With an unbelieveable look from old Wen, the woman smiled slightly, as if showing a hint of sympathy, "Where is it?"
"Tell me, and I can release you."
A single life or death is enough to be remembered in heart, let alone being killed twice by the most gruesome method under this woman's hand, Old Wen is unwilling to endure a third death.
He swallowed his anger, said nothing, and his gaze involuntarily turned towards that fluctuating flame.
【Fool.】
The flames danced wildly, and old Wen seemed to hear a very light and cold laugh.
The woman's cold, remote gaze followed old Wen's line of sight to the empty space, where nothing was.
"What are you?"
"You borrow a human body, yet you dare not show your true face. If I'm not mistaken, your true form is not here."
"Doppelganger? Or a puppet?"
The flame was almost solidified, immobile and stationary in place.
The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cold aura, "If you have come for me, you shouldn't have only this much to offer, and you shouldn't be alone. Therefore, encountering me is an accident."
"You didn't expect to meet me here, did you?"
A hint of a smile appeared in the woman's eyes, instantly dispelling the original gloom, "Playing so joyfully with a group of ordinary people and wasting such high-level magic as 'inverse springtime' on such a worthless person, are you weak or strong?"
"You would use 'inverse springtime' if I say you're weak, but if I say you're strong, why don't you act in the area inhabited by the human sects, instead choosing to hide on this ship? Are you worried about being wiped out by the human cultivators?"
"Meeting each other is fate. As for the 'inverse springtime' technique, it consumes spiritual energy, and you can only use it a few more times. Why not make a deal?"
"There's no need to waste any more time with these ordinary people. Even if you yourself were to arrive, you wouldn't be able to kill me."
"I'll join your game. What's the fun in playing with those ordinary people? Let's play together instead."
"As for my conditions, they are also very simple."
The woman extended a finger into the air, "Help me kill a person."
The joints are like bamboo, coiled and resembling the spinal bones of some animal, shimmering with a faint cold light.
The flame hovered for a long time before materializing in mid-air and appearing in front of the woman.
["Who is it?"]
The woman lowered her eyelashes and softly said, "Me."
Old Wen was lying on the ground, his hair stood on end. He was too scared to stay any longer in that place and slowly crawled forward, pretending to himself, until a foot stepped on his neck and finally stopped.
On the fourth try, old wen directly gave up. He sat on the ground, sweating profusely, "I'm not playing anymore! I'm not playing anymore! The old man isn't playing anymore!"
"What about gold and jewels, or traveling through the heavens and earth? The old man wants none of it!"
His voice was very loud, mumbling like he was venting emotions to the flame, or conversing with emptiness. There were faint traces of madness. The candlelight reflected in his eye socket started to burn and redden.
The flame flickered and flew quickly, directly smashing into the old man's head.
【The game has already begun.】
Old Wen was momentarily stunned. Everything he had experienced beforehand was like tissue paper, and it was all directly taken away from him. His head was left blank, until his brother who was also in the ship's cabin slapped him a few times and woke him up.
"Monkey?"
Old Wen muddledly opened his eyes, and the monkey looked at him worriedly, "Old Man, what's wrong with you? As soon as I came in, I saw you lying on the ground."
"You haven't eaten your dinner yet, are you hungry? I brought some wine and food over, all of which you like to eat."
The monkey struggled to pull old Wen up from the ground, pressing him down into a chair. The candlelight on the table flickered, very eye-catching.
Old Wen felt like he had forgotten something. His crotch was wet, and his whole body smelled of sweat, as if he had just had a very terrifying nightmare.
He touched his neck, which was as oily as pork fat, and breathed a sigh of relief.
That's good. There are no scars on it.
Nor has anyone's swift sword fallen, cutting off anyone's head.
When this thought emerged, old Wen scared himself.
It's strange why there's such a terrifying thought?
"Old Man, come on, have a drink!"
Old Wen scratched his scalp, feeling that he probably just slept dazedly. He forced a smile at the corners of his mouth and drank the wine in his cup.
It should be ... just a nightmare, right?
The wine clashed against the cup wall when they clinked their cups, and old Wen's feet, the waves crashed against the ship's wall.
BOOM—
Zheng He opened his eyes in the face of the incoming storm.
