After this extremely convincing speech, Naruf covered his head.
"Ouch." He cried out in pain.
It was Diavolo who stretched out his small fist and hit him hard. She reached out and continued to hit. It was hard for her to remember this advice, so Yi Cha stopped her while sighing.
"Isn't there something wrong with this?" Diavolo was confused.
"I'll think about it," Icha said.
"Okay. I really don't understand." Diavolo put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and dug into the ground with one hoof. Yi Cha touched her head and told the truth. "It's not your problem."
Naluf didn't say much, and started singing another barcarolle with only roars and no tune.
Icha assessed Naruf's situation - at the same time, the dark shadow in his own hallucination was still posing terms behind his back, trying to seduce him, but he ignored it.
"I see," he said, "So you mean the Night of Suffocation can take us across the River of Lethe?"
"Of course. That's what I planned." Naruf looked very confident, but then felt that he was boasting a bit, and quickly added, "I'll ask her again."
He put a hand to his mouth and blew a long, sharp whistle.
"Suffocation Night said yes." After a while he stopped whistling.
Yi Cha heard nothing. Diablo did the same. She hit Naruf on the back hard, "Old guy, are you crazy!"
"Don't fight, don't fight, don't fight! If you could see my sincere expression, you would know that what I said is fine." The captain argued fiercely. As if to make up for this, he raised a big fist and waved it twice in his ear. "Dude, trust me!"
"Do you want to believe him? Do you?" The black shadow chuckled at the right moment behind him, "You must really want to believe him, right? Believing him is very simple. If what he says is true, you can Just sail away...right? It's as simple as turning the pages of a book from the first to the third page. It's as simple as your thinking. I have to say that I am so well suited to make this kind of decision compared to you. ."
The shadow let out a long, deliberate cackle.
"You must think. This guy is an illusion. What he wants me to do must be wrong. Then you may wonder...will he take advantage of this and let you do what he wants you to do instead? What about? However, this may just be another layer on the surface. Which layer is he on? Which layer are you on? Hehehehehehe..."
"Let's get on the boat," Icha said.
He patted Diavolo on the shoulder and said, "You can turn back now. Let's go."
"...You are so simple-minded. You can never defeat me!" The black shadow screamed behind him.
"Hey! Let's go!" Naruf roared excitedly.
Without any pause, Yi Cha turned his head and flashed. There is nothing behind it. The shadow's voice is just an illusion.
"How ridiculous! How ridiculous! You disturbed the 'Safe Hand', you won't even be able to get out of here!" it shouted.
…
With Cha, Naruf, and Diavolo, they dragged out the long smoke in a different direction in the tide of souls returning to the river.
Countless souls were knocked away by them and fell into the water.
Turning back resulted in the highest anomaly level. The highest-level law enforcer, "Safe Hand", was summoned immediately, arrived immediately, and burst out from under them immediately.
A giant hand the size of a palace slid forward like a Monday morning indigestion, pressed against the path, and swung towards them.
"Go along the coast! Then get on the boat directly!" Yicha shouted.
They rose and surged forward.
Bang - bang bang bang bang bang!
Suddenly, dozens of giant hands rose up from the river bank. The bank became tattered, and a large piece of soul was lifted into the sky like a torn feather pillow. Each "Hand of Peace of Mind" has six fingers, with half of each knuckle exposed in cross-section, and densely packed silk threads glowing with blue light shoot out from inside.
call out--
Countless blue silk threads flew through the air towards the three of them.
With Cha's right hand, the only remaining purple strip in "The Last Rainbow" held up a soft barrier, covering a large area of incoming threads.
Naruf flew over the original route of the silk thread, with his mouth split from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ears, and he raised his thumb to him. "You're awesome! Man!"
The purple barrier only prevented the thread of peace of mind from being melted by Zhizhi for a moment, but this gap was enough.
Yicha's figure is like the wind, passing through those fleeting fingers.
Naruf was right. His faith in him was not wrong either.
It's true that he likes it.
He no longer listened to the shadowy voice in his hallucinations.
"It's so fucking exciting!! Yahoo!!!!" Naruf took the lead and flew quickly, barely grazing a finger that suddenly exploded in front of his eyes and shouted happily.
"Yah!!!!" Diavolo also shouted incoherently - her flying method was different from the other two demon souls, and her whole body shrank into the shape of a dark red arrow, and then Shoot forward quickly and steadily, passing through obstacles nimbly.
Bang - bang bang...
More reassuring hands appeared creepily, and the space on the shore was almost filled. The souls rushing towards the River of Forgetfulness buzzed in confusion, bumping around like headless flies on those arms that were wider than the cliff.
"Suffocating Night! My dear Suffocating Night! There she is!" Naruf shouted.
really.
Passing through the gap in An Xin's hand, on the dark and bright red liquid surface of the Forgotten River, there was a powerful translucent ship emitting dark purple smoke. A huge and ferocious bone noose hangs high on the sharp spear-like prow angle.
"I am the King of the World!!!! I am the King of the World!!!!" Naruf screamed excitedly, accurately passing through a gap that was only one soul wide.
"Hahahahahaha!!!! Is this happiness? I'm so happy!" Diavolo let out a crisp laugh.
"Get ready to land!!! Get on board!!!!!!" Yicha yelled. They passed through the almost airtight obstacle and arrived at Suffocating Night.
Steering.
Entering the realm of Wangchuan, flying, floating, and all aerial activities are forcibly prohibited. They dropped from mid-air like boiled potatoes.
The good thing is that at the same time, their location is beyond the reach of a "safe hand."
Those abnormally large, abnormally agile nails, joints, and giant hands clawed desperately at their backs. Countless blue silk threads struck at them, feebly languishing at the dividing line between land and water.
They had already escaped, drawing three parabolas. Their sharp claws and silk threads only touched the twisted space and the waves of the River of Forgetfulness, and were retracted by the heat.
The translucent deck of Suffocating Night appeared below them.
Icha, Naruf, and Diavolo let out three completely different shouts and adjusted their postures at the same time.
Naruf was about to land behind the rudder in the most arrogant and powerful posture a captain could do - he had even stretched out one hand to smoke a non-existent pipe and the other hand to adjust the non-existent hat.
Diavolo was curious about everything, and what she wanted to understand most was the circle of bones hanging on the bow of the ship. She didn’t know why, but she thought it would be fun to sit on it and swing around, so she aimed at the bow and flew straight. go.
Use Cha to slow down, prepare to make an arc and enter the cabin, explore the interior of the suffocating night, and study it carefully - such opportunities are too rare. If you want to write an article, you can't just skimp on it, you have to carefully study the characteristics of the structural soul.
They maneuvered their way onto the ship.
"Hahahahahahaha! Set sail! My suffocating night. Let's set off!" Naruf laughed excitedly and rubbed the rudder repeatedly, "We are still the best couple, right? Uh-huh? You say what?"
"Yes! Friends!" he raised a hand and declared solemnly, "Suffocation Night says yes!!"
The suffocating night let out a tearing scream, like a shadow, accelerating to blur in an instant.
