In the boundless blue sea, a huge boat broke through the waves.
With one hand on the bow of the boat, Meng Fuyao held a white sword in her left hand and a yellow sword in her right hand. Behind her was a flowery maiden.
Lord Ingot did not have the time to fight with Nine-Tailed now. It had just accepted the great task given by the party — to train a certain man into a beautiful, domineering woman.
"Grandpa" was tied up by a rope and was jumping on the deck with all his might. He tilted his head and cursed, "F * ck your mother! You can't do this! This is the greatest insult to a hero! "
Lord Ingot gave him a knock on the head. "Grandpa" was furious and flapped his wings, wanting to beat him up. Lord Ingot tugged on the rope in his claws and the taut Vajra took a few steps forward before falling down with a crash.
Lord Ingot laughed lewdly. He slowly took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and began to munch on them in front of King Kong, who was a fan of melon seeds. As he munched on them, he spat out the shells on King Kong's head.
"F * ck you! I will catch you one day, you rat! I burned your fur! I'll skin you alive! I'll pull your tendons out! I'll stew your flesh! I'll explode your bones! I'll knock out your bone marrow to go with the wine … "
Lord Ingot tilted his head, thinking that Master Vajra had indeed provided a good idea. He tugged at the corner of Meng Fuyao's clothes, indicating, "Let's do it this way. Huh? "
She looked at it in disdain. 'I asked you to train, not roast!'
She took out the remaining melon seeds from Lord Ingot's pocket, put them in her mouth, and slowly chewed them. "This bird is very confident. Who gave it such confidence?"
"I don't think it has the same temperament as Fei Yan." The one who followed up was Yun Hen. He had a slight smile on his face. "I wonder who raised him. His mouth is filled with filthy words."
Meng Fuyao glanced at him and snorted. She thought to herself, 'I can get rid of those few, but it's the unemployed who are the hardest to get rid of.' Zhan Beiye still had to take care of the war situation, while Yun Hen had nothing to do and was only responsible for keeping an eye on her. Once she was done, she would leave immediately. She originally thought that she had gotten rid of everyone, but in less than two days, Yun Hen and Tie Cheng caught up to her on a speedboat.
Even if he thought with his toes, he would know that the Qiong Cang Continent was countless times more difficult than any of the countries he had been to before. Otherwise, why had the Seven Kingdoms never included the Qiong Cang Continent? Otherwise, why would so few people know about a country that had stood on the continent for so many years? Over the years, there must have been people who had been there, but only one out of ten had returned. That was why this theocratic nation had always been so mysterious.
In such a dangerous place, she didn't want any of them to get involved. If they wanted to risk their lives, they could do it themselves. Why did they have to involve innocent people?
"Fuyao, don't you think that something is wrong?" Cloud Hen suddenly asked.
"Hmm?" She turned around.
"You left in a hurry, so there are some things you didn't see, but I had time to observe the situation." Yun Hen continued, "The Tal Clan was never a match for the Allied Army, and their last move didn't turn the tables. Their defeat was inevitable, but the strange thing was that after Fei Yan's death, the Tal Clan was still very calm and methodical in their retreat. Although they were forced to shrink their territory by the Allied Army, their morale didn't drop. I've never heard of any expert in the Tal Clan who could turn the tide. From what I remember, the Tal Clan's political achievements have always been mediocre, and the power has always been in Fei Yan's hands."
"Perhaps Fei Yan has always been suppressing them, and only after Fei Yan's death did they have the chance to display their talents. Unfortunately, it's already too late." Meng Fuyao was lost in thought for a while before sighing. "I understand what you mean, but we were both there at that time. That person died right in front of us."
Yun Hen was tickled by her powerful choice of words and immediately said, "But Brother Zhan and I have only met her for the first time."
She thought about it carefully. Her eyesight had not fully recovered, so she could only see a blurry silhouette. However, at that time, she felt that the silhouette, the mannerisms, the temperament, and the indifference of someone who had been in a high position for a long time could not be replaced by an ordinary person. It was definitely Fei Yan.
