Chapter 28:
Qi Huan felt a headache.
"What the hell, are you saying that this thing is still trying to communicate with you with the same ghost calls as the old man did that day? Then what did you hear after you stayed there for a long time?"
Bai Ya is very serious.
"I can hear what he's saying, but we really can't understand it. They can't speak human language, so it's useless to force him."
"You're big..."
Unknowingly, the firelight all around had dimmed.
A strong force from under his feet knocked Qi Huan over violently. He staggered and sat down on the ground, not knowing what happened; his body jumped up spontaneously, adjusting his balance, and then his eyes glanced to the side and saw Jun Aoyan lying on his side on the ground. He was startled, then relaxed, and saw her getting up while holding on to the ground. And a figure jumped out with the bright sword light, chasing the weird black figure in front of him that was already running into the distance.
Qi Huan grinned and rubbed his butt, ignoring the messy talisman array at his feet, staggering over and helping Jun Aoyan up. Her wound had not healed, and now there was a bump, and the dark, filthy mucus oozed out. The two people stood up and happened to see a splash of water bursting out of the sea water not far away. Bai Ya followed closely behind him, his footsteps not stopping for a moment, pursuing the Yaksha without any hesitation, and plunged into the sea with a sharp knife.
"This, this...hey - Lao Bai..."
Qi Huan gave up his strength halfway through shouting. He was already underwater and there was no point in shouting. He hesitantly glanced at the rippling sea surface, then looked at Jun Aoyan's pale face, and finally had no choice but to stamp his feet.
"I am coming too."
Jun Aoyan clutched Mo Dao with sand between her teeth. She had been "bah bah bah" for most of the day and still hadn't vomited completely. Qi Huan quickly held her down and advised her:
"Let's, don't go and make trouble. Look at you, you are so injured and you still dare to go into the water. Besides, this knife is so heavy, can you still come back up after going down? Don't take risks, you have three advantages and two disadvantages, we can't do anything about it. Let the court know. If Bai wants to pursue you, just let him go. He must have his own sense of discretion, okay?"
Jun Aoyan weighed his words and felt that they made some sense. This knife is indeed too heavy. If it is just thrown into the sea, the last thoughts of my father will be gone. To be honest, she really didn't have confidence that she would be able to get her father back during this trip. Saying goodbye to the knife so hastily was not something she wanted to happen. Moreover, it is self-evidently difficult to fight underwater with such a heavy knife. Thinking about it this way, I hope nothing unexpected happens to Bai Ya.
Bai Ya didn't hear the shouting behind him at all. The water distorted the light, and the sound was muffled by the thick blanket of water. He took a quick breath in his chest, his eyes fixed on the ghostly figure moving quickly in front of him. He quickly put the knives back on his waist as he entered the water, now they were heavy on his back, like a mountain.
Too fast - this was his most intuitive and frightening feeling. Jun Aoyan's Mo Dao must be impossible for anyone to catch up with. That thing acts as an anchor in the water and is used for dipping pig cages.
The fleeing Yaksha's behavior in the water can be described as "like a fish in water". This is not completely different from the ability to move on land, but it is indeed two different things. Once Bai Ya gets close, he will slither and float closer to the water, and then escape when he gets close. This behavior seems to be tempting Bai Ya to swim further into the sea. If so, this strategy is undoubtedly effective. Bai Ya was dazzled by the shimmering and changing light. Every time he felt that something was close at hand, he would miss it due to the confusion of vision. In another blink of an eye, the aquatic monster escaped for a long distance. All the efforts just now were in vain, and the chase cycle repeated again and again.
The only good thing was that when he got close to the water, he had a chance to pop his head out and take a quick breath. The distance between him and Yaksha did not shorten much, nor did it widen further. The two fell into a delicate balance, and the chase became a tug-of-war. After a while, he felt his vision become dim. The first thing he noticed was the tightness in his chest, and then he suddenly realized that they had not gone up to the sea for a while.
It's like Yaksha doesn't need air at all. His trajectory was still erratic, moving here and there, as if he was running around aimlessly because he was being closely pursued. But at this time, Bai Ya calmed down and paid attention, and finally discovered that it was diving downwards. Every time it changed direction, it went deeper into the sea. The sea water was so astringent that his eyes hurt. Bai Ya tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, firmly remembering the location where it escaped. Then he rushed towards the water surface and took a deep breath. Aiming at the direction that had been firmly burned into his eyes and into his mind, he plunged into the water again, just like the tip of his knife plunged into Yaksha's leg not long ago.
He was startled to notice that the light had dimmed. It's not because of his lack of oxygen, but because this area seems to be a corner abandoned by light. Not much light can penetrate into the sea water, and the situation here is more serious than in most places. His blurred vision could only see the human-sized, high-speed moving shadow, which was no longer much darker than the surrounding seawater.
The deeper he dived, the more invisible resistance and pressure Bai Ya felt. The force majeure brought by the deep water oppressed him from all directions, pushed him, hindered his progress, and seemed to keep him there forever. In the deep sea. Yasha's advantage is increasing, he is still fast and agile, as flexible as dancing in the air.