At that moment, she was just like a maoha hanging in the sea, with baby arm-thick ropes wrapped around her body, and she was about to crash into the dark ship wall.
Her toes touched the ship wall, barely maintaining her balance. Zheng He was confused, thinking, where on earth had she been brought here?
The raging wind and giant waves, the black tide like a beast, were opening their mouths and roaring towards the sky, while the gods gathered in this place with thunder and lightning as weapons, pressing down heavily on this giant beast.
In the battle between the ocean and the sky, a pure black giant ship swayed with the waves in between.
Zheng He tightly clutched the rope, her mouth dry, and a momentary sharp pain in her temples, accompanied by a buzzing sound, swiftly engulfed her entire brain.
How can it be so painful?
It's like someone took a knife and twisted and chopped around inside her brain.
She let go and repeatedly collided her head against the giant ship, using pain to stop the pain.
Bloodstains were stuck to the ship wall, which were soon cleaned up by the sea water.
Soon, her head no longer hurt, but she felt very dizzy.
Her head was dullly pressed against the ship wall, her eyes listlessly relying on this giant ship. Even amidst the waves in the sea, she could still smell the faint wooden scent emanating from the ship.
A glimmer of light suddenly flashed in her murky eyes. She couldn't help but reach out and touch the giant ship.
Familiar textures, familiar scents; she seemed to have stroked this giant ship a million times before.
And a name naturally appeared in her mind.
"Jiaomujue..."
She remembered. The name of the ship was Jiaomujue.
The horn of the Dragon.
It was a name she had given, it was her ship.
In the instant when this name emerged, two pieces of memory squeezed into her head simultaneously, biting and struggling for her will.
"Am I transmigrating?"
Zheng He looked up, her brows furrowed.
She was a dance director signed by the provincial theater group, and before she transmigrated, she was surveying local Chinese opera in the countryside.
On her way home in the car, she saw a truck out of control ahead, about to collide with a school bus loaded with students. In her desperation, she didn't hesitate and floored the accelerator, racing towards the truck.
The last memory was a scream, and she pushed the truck off course. Afterwards, it was a whirlwind, and she lost consciousness.
When she woke up again, she had become a maoha hanging in the sea, drifting with the wind.
It was a coincidence that the body she occupied also happened to be named Zheng He.
From the vague memories that flashed across her mind, it seems that the original owner was the deputy captain of the Jiaomujue Ship.
The memories of the two worlds were fighting in Zheng He's mind, leaving her confused and unable to think clearly for the time being.
Thinking was like being sliced with a knife in the depths of her skull.
Another giant wave struck, lifting Jiaomujue into the air. The wave receded, and the ship crashed heavily onto the sea surface, splashing up countless white waves.
The rough rope rubbed deep red bloodstains on Zheng He's body. She hung in the air, swaying back and forth, looking disheveled but dare not let go.
She couldn't just hang there forever.
She needed to figure out a way to go back.
If there was a knife, it would at least be able to cut the rope and allow her to climb up.
But Zheng He only had a tattered and indistinctly colored outfit on her. Where could she find a knife?
She didn't know how she had fallen off the ship, or which bastard had hung her here like a fish drying in the sun.
She was about to be marinated in seawater.
Zheng He sighed.
Just as she was worried, an ax fell from the sky and was about to pass by Zheng He. Just as it was about to fall into the sea, Zheng He's feet pressed against the ship wall, and she kicked with all her might. Like a maoha, she swung across the wind and rain, accurately catching this ax.
"Absolutely not let this ax fall into the sea."
In the instant of her sprint, Zheng He's heart raced as the only thought in her mind was to catch that ax before it fell into the sea.
【Iron tools that fall into the sea will inevitably lead to something terrible.】
This thought made Zheng He pause. What terrible thing?
Now is not the time to think about this, Zheng He wound the rope around her arm several times, and then used the axe to cut it, finally regaining her ability to move.
Zheng He bit down on the axe handle, holding the axe in her mouth, and grabbed the rope with both hands to climb up.
The muscles in her arms and thighs tensed up, resembling a smooth and sturdy river.
Zheng He was only focused on climbing up, without looking back. She didn't notice that behind her, the black sea surface turned out countless blue-skinned heads. Each face flashed a pale cold light, just like countless snow-white eyes staring at her as she climbed up slowly.