She had also studied witchcraft when she was a tyrant on the sea. Most of the time, people were made out of paper, and then summoned souls from the netherworld and injected into them. Therefore, the people that were made out of paper were especially erratic, and some of the details were inevitably distorted. For example, the fake Zhangsun Wuji that night, who floated so far away that his shadow on the window could be seen to be too long.
But Fei Yan was very real, and Meng Fuyao wasn't so stupid that she couldn't tell if a person was real or not.
What's more, inside the hut, the Seven-colored Demonic Fire that was burning Fang itself was extraordinary. She knew that this thing could only be done by a top sorcerer. A normal sorcerer could only produce two colors, and a great sorcerer could produce four or five colors. The Seven-colored Fire could only be produced by someone of Fei Yan's level, and controlling that kind of fire required full concentration. Under that kind of situation, Fei Yan was suddenly attacked by herself and Yun Hen, and her martial arts was not the best, so there was no reason for her to escape.
In fact, people could live for a long time, but they would die quickly. Even the strongest were no exception.
Meng Fuyao thought about it again and again, but she still felt that Fei Yan wasn't a fake person, and that a fake person would never be able to produce that top-notch demonic fire. Therefore, even though she and Yun Hen had a vague feeling of unease, she could only put it aside for now.
Anyway, she ran fast and was already out at sea. She would leave the rest to Zhan Beiye.
She didn't expect the War Emperor to be so lazy. The moment she left, he left the army to Xiao Qi and ran off as fast as he could.
In Zhan Beiye's eyes, whether or not they could defeat Tar and unify Fufeng had nothing to do with him. The only thing that mattered was Meng Fuyao.
In any case, even though Fufeng was still in a state of chaos, Faqiang would no longer be at a disadvantage. Along the way, Zhan Beiye had helped Ya Lanzhu expand her territory, which had already exceeded half of Fufeng's territory.
He didn't stop and prepared a ship to set sail. He could let Meng Fuyao deal with other things on her own, but as for Qiong Cang … he wouldn't leave her to face it alone!
As for the domestic situation … he learned from Meng Fuyao and asked Zong Yue for a mask that replicated his appearance. Later, he would let Xiao Qi 'escort' his troops back to the country. When he contacted Zong Yue to ask for the mask, he clearly wrote to him, "I won't be in the Han Empire in the near future. Does Xuanyuan have the intention to cross the border?"
The other party replied via a secret channel, "What a coincidence, I'm probably not around either."
Soon after, a strange phenomenon occurred in the mainland. The Han Empire, Wuji Empire, and Xuanyuan Empire all had the same idea of mobilizing their border troops at the same time. They stationed their troops at the borders of the Taiyuan and Upper Abyss, creating a 'neighbor, we three hegemons really want to join forces to eat you up' attitude towards the two small countries. This caused the Upper Abyss, which bordered the three countries, to tremble in fear. The two brothers from the Qi Family even clamped their legs when they went to the toilet, afraid that if they used too much force, the stench would spread across the border. If anyone got angry, they would send their troops to smash their toilets.
This was especially true for the Upper Abyss, which bordered the Han Empire, where the barbed wire was replaced with brick walls. They would definitely not be able to run over!
Actually, the two brothers were too uneducated to understand that there was a phrase in the world called 'smokescreen'.
Stationing troops at the border was just a gesture. It was a common national policy that the three countries had adopted to deal with the only enemy outside their borders.
Thanks to Meng Fuyao, who specialized in imperial power, other than the Taiyuan and Upper Abyss, the rulers of the mainland countries were now her relatives. Yes, very united — at least for now.
Naturally, Meng Fuyao did not know about the turbulent undercurrents that were related to her. News did not circulate on the sea, so she leisurely focused on advancing to the Sea of Despair Valley.
She had left Fufeng in such a hurry because she had suddenly heard that the Sea of Despair Valley was a place that could not be crossed because of the constant storms. There were only a few days of calm in the middle of June every year. If one wanted to cross there, they could only hope during those few days. She was burning with impatience, afraid that if she missed those few days, she would have to wait for another year. Fortunately, the journey was smooth, and she arrived a few days early.