For no reason, Bai Ya remembered the scene described by the old man who believed in the sea god: the yakshas in the sea seemed to be floating in the sky...
Suddenly the darkness became more solid. The ear canal filled with water was compressing the eardrum to the point of numbness. At this moment, a high-speed vibrating sound was approaching, and many high-pitched screams came towards him. Yakshas, all Yakshas, more and more entities with darker colors emerged from the dark sea water. Their cries were like a part of the sea, unimpaired by the sea water, and pierced towards him clearly, harshly and sharply. It makes people's hair stand on end.
Who is the bait? Who needs bait? Bai Ya felt a little ridiculous, but couldn't laugh out loud. The old man said that Yasha's communication is an invisible and intangible way. They may have agreed on a plan long ago, sent a sentry to inquire about the situation, and then lured the enemy deeper. Fortunately, Qi Huan and Jun Aoyan probably didn't come after them, and he was the only one in trouble. It's better this way. He can let go and not have to worry about the two oil bottles.
A Yaksha rushed toward him like an arrow. Bai Ya didn't hesitate for a moment and quickly drew his knife to fight against it. The pressure and resistance of the water were beyond imagination, and the weapon in his hand became several times heavier. He exerted force in his hands and quickly transferred his spiritual power to the blade, just as naturally as it was concentrated on any part of his body. This may be the affinity effect of his blood when forging the knife. Only these two knives were more handy than any weapon he had ever used.
The high temperature instantly covers the blade, and all the water that comes into contact with it vaporizes instantly, turning into countless fine bubbles floating up. The weapon seemed to have no resistance in this thin layer of air, just as light as on the shore. He quickly cut off the Yaksha's hand, clutched the short soldier's claws and fell deeper into the sea. The yaksha feels pain, and pain leads to anger. He roared, bared his teeth and claws, signaling to his companions not to let this abominable human go. At that moment, Bai Ya heard his hysterical screams - yes, it was a scream.
Like a person, but not a person. The sound was similar to other beasts on land, but this was not the reason for Bai Ya's surprise. He was shocked that the sound Yasha made was real, as if it was traveling through the air. In water, people usually only hear onomatopoeia such as "Gululu" rather than something with actual content. He was sure that this was definitely not an auditory hallucination or tinnitus caused by the pain in his eardrums, but some kind of real language. But the sound only increased his pain. Immediately afterwards, a large number of Yashas swarmed forward, and they all shouted and shouted, like hundreds of charging warriors shouting their own slogans. It's just that this is a language he doesn't understand, rather than a "sound" he doesn't understand like on the shore.
Before this strong sense of oppression completely overwhelmed Bai Ya, he decisively stopped his forward momentum. Turning around and running may sound disgraceful, but sometimes it is the wisest decision. But he dived too deep, too far from shore.
The deafening shouts seemed to have faded a little. Perhaps the threat Bai Ya could pose to their tribe did not require them to send more force. Just these few are enough, too much. Fortunately, he hadn't gone too far into Yasha's territory. After swimming for a while, the light returned to his field of vision, but the coast was still far away. Yasha, who had already advanced, pounced on him, and he had to slow down his swimming movements and pull out his knife to block. In the territory of these sea creatures, the lethality of this magical weapon made by impermanence cannot be underestimated. But this consumes too much spiritual energy, and Bai Ya's physical and mental strength do not allow him to attack to a greater extent. The strength of the resistance was greatly weakened, and he had to conserve his strength to return to shore as quickly as possible. Now, he could almost understand why the dull villagers regarded these guys as the messengers of Poseidon. Their posture underwater is too elegant and carefree, and they are almost invincible.
He can see light, but only to a limited extent. He had dived such a long distance before. Have you traveled a third of the way back? Maybe less, it was hard for him to estimate. At this time, his ankle tightened, and Yaksha grabbed him, trying to drown him here. His vision went black for a while, and waving the weapon in the water intensified the consumption of physical strength and oxygen. Bai Ya gritted his teeth and slashed the knife in his hand to the skinny arm at his feet. His vision was black and white, with specks of speckles beginning to appear. He saw the outline of the strange hand sinking slowly. At the same time, he let go of his hand, letting the scimitar in his hand sink together with the severed hand. Which knife is that? He could no longer distinguish the colors. He only felt that his body relaxed for a while and he speeded up the river.
This gave Bai Ya some encouragement and made him feel that he was one step away from drowning, a method of death that was completely inconsistent with his identity. The commotion behind them has long faded away, and there are probably no pursuers anymore. It was probably already dark. Even after swimming for so long, he still couldn't see more abundant light. This made Bai Ya even more unable to judge the distance between himself and the air. He could only try his best and never dare to stop for a moment. Every movement made him more tired, but every distance gave him hope. In this conflicting struggle of hope and despair, the pain caused by the water pressure gradually faded away.
He struggled, dragging his body and the only individual soldier upward to swim desperately.
The last glimmer of dusk is close at hand.
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