That night, others managed to drag Xiao Yuchen away and drink with him.
Wen Jin, Que Ling, and Han Xian, dressed in night clothes, set out from Kyoto and arrived at the port dock hundreds of miles away.
The five large ships are still anchored in the harbor.
Lanterns were hung on the big ships, and there were people on the deck carrying lanterns patrolling back and forth.
"The defenses are pretty tight," Que Ling said.
"Do you know the hull structure diagram?" Wen Jin asked.
Que Ling shook his head and said, "People have been paying attention to it for a long time. But their people are very cautious. We are not allowed to get on the boat. They deliver meals and vegetables in small boats and send them to the big ship. They use ropes to pull us up. Stopped For so many days, our people have not even boarded the ship."
Wen Jin looked at Han Xian again, "What can senior brother figure out?"
Han Xian frowned and said, "That's not right..."
Both of them looked at him, "What's wrong?"
"There is something strange on this ship!" Han Xian frowned and held his chin. "Everyone is in the cabin above the deck, but the cabin inside the ship is full of cargo and there is no one there."
Que Ling glared and said, "What's so strange about this? Isn't this just right? We're just in time to go check it out!"
Han Xian frowned and said, "It's just too 'just right', so that's why it's weird! When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!"
Que Ling smiled and said, "You are just too cautious! With Taifu Han here, if something goes wrong, we can just withdraw in time!"
Que Ling patted Han Xian on the shoulder.
Wen Jin frowned and thought deeply for a moment, "Since we are here, why don't we... go take a look? If the situation is not right, let's evacuate immediately!"
"If something unexpected happens, you can retreat with Que Ling. I have a way to hide, but I can't protect you."
Que Ling looked at Wen Jin and then at Han Xian, "Are you so nervous? Aren't we just going to take a look? We'll go back after taking a look!"
Han Xian nodded carefully, "Okay..."
A cloud of white mist appeared in front of the three people, and Han Xian took the lead and walked in.
The three of them walked through the white fog and came to a narrow and cramped space.
"Is this the inside of the hull?" Que Ling lowered her voice and said, "It's full of boxes, big and small. Fortunately, the three of us are all thin. If we were a little fat guy, we wouldn't be able to stand up!"
"Shh-" Han Xian silenced her.
Wen Jin opened the box in front of him. Inside the box was an unassembled musket.
It was too dark in the cabin, without a trace of light. Even though she had excellent eyesight, it was still a little difficult to see clearly the craftsmanship of the gun.
"Mom, can you see it? If not, let's just move a box away!" Que Ling said.
At this time, the sound of singing and chanting suddenly came from the cabin.
The three people in the cabin were shocked.
"Let's go!" Wen Jin grabbed Han Xian with one hand and pulled Que Ling with the other.
Han Xian was mumbling words and making secrets with his hands.
"We can't leave!" someone laughed, "God told me that someone would come and steal our treasure, and it turned out to be true."
This man's voice was weird, he couldn't tell the difference between male and female, and his speech was very stiff, so I could barely understand him.
"Senior brother?" Wen Jin pushed Han Xian, but Han Xian fell straight forward.
Wen Jin was startled and quickly grabbed him again, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you? Let's go!"
Han Xian had no reaction.
The cabin door was opened.
There was light coming in, and Wen Jin's heart jumped into her throat.
Squint your eyes and look towards the light.
I saw only one man...should it be a man? Wrapped in a large turban, there are also accessories under the turban.
He clasped his hands together, stared at Han Xian, and muttered something.
Han Xian walked straight towards the man as if he was hypnotized.
"Senior brother! Don't go there!" Wen Jin grabbed him tightly.
But under the influence of hypnosis, his strength was astonishing.
Stab——
Han Xian's clothes were torn by Wen Jin. He actually followed the man's call and walked out of the cabin obediently.
The man in the turban nodded with satisfaction, smiled at Wen Jin, and stretched out his finger to tickle Wen Jin.
Wen Jin quickly closed her eyes... She knew that many hypnosis started with vision and hearing.
She closed her eyes and tried to summon the spiritual spring space to ensure she was awake.
But she was surprised to find that the Lingquan space had lost contact?
Or maybe it was blocked by something? Unable to open.
"Walk……"
Wen Jin didn't leave, but Que Ling pushed her behind her.
Wen Jin closed his eyes and staggered as he was pushed.
"Hiss—" There was a tingling sensation on her leg.
Wen Jin quickly opened his eyes, oh!
The man wearing a turban was holding something like a syringe in his hand and injecting an unknown liquid into her thigh.
Immediately afterwards, a sore and numb feeling spread from her thighs to her whole body.
Wen Jin's consciousness became confused.
Que Ling was still pushing her from behind, "Go quickly, go quickly..."
"Que Ling..." Wen Jin called her name, trying to awaken her consciousness.
But Wen Jin heard his own voice weak and ethereal, as if coming from a very far away place.
Even to her own ears, she felt weak.
Que Ling showed no reaction at all and kept pushing her forward.
Wen Jin's whole body was numb, especially the leg that was pricked. She even walked with a limp.
They followed the turbaned man outside the lower cabin and were about to go up the stairs to the living cabin above the deck.
Suddenly I met another man. He didn't wear a headscarf. He was dressed the same as Jeffrey, Taylor and others, with slim-fitting trousers, cuffed sleeves, and a soft vest. More like a warrior outfit.
The man looked at Han Xian, Wen Jin and others behind the turbaned man.
"Tariq, what are you going to do? Are they from Daliang?"
Wen Jin felt dizzy, and she could realize that they were speaking Wunan Mandarin.
But she seemed to understand what they were saying...it was strange, but she didn't know why yet.
"Mind your own business!" the turbaned man sneered.
"We are in Daliang now. Don't cause trouble. The people of Daliang are not ours to provoke!"
"I didn't provoke them! They broke into our cabin on their own! I followed the oracle to catch the thieves!"
"Give them to me. With these Daliang thieves, you can ask Daliang for a good price!"
said the young man in warrior attire.
Tariq, the man in the turban, laughed, "You want to hand them over to the Liang people? That's not possible! This is a gift from the gods!"
The young man frowned and said, "If you are too suffocated, you can go ashore and play. I heard that the women in Daliang are very soft, beautiful and obedient!"
"Our ship is so well-defended, and they can suddenly appear on our ship... they must be capable people! Don't ask for trouble!"
The hooded man reached out and pushed the young man away.
"If there is an oracle, Taylor must listen to me! Are you trying to teach me a lesson?"
"What's the point of the vulgar fans on the shore? It's the people who have some skills but fall into a trap that are the most interesting!"
"They are not as capable as me, otherwise they would not fall into my hands! Take care of yourself!"
"When Taylor comes back, don't let him know that you secretly went ashore to gamble!"
The young warrior-like man clenched his fists and his fair face flushed slightly.
He stared at the back of Tariq, the turbaned man, with a faint fire in his eyes.
Wen Jin and others were taken to a bright living cabin.
It can be seen that Tariq's status on this ship is not low.
His living room is very spacious. In addition to a bed, a table and chairs, and a washbasin, there is also a shrine with an ever-burning lamp.
Tariq reached out and took off all the hijabs on the faces of the three people.
He stared at Wen Jin's face and danced excitedly, "It's her, it's her! It's how she looked in my dream!"
