Douluo's Gourd

Chapter 641 Heading into the Deep Sea

The afterglow of the sun is scattered on the sea. With the rise and fall of the waves, these spots of light constantly change shape and position, like countless golden gems shining on the water.

The Izumo, covered in golden afterglow, slowly sailed into the port.

The sailor leaned against the door frame of the cab with a relaxed look on his face, and said casually: "I didn't expect to be back so soon. This trip was really relaxing."

"The ship hasn't stopped yet."

Hodi glared at him, "Everyone return to your seats."

Under Hodi's command, the steersman steered, the ropes were pulled, and the port commander waved the colorful flags in his hands, and the ship slowly docked at the nearest location according to the instructions.

Wang Xiaofeng did what he said and went straight to the money house as soon as he got off the boat. In addition to the reward agreed upon before, he also received gold soul coins as a special reward.

The sailor opened his purse, and the shining gold soul coins made the two men smile, and all kinds of nice words came out of their mouths.

Wang Xiaofeng waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that this was what they deserved.

Qian Zhuang emboldened the cowards. The sailors walking in the front were laughing and discussing going to the tavern to have a good drink. Old Hodi was no longer as serious as before, and occasionally he would make a few jokes.

At the intersection at the end of the street, Old Xing, who was walking at the end, saw the two bosses suddenly turn around and walk towards the port where the ship was docked. He couldn't help but ask, "Boss, did you forget something on the ship?"

"Yes, the umbrella fell down. Go back and get it."

Wang Xiaofeng raised his hat and said, "I wish you a pleasant night."

"Thank you." Old Xing waved his hand, turned around and followed the others. After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered that the two bosses seemed to have never had any rain gear such as umbrellas around them.

When I turned around, I saw that the two figures had disappeared among the crowd on the street.

The thin layer of water formed an optical camouflage that concealed the figures of the two.

Wang Xiaofeng took Nitia by the hand and stepped into the air, step by step, and boarded the Izumo. The moment he stepped onto the bow, deep blue energy gushed out from the gourd, flowing onto the deck like liquid, and then dispersed and condensed into three strange-looking mimicry creatures.

Nitia climbed up to the observation deck. The breeze blew up the brim of her fluffy hat. She pointed excitedly at the sea reflecting the Milky Way and the setting sun and shouted, "Izumo, set off!"

The water elemental creature extended its tentacles and pushed the joystick, and the anchor rose quickly.

A fog suddenly rose in the harbor, hazily covering half of the harbor.

Mist floats on the sea.

Under Wang Xiaofeng's control, the sea water under the ship surrounded the Izumo and pushed it away from the shore.

The huge fishing boat left the port quickly without raising its sails, and at the same time, the fog began to dissipate.

"Wait, wasn't there a fishing boat parked next to us?" A sailor rubbed his eyes and said uncertainly.

"Yes, why, where is the ship?!" The sailors guarding the ship looked at each other, unable to stop the fear that surged in their hearts.

A few days later, the legend of the ghost ship spread in the taverns around the port. Several sailors said that they had seen with their own eyes a ship sailing quickly in the fog without any control. Unfortunately, when everyone heard it, they all laughed and said they were drunk.

Only Lao Xing and Huo Di didn't laugh after hearing it.

Because they had drunk alcohol that night, when they were passing by the port on their way home, they found that the Izumo was missing where it was supposed to be docked, which scared them so much that they woke up instantly.

Even after asking acquaintances, there was no record of the Izumo leaving the port, as if the ship disappeared in an instant.

"It's so windy up there that the sound is blown back."

Nitia held down her hat that was tilted to one side, lowered her head and shouted to Wang Xiaofeng who was sitting motionless at the bow below: "Do you want to come up and try it? It's super stress-relieving."

Wang Xiaofeng shook his head helplessly, "You've been up there for almost two hours, and you're not tired of playing yet."

Nitia opened her arms and felt the breeze blowing over her body. "Not at all~ I don't feel sick of it. I like this feeling of freedom."

"as long as you are happy."

By using the power of the water element, Wang Xiaofeng achieved the unprecedented feat of sailing on the sea. In just one fifth of the time they had traveled, they returned to the black sea.

With his extremely strong perception, even in the darkness, Wang Xiaofeng could still feel the turbid sea filled with ashes in the distance.

"We're here."

A few minutes later, Nitia jumped down from the high lookout.

At this time, she had changed out of her elegant aristocratic dress and put on soft armor and trousers suitable for combat, looking heroic.

