This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 371 A Narrow Escape

The sun rises from the sea.

A battered and dilapidated ship, carrying many people, raised its sails and sailed towards the distant ocean.

The ship's hull was as black as ink, resembling a giant monster crawling out of a grave.

Even the billowing sails were black and worn.

Atop the tall mast, a flag emblazoned with a scarlet skull fluttered in the wind, displaying the terrifying identity of this massive ship that struck fear into the hearts of all merchants.

On the deck, a handsome old man with red hair was tilting his head slightly, gazing at the distant sky with his weathered eyes.

"It'll rain tonight, but don't worry, it won't be too heavy..."

After a long while, he murmured something, his expression as calm and profound as ever.

"boom--"

Not long after it got dark, thick streaks of lightning flashed across the night sky.

Before long, a violent storm struck.

The waves surged one after another, like strange, undulating mountain peaks, roaring as they crashed into the ship, leaping over railings and onto the deck, going back and forth tirelessly.

The dilapidated ship, like a leaf in a hurricane, stumbled and swayed in the raging winds and waves, its direction lost.

The people in the cabin were dizzy and disoriented from the rocking.

Meng Yang, who had been indifferent and disdainful of the ocean when he boarded the ship, was now vomiting profusely.

The other people's expressions were also not good.

The power of nature far surpasses that of any visible or tangible enemy on land.

Lightning makes one's heart pound, thunder makes one tremble.

The howling storm and raging waves made it hard to breathe, as if a terrifying force was choking you.

The crew members, who had seen many big events, remained calm.

Luo Zijun had already returned to her room.

Water Dance naturally accompanies him.

The two were talking in the room, but at this moment, they had no choice but to hug each other and roll around.

"Won't this wrecked ship fall apart?"

Luo Zijun was very worried.

They had only been at sea for a day, and hadn't even approached the waters of the Nine Islands Kingdom yet, and there was already such a huge storm. He seriously doubted whether the ship could successfully cross that supposedly terrifying sea area.

Shui Wu clung tightly to him, saying, "Father said that the Red Skull Ship is the sturdiest ship in the world."

"Well, I guess I'll hope so."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a crew member shouted from outside: "Quickly inform the captain, the hull is leaking!"

Disorganized footsteps echoed on the deck outside, in the adjacent corridor, and on the stairs leading to the bottom of the cabin.

"It's okay, it'll be fine after a quick fix."

Shuiwu offered gentle words of comfort, appearing quite calm.

The storm raged all night.

The next day.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the sky cleared.

The sun rose slowly from the distant sea, and the raging waves disappeared without a trace.

Last night's torrential rain and strong winds seem like nothing more than a dream.

The dilapidated ship still sailed steadily on the sea, its black hull showing no signs of wind or waves.

The holes in the hull have long been patched up.

This finally gave Wang Qiangzhuang and his group confidence in the large ship.

Three days later, the storm struck again that night.

However, having learned from the first experience, everyone was much calmer this time.

Looking at the battered and dilapidated ship, as sturdy as steel, it still sailed steadily forward after two storms.

Another ten days passed.

On this day, even though it was daytime, the sky in front of us was unusually dark, and the seawater it created was also gloomy and terrifying.

The sky and the sea on both sides seemed like two different worlds, one black and one white.

It looks extremely eerie.

The large ship, which sails during the day, is carrying everyone, braving the wind and waves, heading towards the darkness ahead.

"It seems that the area ahead is the sea known as the Dark World."

"Gentlemen, we are about to officially enter the waters of the Nine Islands Country!"

At this moment, the crew members, who had remained extremely calm throughout the journey, finally became serious.

Redbird also came to the deck, gazing into the darkness ahead.

The large ship did not stop; it billowed its sails and bravely sailed into that dark world.

In an instant, night fell!
The boundless darkness instantly swallowed everyone's vision.

"Zi-"

A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the pitch-black sky.

The once calm seawater seemed to be suddenly awakened, and immediately began to sway, layer upon layer.

The tide began to build. Overhead, dark clouds began to churn, streaks of lightning flashing across them.

A terrible storm is coming!
"Get into the cabin!"

Shui Nan shouted at Wang Qiangzhuang and the others, then immediately leaned on his crutch and strode swiftly to the watchtower.