The Sea Valley of Despair was at the border between Fufeng and Qiong Cang. It wasn't too far from Jiao City. It was hard to say whether that place belonged to Fufeng or Qiong Cang. Erhai belonged to Fufeng, and most of it was in Fufeng. However, there was a small part of the Sea Valley of Despair that stretched into Qiong Cang's territory like a finger. Qiong Cang, who didn't care about the affairs of other countries, didn't seem to have any objections to the ownership of the Sea Valley — it was a natural border between countries, and normal people couldn't cross it.
The Sea of Despair Valley was, after all, a deep valley at the bottom of the sea. Falling into it was troublesome, but wouldn't it be fine if one did not fall in? In Meng Fuyao's opinion, it was a little strange for the Sea of Despair Valley to be called the Sea of Despair Valley.
Near the Sea of Despair Valley, there were a few scattered islands. Most of them were uninhabited, but there was one that seemed to be inhabited.
Meng Fuyao was surprised. "Hey, there are people living here? Are they from Fufeng or Qiong Cang? "
Yao Xun, who was beside her, scratched his face. "I heard that there are some scattered islanders near the Sea of Despair Valley. They originally came from Qiong Cang and are said to be the 'abandoned people' of Qiong Cang. As for why they became 'abandoned people', no one knows."
Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up. "Since you came from there, you must have some experience. Let's go and ask for some advice. I want to have a good night's sleep in the house. " She stretched and said longingly, "I just don't like the feeling of swaying on the sea. I want to have a good night's sleep in the house."
She, Yun Hen, and Yao Xun disembarked from the boat with their pets. Lord Ingot held King Kong's hand and swayed as they walked. King Kong tried to kick the one in front of him, but it failed every time.
Halfway through, Lord Ingot suddenly dashed forward.
It forgot to throw the rope away when it moved, so it dragged King Kong to the ground. Furious, King Kong cursed, "F * ck you! You're tormenting me! Go to hell! Go to hell! "
Lord Ingot ignored it and rushed forward. However, he could not drag King Kong, who was clinging to him, and was unwilling to let go of the rope. King Kong was dragged a few steps and fell backward, pretending to be dead. Lord Ingot stood still and shouted, "Squeak, squeak! Squeak squeak! "
Meng Fuyao turned around and saw Lord Ingot and King Kong kicking and pecking at each other. Lord Ingot kept pointing at her as he fought. White Tiger exploded. 'Why did these two troublesome things follow us off the boat? They're so noisy. I'll just stay on the boat and focus on training them. '
She stepped forward and grabbed one with each hand. Lord Ingot had just hugged her happily and was about to express something important when with a whoosh, the world spun and the world turned upside down. The beautiful white fur streaked across the blue sky in a smooth parabola … The next moment, it was back on the boat with King Kong.
Below the boat, Meng Fuyao clapped her hands to get rid of the rat fur and King Kong feathers. 'It's troublesome to keep too many pets. Hygiene and security are serious problems. Hmm … should I put them in a cage?'
She waved at the screaming Lord Ingot and walked away without looking back, leaving Lord Ingot hugging the side of the boat and crying without tears …
That's why it's important to learn a few foreign languages …
= = = =
There were only a few scattered families on the island. Their houses were made of wood and grass, with strings of dried fish hanging on the walls. Their boats were anchored on the beach, and a few old people were mending fishing nets in front of their houses, looking relaxed. Meng Fuyao stood far away and used her spiritual sense to listen to the old people's idle chatter.
"… Judging from the wind's direction, it'll be dry again in a few days."
"Ask Ah Yu to take this opportunity to fish for pearls. Last year, he got some good pearls and made a fortune!"
