The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

The wind at the dock was much stronger than I had imagined.

Zhou Bingheng walked around to Su Xingmian's side and turned up her collar to block the wind.

"Get on the boat first."

The officer on duty at the dock took the documents, flipped to the last page of the approval document, looked at it for a couple of seconds, and then let them pass.

The speedboat sailed out of the dock, and the waves crashed bigger and bigger.

Zhou Bingheng sat down next to her and reached out to pull her closer to him.

"Feeling unwell?"

"good."

She said it was okay, but the sensation in her meridians felt like her roots were soaking in a jar of highly concentrated salt water, a pricking and scratchy feeling.

As the speedboat passed through the breakwater, the view suddenly opened up.

Since Su Xingmian took human form, he has traveled a considerable distance from Pingxi Village to the capital and then to Helan Mountain, but he has never seen such scenery before.

The sea stretches to the horizon.

It was a deep, grayish-blue color, and you couldn't see the end of it.

Waves surged in from afar, one after another, crashing against the ship's side, creating white foam, then receding before arriving again.

She extended her demonic power downwards by an inch.

The rocks in the shallow water are covered with dense algae, their roots clinging to the crevices of the rocks, and their leaves swaying slowly in the current.

Further in, clumps of seaweed stretched for miles.

The fish darted past the tops of the seaweed, disappearing in a flash with a flick of their tails.

A jellyfish drifted by, its tentacles trailing long trails of fluorescent light.

Deeper in, a huge, dark creature swam by, its body twice the length of a jeep, its mouth opening and closing, sucking in half a ton of seawater and then spewing it out.

It turns out that a whole world is hidden beneath the sea.

She silently compared herself to Helan Mountain in her mind.

The Helan Mountains are dry and hard; when the wind blows, sand and dust hit your face, but once the roots take hold, they are firmly planted.

This sea is wet and salty, drifting and swaying, making it difficult to even stand still.

It looks good.

But she still preferred Helan Mountain.

The speedboat stopped about five kilometers away from the core sea area.

It's impossible to go any further.

Zhou Bingheng scanned the area with his binoculars and saw several large ships lying on the distant sea, painted white, with cranes and iron arms standing on their decks.

That was the mother ship for the imported deep-sea diving equipment that the Jiang family had acquired.

He lowered his binoculars and looked back at the two sailors on board.

"Thank you both for your help. Please go up to the deck and keep an eye on the movements of the surrounding ships. Call me if anything happens."

The two looked at each other, and Zhou Bingheng added another sentence.

"My wife gets seasick, so I'm staying in the cabin with her to rest for a while."

The person is gone.

As soon as the iron door to the cabin closed, Su Xingmian was already untying her shoelaces.

He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and walked barefoot to the stern platform.

"hiss!"

The moment the seawater slicked up, it felt like hundreds of tiny needles were piercing my soles at once.

She gritted her teeth and refused to back down.

The seven layers of demonic power circulated rapidly, surging up from the soles of the feet and enveloping the soles.

Three minutes later, the stabbing pain subsided.

The cost is that the demonic power is being rapidly depleted.

The life force within the meridians gradually leaked out, only to be absorbed by this boundless saltwater.

There's no time to waste.

Su Xingmian closed her eyes and poured her demonic power down into her body.

The life force flowed along the seawater beneath my feet and penetrated the root system of the nearest patch of shallow seaweed.

The seaweed's sense of touch became her sense of touch.

Every leaf, every tendril.

Then the next one.

Next one.

The demonic power spread rapidly along the underwater plant community, leaping one after another to form a net.

The entirety of the Ghost's Sorrow Sea appeared in her mind.

Political Commissar Xu is right. This place is truly eerie.

The seabed is full of reefs, one on top of another.

Giant kelp grew between the reefs, the longest exceeding fifty meters, with stems thicker than her thigh. Its roots clung tightly to the rocks, and its leaves spread out in the ocean currents, blocking out the sun.

Deeper inside are Sargassum seaweed, making it completely impermeable.

No wonder the sonar swept in like a blind man's.

But for Su Xingmian, this dead land was a transparent map.

Her senses continued to penetrate deeper.

We passed through the kelp forest, crossed the Sargassum layer, until we reached a narrow trench fissure.

At the bottom of the crack, a cluster of extremely tough deep-sea giant kelp was tightly wedged something.

Su Xingmian's breath hitched.

It was a rectangular metal box with a few scratches on the corners from the reef, but the overall structure was intact.

South Survey - 07-A.

found it.

Just as she was about to open her eyes, the underwater plants suddenly sent back a violent tremor. It was more like pain.

A massive deep-sea submersible is propelling forward at full speed.

The cutting propeller at the front rotates at high speed, breaking anything it touches.

The kelp was mashed into a paste, and the sargassum was shredded into tiny pieces.

The entire route was a scene of devastation.

The Jiang family's equipment.

Su Xingmian's expression changed, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

She opened her eyes.

"elder brother."

Zhou Bingheng squatted down in front of her, remaining silent the entire time.

"Found it."

She speaks very quickly.

"The bottom of the crack is about sixty meters deep, but the Jiang family's cutter is only four hundred meters away from the box, at most thirty minutes."

Zhou Bingheng stood up and estimated in his mind that it would take them forty minutes to get there at full speed.

It was ten minutes off.

Without hesitation, Zhou Bingheng turned around, opened the cabin door, and rushed onto the deck.

"Start the boat, full speed! Bearing..."

He turned around, and Su Xingmian recited a string of numbers.

With a roar of its engine, the speedboat cleaved through the waves and surged forward.

The wind on the sea grew stronger, and waves crashed over one after another, tossing the speedboat back and forth and keeping its speed extremely low.

Su Xingmian held onto the cabin wall, her feet still soaking in the seawater that had seeped in from the deck, her senses of demonic power never wavering.

Three hundred and fifty meters.

The cutting propeller shredded the last piece of sargassum, revealing a crack.

250 meters.

That's too late.

Su Xingmian plopped down on the cabin floor, pressing her hands firmly against the metal deck.

All the vital energy accumulated in his meridians was unleashed in one breath without reservation.

Trying to steal things from the plants' territory.

Did you ask me?