The entire merchant ship was in an uproar when Wang Er mentioned the word 'sea monster'. However, when Wang Er looked again, he realized that the gigantic creature he had seen through the binoculars earlier had disappeared.
When he rubbed his eyes and wanted to take a closer look, he realized that a bone-piercing chill had enveloped his heart. The next moment, he lost consciousness.
Zuo Zhicheng stepped lightly on the deck. His gaze was cold as he looked at the people on the ship who were like ice sculptures. It was as if time had stopped.
Ge Ao followed behind him, leaping out from the sea and standing on the deck, drenched in water. Yan Gucheng, who was slightly slower, slowly climbed onto the ship from the surface of the water with a plasma guiding sword at his waist.
Zuo Zhicheng was like a king patrolling his own territory. He slowly walked around the merchant ship and finally came to a table that was filled with sea maps.
He looked at the sailor next to him and his eyes moved slightly. As a blue light flashed in the air, the sailor woke up while shivering.
Seeing Zuo Zhicheng suddenly appear in front of him, he shouted loudly and retreated, "Who are you guys?!"
However, he realized that Zuo Zhicheng's gaze seemed to emit an extremely attractive force.
"Tell me, which direction is Fuzhou Port?"
The mind power's simple distortion ability was activated. An ordinary person's consciousness would not be able to resist at all.
After clarifying the situation, Zuo Zhicheng, Ge Ao, Yan Gucheng, and the others disappeared. It was as if they had never appeared on the merchant ship.
A few minutes after they left, the world of the merchant ship went from still to moving again. It was as if a few minutes of time had been snatched away from everyone in a trance. They did not even realize this and continued doing what they were doing.
Only one of the crew members stared at the original position of the sea map, his eyes filled with confusion. "Why did a sea map disappear in the blink of an eye?"
...
The merchant ship earlier was a merchant ship that operated on the West Sea of the Central Plains. Although they only operated near the sea and did not know much about the distant sea or even the New World, the sea map that they kept contained a very detailed description of the West Sea.
Relying on this sea map, Zuo Zhicheng and his team quickly arrived at Fuzhou Port on the Dragon of Disaster, one of the largest ports in the south of the Central Plains.
Of course, Zuo Zhicheng did not let the Calamity Dragon appear in front of the world. Facing Shenzong in the Central Plains, he naturally had to hide his identity and deliver a fatal blow in the dark.
During the four months at sea, Zuo Zhicheng had not only completed the purification of the Dragon of Calamity's consciousness, but he was also able to store the Dragon of Calamity into the Virtual Space within ten seconds. He had also made an astonishing breakthrough in the cultivation of the Six Desires Demonic Octopus. Or rather, it was troublesome.
The three of them didn't stay at the port of Fuzhou for long. Instead, they inquired about the direction of the city before hurrying towards a manor on the outskirts of the city.
Zuo Zhicheng and Yan Gucheng were dressed like ordinary youths. Their divine light was restrained, and no one could tell that they were experts.
Ge Ao, who should have had the most unique appearance, was also covered by a layer of exoskeleton made of black bones by Zuo Zhicheng. His honest appearance, coupled with his strong body, made him look like a porter at the docks.
In addition, the three of them were wearing lead colored robes. Even if a monk saw them, he would not be able to recognize their strength.
The three of them hurried along like ordinary travelers. Ge Ao twitched his mouth and said, "Why did we get targeted the moment we got off the ship?"
"We weren't targeted. We were just spies." Yan Gucheng said, "It seems that the Shen Manor is very careful."
"It doesn't matter. Let's continue." Zuo Zhicheng waved his hand. The two of them stopped talking and continued heading towards the outskirts of the city.
...
In the Shen Manor, an old lady dressed in luxurious clothes and with vertical eyebrows, who looked very strict, was sitting on a wooden armchair. Beside the armchair, an old maid was bowing and said, "We've been waiting for almost an hour. They don't seem to be impatient at all."
"Have you found out anything?" The old lady said slowly.
"No. Meng Zi has asked once. I didn't hear that they came from that ship. I haven't seen them in any of the inns."
"Are they strong?"
"They should be martial artists." The old maid said, "But I can't tell if they have cultivated their spirit. But from their travel-worn appearance, they don't look like rich people."
The old lady took a sip of tea and motioned for the old maid to continue.
"They said they are Miss Seven's friends. They even brought a handwritten letter from Miss Seven. They need our help with something."
"Hmph." The old lady sneered, "Little Seven has been gone for so many years. Who doesn't know? Moreover, Little Seven is like me when I was young. When she was stubborn, she was like a donkey. Since she said that she wouldn't come back until she became an Asura Heavenly Corpse, why would she ask someone to bring a handwritten letter back?
Over the years, there have been more than one or two people who have pretended to be her friends. Why did you let them in? "
The old maid's head hung lower and lower. "I just feel that this person doesn't seem like someone who would lie."
"Hmph. Can you tell that he's a liar?" The old lady stood up. "Forget it. Since he's a martial artist, he's a fellow martial artist. Since he's already here, I'll meet him."
When Old Mrs. Shen came to the living room, she saw Zuo Zhicheng sitting calmly in his seat. His entire body was shrouded in a black robe, like a silent iceberg.
At first, Old Mrs. Shen felt an inexplicable pressure. But when she couldn't see the slightest bit of radiance from him with her psionic vision, she started to mock him.
Looks like he's a good actor. Looks like he's here to cheat money. Mengzi and the others are getting worse and worse. They can't even tell that he's a fake.
With that in mind, Old Lady Shen leisurely sat down on the main seat and said, "Greetings to the three of you. What brings you to my Shen residence today?"
Yan Gucheng stepped forward and took out Shen Anan's handwritten letter. He handed it to Old Mrs. Shen.
"We are friends of Miss Shen Anan. There are some things that we would like to ask you for help with."
Old Mrs. Shen looked suspiciously at the letter in Yan Gucheng's hand. She raised her chin and signaled for the maid beside her to take the letter. After checking it and confirming that there were no problems, she handed it to the old lady.
Old Mrs. Shen quickly finished reading the letter. The more she read, the more confused she became.
This is indeed a handwritten letter from Little Seven. But the contents of the letter are a little too ridiculous. Is this person in a black robe an expert comparable to the State Preceptor of the Da Qi State? Is this a joke? Could Little Seven have been coerced into writing this letter?
At this thought, Old Mrs. Shen's eyes became even more unfriendly. But before she could react, Zuo Zhicheng had already raised his hand.
An extremely pale and frail hand stretched out from the black robe.
Old Mrs. Shen's expression changed drastically at the sight of this hand. She let out a muffled groan and smashed the chair with a loud bang. Then, like a nimble monkey, she retreated 10 meters away with a single step.
Even so, his eyes still couldn't help but reveal a look of shock.
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