"Bring some big prawns too. They were really good last time, so I cooked a big pot on the spot. They were red even without oil, and almost attracted the White Dorsal Fin! But that taste … tsk tsk. "
"Old Shi is just a glutton. He's been single all his life, and he only remembers to eat! He doesn't even think about getting some pearls to sell and marry a woman! "
"Why would he marry a woman at his age? Besides, if he marries a wife, he'll have to take care of her in everything. Even the oily fish tail has to be left for her. Pfft, idiot! "
"Alright then … don't flip pancakes in the middle of the night!"
"Haha …"
There was nothing suspicious about the conversation between a bunch of standard seaside fishermen. Relieved, Meng Fuyao smiled and thought to herself, 'I've really been through too much, causing me to be on guard. This is a remote island at the border of Fufeng. The whole island is in plain view. What enemies could there be?'
She strode over and smiled. "Sorry to disturb you, old man."
The old fishermen raised their heads and looked at Meng Fuyao in shock. The island was close to the Sea Valley of Despair, and beyond it was the mysterious Qiong Cang Kingdom. For many years, few people had set foot on the island, but now, a young man had suddenly appeared. His face was obscured by the light, but his expression and aura were like that of an immortal. These old fishermen, who had never seen many people in their lives, were intimidated by the unfamiliar guest's aura. They looked at each other and avoided eye contact, unable to speak.
Meng Fuyao had already sat down in the middle of the few old men, and casually took out a bag of pearls. "Old man, please take a look at this pearl. How much is it worth?"
The few fishermen took the bag and opened it. The treasure shone brightly, so bright that the old men's eyes turned red. Meng Fuyao looked at their expressions and smiled. "It's probably not worth much. If you like it, you can keep it for fun."
"That won't do." The few old men looked at each other again and immediately returned the bag. "Dear customer, this pearl is very valuable. We've fished for so many years, but we've never seen one of such good quality. You can't take it, you can't take it."
Meng Fuyao was a little surprised. She kept it with a smile and looked at the faces of the fishermen. What she saw was only calmness and sincerity, which made her feel a little ashamed. Then, she heard one of the fishermen ask, "Why are you here, dear customer? I haven't seen anyone from the island for almost ten years. "
"Oh?" Meng Fuyao sharply caught that "ten years" and asked, "Has anyone been here before?"
"She's a very beautiful lady." An old fisherman smiled. "She's as beautiful as the Goddess of the Sea!"
"This face shape …" Another fisherman gestured. "Long hair and a high nose." It was obvious that he had a deep impression of the newcomer because there were too few people there.
Meng Fuyao thought about the description. It did sound like Fei Yan. Ten years ago … ten years ago, on the opening day of the Temple of Evergreen in Qiong Cang Kingdom, there was a lady who entered Qiong Cang Kingdom to seek divine guidance. Could it be her?
But that was all in the past. If Fei Yan could cross the Sea of Despair Valley, why couldn't she? Meng Fuyao perked up and asked, "What did she ask you?"
"Nothing much. She stayed here for one night, and the next day …"
"Old City!"
Suddenly, someone interrupted the old fisherman with a stern voice. The few old fishermen shrank as if they were being pricked by needles and immediately stopped talking.
Meng Fuyao narrowed her eyes and looked at the old man who had been looking outward. His skin was very dark and his eyes were long and narrow. He was the only one who didn't turn around when she handed him the pearl pouch.
'What was he trying to say? Why did he interrupt me in such a hurry? '
She smiled and didn't pursue the matter. Instead, she changed the topic and asked about how to cross the Sea of Despair Valley. The few old men indeed said that there would be two days of low tide. Perhaps they could cross, but it was only a possibility. Until now, no one had crossed.
Meng Fuyao felt conflicted and asked, "Didn't that lady pass?"
The moment she asked, the few old men immediately shut up.
Meng Fuyao then tried to ask if they were the 'abandoned people' of Qiong Cang. This time, they all looked up at the sky and were speechless.
Feeling helpless, Meng Fuyao requested to stay the night. No one had any objections. She waved her hand and said, "If you don't mind, please feel free to stay."
