Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 435: Careless
"Heavens, why are you here again? Watching a warehouse is more tiring than farming!"

"Sigh, nothing good ever comes our way, so many people have died here..."

"Enough!" the one-eyed man in the lead shouted. "If you can't control your mouth, cut it off, or you'll be sewn up and thrown into the sea to feed the fish!"

The one-eyed man clearly commanded respect, and the remaining guards all kept their mouths shut.

The one-eyed man himself had his doubts, but fear made him choose to keep quiet.

The remaining eye had very little vision left, and the green moon was blurred into a terrifying green spot, like the beginning of mold growth in the sky.

The one-eyed man felt fear, but soon that fear was kneaded by his restless heart into a stubborn rock called disgust, which blocked the middle of his lung.

He didn't know what the green moon in front of him was. The excitement of the monsters and the bewilderment of the humans seemed like a strange melody lingering in his heart.

The one-eyed man smacked his lips, trying to ignore the nausea emanating from his lungs.

At the very least, the one-eyed man silently realized that he had been assigned to guard the warehouse.

The He family next door had long been drained of blood, their unseeing corpses piled on that strange scale.

Despite seeing the convoy transporting materials, the one-eyed man did not move, but simply gripped the wooden stick in his arms tightly.

"It's Lord Tanxian! How come it's this plague... that's come..."

The tense voice behind him alerted the one-eyed man with blurred vision. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately led his men to meet them.

"Greetings, sir! If you need anything, just give the word, and we will do our best. How could we dare trouble you to come all this way?"

The one-eyed man hunched over, speaking in a fawning tone, as if afraid of displeasing Tanxian.

After all… recalling Tanxian’s methods, the one-eyed man couldn’t help but shudder.

Wei Xi, who was playing the role of the moss, didn't budge an inch, only giving the one-eyed man a cold glance.

The one-eyed man felt as if he were being stared at by some kind of ferocious beast. The blood in his veins stopped flowing and then congealed into blood shards that firmly embedded themselves in every crevice.

Wei Xi had met Tan Xian twice, and it wasn't difficult for him to play the role of Tan Xian, who was irritable, easily angered, and occasionally human.

After all, few beasts in the Dongyi region could control the moss's skin.

Although [Thousand Faces] is not currently on Lian Gou Lang's skin, Wei Xi has transformed into Tan Xian by taking two pills.

Let me repeat myself: Wei An's bundled sales have no other drawbacks except for the forced buying and selling!

With the moss covering his body, Wei Xi traveled without hindrance, swaggering into the convoy transporting refining materials.

Ah, no, they took over the material delivery team with a perfectly justified attitude.

Wei Xi mimicked Tan Xian's arrogant tone and said disdainfully, "Old man, why aren't you opening the warehouse? Do you think I have much free time to waste with you?"

The one-eyed man felt as if he had been granted a pardon—at least he had escaped with his life! Recently, the atmosphere in Dongyi was tense. Even the usually arrogant and unrestrained Devouring Beast had been punished, and countless slaves like them, who were less than ants, had died.

Therefore, the one-eyed man moved with almost light steps, instructing his men to inspect the goods and open the warehouse.

The so-called inspection should, in principle, involve verifying the goods against the samples and registering their names, quantities, quality, and types before it's considered complete. But with that demon standing there, even if the one-eyed man had the guts of a bear and the gall of a leopard, he wouldn't dare let it wait.

Therefore, they only glanced at the contents to see if there were any smuggled goods before preparing to open the warehouse and release the people.

Wei Xi appeared nonchalant, but his gaze was actually fixed intently on the opening process:
The one-eyed man brought out a golden statue of a half-human, half-octopus creature with crooked eyes and a slanted mouth, and respectfully placed it on a dark blue-green rock.

Although the golden statue was not particularly striking in appearance, its sculpting technique was superb, and its foolish and eerie expression was unsettling no matter how you looked at it.

The golden statue, as if brought to life, shook its head and swayed, and the prayer wheel it held in its hands even produced gold beads of varying sizes as it moved.

A moment later, the seven gold tokens were picked up by the one-eyed man's men, each holding one with undisguised terror on their faces.

Before Wei Xi could react, seven whirlpools of different colors appeared on the nearby sea surface.

"What are you waiting for? Do you think someone will invite you?"

Prompted by the one-eyed man, these trembling, grief-stricken men untied the clearly repaired fishing net from their waists, tied their straw sandals around their waists, and walked barefoot into the whirlpool.

Wei Xi narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had made a discovery.

Seven fishing nets landed precisely in the center of the whirlpool and were submerged by the dark seawater. Then, the men's lean arms suddenly straightened, as if they had caught a huge sea fish underwater.

To be honest, these men are clearly malnourished; it's hard to say whether the fish ate them or the men caught them.

But the thick-waisted man in the very middle gritted his teeth and pulled up a... deformed sea fish.

Wei Xi could see clearly that the brown-skinned, toothy fish was about half a person's height, thrashing about in the fishing net, its thumb-thick teeth fiercely gnawing at the net, and its gills on its head opening and closing, revealing the dark red membrane inside.

Such an ugly, strange fish was regarded as a treasure by the man who caught it in the net, who grabbed the net and desperately tried to run ashore.

As if provoked, the remaining six men fought with bloodshot eyes, pulling the fish forward one by one, as if they would rather lose their arms than lose the fish in the net.

Wei Xijue realized something—it seemed the last fish caught online was likely to lose his life.

It's unclear what role the fish and the golden statue played, and what this scene has to do with opening the warehouse.
Wei Xi's doubts were quickly answered: after fierce competition, the battle for last place finally came to an end.

The old man, in his early fifties, defeated the boy, who was only ten years old. The boy helplessly dragged the fishing net up, his eyes instantly turning red.

The one-eyed man glanced at the "Tanxian" lord, whose face was dark and unreadable, and secretly grew anxious. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Third son! Are you stupid?! What are you doing not opening the granary? Are you waiting to be plagued?"

The third boy was actually about the same age as Wei Xi, but he was skinny and bony, clearly having suffered a lot in life. Hearing this, he knew that Uncle One-Eyed was doing it for his own good, so he quickly wiped away his tears and dragged the net into the whirlpool.

The seawater was waded through by the three boys' stick-thin legs, and the ripples they created were longer than the boys' lives.

Wei Xi felt a stomach ache, and after a moment realized that Lian Gou Lang was just a skin, so where did it get a stomach?
"Wait a minute," Wei Xi said slowly, not even glancing at the one-eyed man who was fawning over him, "What's the point of this dry-looking kid?"

The one-eyed man's heart skipped a beat. He cursed the moss-covered creature as a beast, but on the surface, he smiled like an old chrysanthemum and replied, "Lord Moss-covered creature, there's nothing we can do about it. Grandpa Golden Statue chose this place, but the third boy was unlucky and couldn't compare to the others, so he could only enter this Hundred Demon Tomb..."

"Otherwise, we can't open the position!"

I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken the subway during Beijing's morning rush hour... One morning rush hour experience can take a lifetime to heal...

There are probably about 20 more chapters left to finish Bone Reef Sea, then a few more transitional chapters, and then it's time for Volume 4!