Wang Xiaofeng quietly changed into a dirt-resistant two-piece suit, black trousers and a T-shirt.

Nitia frowned, expressing her displeasure that he was not wearing the soft armor she had bought.

Wang Xiaofeng took out the silver-scale soft armor that had been broken into two pieces from the gourd. It was shining with silver light and was very beautiful, but it was not very strong.

Seeing this, Nitia almost bit her teeth to pieces. "Damn profiteer, I didn't expect that he could lie to himself and even tricked me into reading his mind. Next time I see him, I'll make him pay!"

"At least this soft armor of yours is really good, and you can wear this ordinary soft armor to look like a female warrior." Wang Xiaofeng gave a thumbs up and praised.

"Hehe, I am naturally beautiful." Nitia curled the corners of her mouth slightly and threw away all the unhappiness.

The two confirmed the tactical action plan again, and then Wang Xiaofeng jumped lightly, accompanied by a splash of water. His lean body was like a nimble fish, and disappeared into the dark sea in the blink of an eye.

Nitia silently summoned the Scepter of Ice and, according to the agreed plan, activated her first soul skill to freeze the surrounding sea water.

As a burst of icy fog spread, the temperature around began to drop rapidly.

As time went by, the floating ice around the Izumo became more and more numerous, but Wang Xiaofeng's figure never appeared.

The expected aftermath of the battle did not appear, and the sea was calm without any movement.

The dark sea seemed like a bottomless abyss, swallowing the lives of all peepers.

Just when Nitia was getting a little anxious waiting on the boat, Wang Xiaofeng suddenly jumped out from under the water and landed on the deck as light as a feather.

Nitia took two steps at a time and walked to Wang Xiaofeng. She quickly glanced at him and found that he was not missing any limbs and his clothes were still dry as before he went into the water. She then breathed a sigh of relief.

He just had a frown on his face and a puzzled expression on his face, which was a bit strange.

Nitia asked, "You went down to find the Molten Emperor, where is the beast?"

Wang Xiaofeng pinched the root of his nose and said, "This is also what I can't figure out. It's gone."

Nitia was puzzled and asked, "It's gone. What does that mean?"

"It means that he left the place where he had stayed for more than ten years, and no one knows where he went."

Wang Xiaofeng sighed, "The spiritual mark I left on it before can no longer be sensed. This means that its current location is beyond the range I can sense."

Nitia pointed her chin with her jade finger, "I remember you said that your sensing range is 50 kilometers.

Nitia's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she directly suggested: "Let's change the spirit ring. What's the difference between looking for it in the vast ocean and looking for a needle in a haystack? Let's not waste this time."

"It's not time to give up yet. I have a rough idea of ​​why it left at this time, but there is something I don't understand."

Wang Xiaofeng strode into the cab and stared at the nautical chart hanging on the wall, lost in thought.

All the information collected in the past few days continued to collide in his brain, and based on this information, a reasonable speculation continued to take shape in his mind.

If we sort all the events in chronological order, we can trace back to more than ten years ago.

More than ten years ago, a great battle broke out between the Bell-ming Turtle and the Ironclad Molten Emperor here. The outcome is unknown, but judging from the result, the Molten Emperor was forced to stay where he was for more than ten years, and the Bell-ming Turtle did not appear again for the next ten years.

Inferring from this, the outcome for both parties should be a lose-lose situation.

The second time node was at the beginning of the year, when a Contra team was ordered to drive away the Molten Emperor, but was tragically wiped out.

It can be speculated here that the Molten Emperor has fully recovered his previous strength at this time, and may even be more powerful than before, but it did not leave. Instead, it waited for more than half a year, until yesterday, when it left.

Judging from the traces on the seabed, it left in a hurry with great movement.

Either they encountered a natural enemy and fled in a hurry, or they waited for their prey and couldn't wait to attack.

Wang Xiaofeng prefers the latter. After all, in the nearby sea area of ​​100 kilometers, it is already the undisputed overlord in terms of cultivation alone, not to mention that it also has the ability to spray high-temperature substances.

But there is one thing Wang Xiaofeng couldn't figure out: how did he find the location of the Zhong Minggui? Did he rely on the stupid method of sitting there and waiting for his luck?

Wait, don’t tell me, this is really possible.

Although it is outrageous, if it is explained in this way, the logic becomes clear.

The boat under my feet shook slightly, adjusted its direction, and the anchored fishing boat began to speed up again.

Nitia walked into the cab and found that the nautical chart on the wall had been taken down by Wang Xiaofeng and spread on the table.