Meng Fuyao immediately smiled at the dark-faced old man who had just stopped her. He seemed to have some status in the crowd. "Sorry to bother you, sir."
The dark-faced old man looked at her and nodded. "Don't go to the west of the island."
"Hmm?" Meng Fuyao turned to look at the dense forest on the west side of the island.
"The ancestral graves of our people are there. No one is allowed to intrude."
Meng Fuyao replied with an 'oh', but in her heart, she thought, 'What kind of lousy reason is this? You're the exiled people of Qiong Cang, so your ancestral graves should be in Qiong Cang. Besides, many people of the sea are buried in water.
She glanced at the place and decided that she had to go there tonight.
As the sun gradually set, Meng Fuyao sat on the beach, hugging her knees as she watched the Golden Crow fall from the sky. Half of the sea was dyed in the sunset glow, like a raging flame burning on the blue sea. At the end of the flame was probably the most mysterious country in the eyes of the world. It ruled over the land with divine authority and was never willing to lift its high and unreachable veil.
She went there to face an unpredictable fate. She didn't know if she would be accepted, and she didn't know if her dream would come true even if she was accepted.
Today, her dream was also a cold pain in reality. She rushed to the other side and cut off the other side.
Every time she thought about it, she felt as if something was tugging at her heart, causing her to writhe in pain.
The sunset was beautiful, but her face was cold and pale as she gazed at the setting sun. She was like a maple leaf that had been covered in frost for a long time, meeting the final winter before autumn had even passed.
Beside her, Yun Hen quietly sat cross-legged and looked at her.
If he still didn't know that her goal was the Firmament Heavens, he would have followed her for nothing.
Although she had never said what she was going to do in the Firmament Heavens, given her current status, her ability to summon wind and rain, and her top-notch connections that spanned the entire five continents, it must be the greatest problem in the world if even she had to take the risk to go to the Firmament Heavens to seek help from the Evergreen Temple.
Was there any problem in the world that she and they couldn't solve?
Every time Yun Hen thought about it, he felt as if his heart was stuffed with ice and snow, and a chill ran down his spine.
As for her … she didn't covet the glory of the mortal world, nor did she covet the love of the mortal world. She didn't stop for anything, be it titles, wealth, love, or even the throne that everyone coveted … It was as if she had never intended to spend her life in the five continents. It was as if she was just a passerby whose destination was beyond the clouds.
Passerby … Yes, she had always treated everything as a passerby. Other than going to the Firmament Heavens, she had never fought for anything for herself.
Why?
Yun Hen's fingers were stuck on the beach. The coldness of his fingertips seemed to freeze the surrounding sand, grinding against his palm.
At that moment, he suddenly understood the faint desolation and helplessness that could never be erased from Zhangsun Wuji's eyes.
At that moment, he suddenly understood Zhangsun Wuji's constant companionship and letting go of her.
The tides rose and fell. In the depths of the sea, there was a profound and vast calling of fate.
The woman raised her head slightly, and her resolute figure was written in the bright light that was about to extinguish.
Yun Hen's Spectral Eye, which was spinning with starfire, emitted thousands of sparks and fell on the woman's soft shoulders and resolute figure.
… It doesn't matter …
Even if you're a passerby, even if I'm just a passerby in your life.
It's still better than not leaving any trace in your life.
= = =
When night fell, the other fishermen returned. They were all men. Fuyao was very surprised. There were no women on the island?
Old Ahshi saw her doubt and smiled. "There used to be women, but our island's Fengshui isn't good. Women don't live long. Many die from excessive bleeding during childbirth. Here," he pointed at a strong young man with his chin. "That's Ah Yu's mother."
"How do they carry on the family line?" Fuyao asked.
"Many have left," Old Ahshi said. "When they reach marriageable age, they go to Fufeng, leaving us old fellows. We don't want to leave and live our lives bitterly. Ah Yu is still young. We'll send him out in two years."
Ah Pomo scratched his head and chuckled. The black-faced old man glanced at him and pointed to a mud hut. "This is the hut where we store our daily dry goods. If you don't mind the smell, please stay there."