"boom--"

As soon as Wang Qiangzhuang and his companions entered the cabin, they heard a huge clap of thunder explode overhead.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose, and towering waves surged.

The entire ship immediately began to shake violently, bobbing up and down.

This storm was more terrifying than the previous ones; the entire ship was thrown into the air several times and almost capsized.

Wang Qiangzhuang and the others were all terrified in the cabin.

The storm lasted for two days and one night, and the swaying ship finally sailed out of this dark world.

The sky seemed to brighten, and visibility was finally restored.

But upon closer inspection, the sky was still covered with dark clouds, and not a ray of sunshine could be seen.

Even so, Wang Qiangzhuang and the others immediately felt as if they had been reborn.

Once on the deck, looking at the finally calmed waves and the sky regaining some light, the group breathed a long sigh of relief.

"I thought I was going to drown at sea last night."

Yang Yan couldn't help but sigh.

Song Erlang, still exuding elegance, waved his folding fan as he walked to the railing, gazing thoughtfully at the calm sea outside, seemingly preparing to recite a poem.

Meng Yang glanced at the sea next to him, then suddenly sneered, turned to look at Wang Qiangzhuang and said, "I thought this godforsaken place had some kind of three-headed, six-armed monster, but it turns out it's just some waves. This is what they call a sea where you have to die nine times out of ten?"

Wang Qiangzhuang looked serious and was about to speak when he suddenly said, "Be careful!"

"Shh!"

A thick, black tentacle suddenly flew out of the sea and shot towards Meng Yang, who was facing away from the railing, like an arrow.

Meng Yang suddenly dodged to the side!

At the same time, Song Erlang, who was standing next to him, flashed a cold light in his hand and slashed at the back of him.

"Snapped!"

A sharp black tentacle flew onto the deck, skimming past Meng Yang's side, and was swiftly cut down by Song Erlang with a single stroke.

A moment too late, and that sharp black tentacle might have already pierced through Meng Yang's body!

Meng Yang was terrified and turned to look at the sea below.

The black tentacle, whose body had been severed, quickly retracted back to the bottom of the water and disappeared.

"Get away from the railing!"

From the observation deck, Shui Nan immediately shouted.

Everyone's expression changed, and they all stepped back and left the railing.

At this moment, the severed black tentacle was writhing and crawling on the deck, seemingly preparing to escape back into the sea.

Enraged, Meng Yang immediately stepped forward and stomped hard on the black tentacle, cursing, "You despicable and shameless beast! If you have the guts, come up here and fight me fair and square! You only know how to hide in the dark seabed and ambush me!"

"Snapped!"

The black tentacles were crushed to pieces, and dark green liquid oozed out, finally ceasing their writhing and twisting.

Meng Yang cursed a few more times before removing his foot.

"What the hell is this? An octopus monster?"

Song Erlang was very curious. He held a folding fan in his hand, squatted down and looked down. But just as he was looking at it with his eyes wide open, a black object suddenly flew out from the corpse that had been trampled into a puddle of mud. It pierced through his right eye and went into his head!
"Fuck!"

He suddenly stood up, covered his eyes, and before he could even feel the pain, his head suddenly swelled up and exploded with a "bang"!

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and brains splattered!

His headless corpse remained standing there, holding a folding fan, looking utterly bewildered and helpless...

Everyone else around was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

The recently released Mengyang is even more astonishing.

"Get out of the way!"

At this moment, two crew members rushed over and sprinkled two puffs of white powder onto the tentacle corpse on the ground.

"laugh--"

Green smoke rose, and the pile of rotten things began to twist violently again, decaying and disappearing as it twisted.

At this moment, Shui Nan came down from the observation deck and said in a deep voice, "Go in and take a bath, wash your belongings clean, and take all your clothes out to be burned!"

"Uncle Nan, what kind of monster is this?"

Luo Zijun couldn't help but ask.

Shui Nan said with a serious expression, "Go take a shower and change your clothes first, and I'll explain later!"

No one dared to hesitate any longer, nor did they have time to be shocked or sad. They immediately returned to their cabins, took off their clothes, and took a shower.

Meng Yang trembled as he washed his body.

The others were also filled with fear and apprehension.

A living person was gone in the blink of an eye, right in front of them, without any warning.

Is this place truly a place where nine out of ten people who enter will die?

(End of this chapter)