All islands beyond fifty kilometers, regardless of size, were marked.

Wang Xiaofeng closed the pen cap and said apologetically, "We may have to drift on the sea for quite some time."

Nitia said nonchalantly, "I'll go wherever you go."

Although both of them were mentally prepared, they didn't expect that the search would take more than half a month.

We searched the entire 500-kilometer sea area, but there was no sign of the dead crabs at all, as if they had disappeared.

This made Wang Xiaofeng, who was confident in his decision, begin to waver and doubt whether his inference was correct. Fortunately, Nitia was by his side, which reminded him constantly not to easily reject his decision.

His spirit ring could make do, as it only served the purpose of unlocking a lock, but that was not the case with Nitia. The Bell-ringing Turtle was the only spirit beast he could find in the literature that best matched Nitia's sixth spirit ring in terms of spirit skill strength, spirit skill pairing, and martial spirit compatibility.

At this time, they were far away from the mainland and heading towards deeper seas.

Life at sea is very boring. The unchanging scenery and small space for activities can easily make people fall into autism.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of entertainment in the spiritual space. Wang Xiaofeng, who experienced the cultural explosion in his previous life, can simply reproduce some things in his memory, which is enough for Nitia to entertain for a long time.

For ordinary people, life at sea is like being in prison, but they lived a very comfortable life.

spiritual space.

The small living room of about ten square meters was filled with orange lights. The soft sofa wrapped around the two people's bodies, and the oversized LCD monitor on the wall was playing a fantasy drama.

Nitia nestled in Wang Xiaofeng's arms, her eyes red as she watched the golden light falling over Chang'an City like a bright firefly. She couldn't help but say, "Maomao is so pitiful. How much hatred must the damn screenwriter have against him to write such an ending?"

Wang Xiaofeng said: "I think the adaptation is quite good. The original game is also tragic, so it is so memorable."

"You are such a heartless man." Nitia stretched out her hand and pulled Wang Xiaofeng's face, saying unhappily, "How can a mouth with a temperature of 37 degrees say such cold words?"

"woooooo"

Wang Xiaofeng grabbed Nitia's restless little hand and was able to speak with difficulty. But as soon as he opened his mouth, what he said made Nitia's face fall.

"We have to go out. The mimicry told me that a storm is approaching the ship at a very fast speed."

The cozy living room around her shattered like a mirror, and the dark cabin came into view again. The salty and humid air hit her nostrils, causing Nitia to sneeze loudly.

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the weather outside the window and murmured, "It's a rare heavy rain."

Outside the cabin, thick dark clouds enveloped the sky within a radius of hundreds of miles. The wind was blowing violently, the waves became turbulent, and the bean-sized raindrops fell heavily on the ship like machine gun bullets, making crackling sounds.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the entire Izumo was shaking violently. Under the double attack of the storm and waves, it could be overturned at any time.

"quiet!"

Invisible spiritual power emanated from Wang Xiaofeng, and the turbulent sea surface gradually calmed down under the command of the supreme will. Even in a fierce storm, the fishing boat would actively bypass it the moment it hit the fishing boat.

Nitia lit the oil lamp on the wall. The soft orange light dispelled the darkness in the cab, bringing a touch of warmth to this small space.

In the distance, a huge sea tornado suddenly rose from the sea level, connecting the sky and the earth. Countless thunders struck down, creating a scene like doomsday.

Nitia stared blankly at the devastating scene and murmured, "What is this time? A hundred thousand year old soul beast is on the move?"

In the open sea far away from the mainland, one can often encounter thousand-year-old sea soul beasts that can change the regional climate on a small scale. In addition, the ocean currents are complex, and the weather here is even more unpredictable. Even hail in the sun is not uncommon. However, severe weather like now, with thunderstorms and sea tornadoes, is still relatively rare.

"I don't know whether it is the 100,000-year-old sea soul beast that has traveled, but I know that our luck has turned for the better."

Wang Xiaofeng curled the corners of his mouth, and amid Nitia's exclamation, he turned the rudder fully to the left and steered the Izumo towards the direction of the tornado.

In his vision, the manic fire element and water element were confronting each other, neither giving in.

The mental mark was as reliable as ever. Even though it was damaged, it still steadily radiated frequency fluctuations that only he could perceive.

The coordinate anchor point that is very conspicuous in the mind is like a lighthouse in the darkness.

Even though it was pitch dark outside, he could still brave the waves in the dark sea and move in the right direction.

My brother's college entrance examination results were terrible. It took me several days to find a school for him to attend.