"Just one?" Yun Hen suddenly asked, his face a little red.
Meng Fuyao pinched him and said, "We're brothers, just squeeze together. There's no need to disturb others by staying separately."
Without any explanation, she dragged Cloud Trace and happily walked into the house. She cheered, "Finally, I don't have to shake to sleep …"
Once the door was closed, Yun Hen said, "I think we should stay on the boat."
"I'll let Yao Xun and Tiecheng stay on the boat. Let the boat sail further away from the shore. We don't have to put all our eggs in one basket."
"You think there's something wrong with this island?"
"Of course."
"Sleep for a while." Yun Hen made her bed. "I know you really miss the bed on the floor."
"What about you?"
"I'll practice." Without another word, he sat with his back facing her, looking very focused.
Fuyao sat on the bed and looked at the young man's frail back. After a while, a smile slowly formed on her face.
She didn't spend much time alone with him, so she didn't know much about him. Now that she thought about it, he seemed kinder than the others.
Hmm … in this situation, Zhan Beiye would definitely ask to sleep on the bed with her.
Zong Yue would chase her off the bed, and she would sleep on the floor while he slept on the bed.
As for Zhangsun Wuji … he would probably dislike this smelly place and drag her to some tree or beach to admire the moon …
At the thought of Zhangsun Wuji, her smile froze. She sighed and closed her eyes to practice.
Just as she was immersed in her own world, she suddenly heard a strange sound.
The strange thing was that there seemed to be a sound, yet it seemed to be soundless.
It seemed to have drifted over from the distant sea. She wanted to use her spiritual opportunity to search for it, but she couldn't find it. Hence, she wondered if it was the sound in her heart. However, for a top-notch expert like her, her heart was as clear as a mirror and as steady as a rock. She was impervious to external influences, so why would she suddenly have a strange sound in her heart?
The sound was like a gentle tide, like a woman singing a song with a smile, like the quiet chirping of insects in the quiet night, like the blooming of flowers ten miles away.
It was as if there was no threat, just the sound of nature.
Such a sound made one unable to raise their guard, just lazily wanting to sleep.
But sleeping was the most dangerous thing to be wary of in the first place!
With her martial arts skills, why would she suddenly want to sleep?
Meng Fuyao opened her eyes, which were as bright as stars in the dark. "Yun Hen."
The underground Cloud Scar immediately agreed.
"Did you hear anything?"
"I think so …" After a while, Cloud Hen answered uncertainly. "It sounded like a woman crying, like a surging tide, like bugs crawling out from every corner in a panic, like the flowers in a faraway place were suddenly cut down by sword light."
Meng Fuyao was stunned.
How could the two of them hear completely different sounds?
However, with their strength, how could they have misheard the voice that entered their ears?
"Do you feel that there's something wrong with the inner force?"
"No."
Meng Fuyao got up and said, "This island is really strange. Let's go, don't sleep anymore. Let's go out and play."
"What for?"
"To dig up other people's ancestral graves."
= = =
Under the moonlight, the island was only a few miles in circumference. It was really easy to walk across it.
The trees on the west side of the island were bathed in the silvery moonlight, looking completely normal.
Meng Fuyao found a group of tombs deep in the forest. Some were old, some were new, some were old, and some were covered in tall grass. The old man did not seem to be lying to her.
She squatted in front of the tombs and unconsciously pulled out the grass on them. What should she do? Was she really going to dig up other people's graves?
The grass under her hand was very loose, and she pulled out a large piece with a light tug. "Eh?" She waved her hand and brought up a piece of newly planted grass.
She was interested, thinking that it was a fake grave. Why would she make a layer of grass for no reason? She walked around the grave, only to find that it was still a grave.
Fuyao was dismayed.
Was there anything more painful than knowing that there was something wrong with something but not being able to uncover it as one wished?
For example, this grave seemed suspicious, but it was not. If she wanted to see if there was anything wrong, she would have to dig up the grave. No matter how bold and shameless she was, she would never dig up other people's graves for no reason.
