Ba who was awakened, turned around and walked out of the hatch, and carefully closed the door.
Walking to the bow of the ship, Wu Gen sat down and looked at the sky quietly.
There was silence everywhere, the moisture of the sea soaked in and climbed up to the bow of the ship, brewing a sentimental atmosphere. On the black sky, countless stars broke through the night sky and poked their heads out. The stars are reflected on the sea surface, covered with a layer of broken gold.
After watching for an unknown amount of time, Wu Gen suddenly heard the sound of paddling. He looked down and saw that the reflections of the stars turned into thousands of paper lanterns and spread across the dark sea.
A small boat shuttled among the paper lanterns, slowly approaching from a distance. The white lantern on the bow swayed gently in the wind, illuminating a corpse on the boat.