The chilly moonlight shone on the grave in the forest, and the grass on it rustled and swayed. Meng Fuyao squatted on the grave, hesitating.
After a while, she said, "Lend me your sword."
Yun Hen handed her the sword, which Meng Fuyao treated as a Luoyang shovel. She estimated the position and plunged the sword in.
"Clang!"
It sounded like she had hit something hard. Was it a stone or metal?
It was impossible for it to be a gold coffin, but some ethnic groups would use stone to make coffins.
At this point, she could reluctantly confirm that there was a coffin inside, so she could stop. However, Meng Fuyao was a curious baby. She had been through many perilous situations for a long time, and she had developed a mindset that she had to find out the truth whenever she encountered something suspicious. Now that she had discovered this strange grave of a poor fisherman, it was harder than ascending to heaven to ask her to stop halfway.
This was an island that was shrouded in layers of suspicion. The fisherman who wanted to say something but stopped himself, the abandoned people from the sky, the women who all died suddenly, the strange sounds in the middle of the night, the graves that seemed to be real yet not real … All of these added together became a mystery that had to be explored.
Meng Fuyao squatted on top of the grave and pursed her lips. She slightly exerted force on the sword in her hand. "Cha!"
Under the moonlight, this kind of soft sound from the grave sounded a little creepy, as if something was quietly moving in the grave.
Meng Fuyao concentrated and moved her wrist lightly. Relying solely on her senses, she found the mortise of the stone coffin and slowly moved the lid with her sword.
She concentrated on her operation and sighed inwardly. 'F * ck, this is too unscientific. Why are all coffins flipped? How good is a sliding lid? '
After a while, there was a clicking sound.
Meng Fuyao pulled out her sword and stared at the soil on it. There was no lime, no decaying water, no rotten tissue, no broken bones, nothing that could prove that there was a corpse in the coffin.
However, there was nothing that could prove that there was anything strange in the coffin.
She thought for a while, tore off a piece of her clothes, wrapped it in a handbag, and stretched her hand into the grave.
"Let me do it." Yun Hen stopped her immediately.
Meng Fuyao shook her head and pushed him away. She shook her fingers and circulated her true qi. Her palm was as smooth as jade, and all of her true qi was gathered in her hand. Even sharp teeth could not bite through it and large rocks could not flatten it. Currently, there was nothing in the world that could hurt her hand.
She stretched her hand into the grave.
Just like the famous tomb robbers, this action was not only risky, but it also required great courage. Humans always had a natural fear of the unknown. Who knew what they would encounter when they stretched their hand in?
Meng Fuyao had always been fearless, especially when it came to graves. The scariest thing in the world was never the ghost, but the human heart.
Her hand felt soft and moist, a characteristic of the soil by the sea. The corpses here should rot easily. She decided that as long as it was an empty coffin or a rotten corpse, she would immediately withdraw her hand.
However, her hand suddenly froze.
= = = =
At the same time.
On a large ship anchored by the sea, a small white ball lay on the side of the ship and looked at the sea below, letting out a whimper.
After a while, it seemed to have made up its mind. It grabbed the rope that was holding King Kong and handed it to the dozing nine-tailed beast.
The nine-tailed beast groggily took it, stuffed it under its butt, and continued to sleep.
Lord Ingot looked at it worriedly and woke it up with a slap.
The nine-tailed beast immediately farted.
Lord Ingot jumped away in disgust. No matter how fragrant it was, it was still a fart!
It sighed in exasperation and looked back at the sea. Finally, it climbed down the side of the ship and jumped into the sea.
The little white ball swam and swam in the sea, desperately swimming across the sea that was short to humans but as far as the Pacific Ocean to it.
'Damn it, Meng Fuyao! I've had a hard life knowing you! I've sacrificed a lot today … '
Under the moonlight, the large ship anchored on the sea, casting a huge shadow on the vast and boundless sea.
A ball swam with difficulty, leaving the ship and swimming towards the small island.
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