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

Meanwhile, in the command cabin of the Jiang family's salvage ship.

The operator shouted, "Report! The submersible's mechanical grippers have entered the crevice and are less than ten meters from the target!"

Jiang Shuo stood behind the sonic control panel, one hand on Song Qingqing's waist, the other holding an enamel cup, and took a sip.

"good."

He pinched her waist and whispered in her ear.

"This precognitive dream came at just the right time."

Song Qingqing's lips curled slightly.

After the system energy was restored to 60%, she spent all the points she had accumulated over the past half month on a single purchase of a precision positioning anchor point item.

The coordinates were directly input into the navigation system of the Jiang family's deep-sea submersible, saving search time.

She had to make sure that she got credit for retrieving the box.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

So what if Zhou Bingheng and Su Xingmian come?

This area of ​​water is under the control of the joint command, and their speedboats are blocked five kilometers away from the perimeter.

By the time they finished the paperwork and arrived, the box had already been placed in the recycling bin.

Song Qingqing's breathing quickened.

"Eight meters."

"Six meters."

"Mechanical clamps deploy, preparing to engage the target..."

Song Qingqing was itching to open a bottle of champagne.

"Four meters..."

The operator suddenly choked.

The image on the screen jittered.

"What's going on?"

Jiang Shuo put down his enamel mug and took half a step forward.

The operator's fingers clattered on the keyboard, sweat trickling down his forehead and temples.

"The sonar is being heavily interfered with, and the underwater footage is all..."

He swallowed hard.

"It's all seaweed."

The seabed is 60 meters deep.

The giant seaweed that had been hanging half-dead on the cracked rock wall all woke up at the same moment.

The stem swells rapidly from the root.

A length of ten meters or so can be increased to thirty or forty meters in a few seconds.

The leaf straightened out, wide enough for an adult to lie on.

The metal fingers of the mechanical pliers were less than two meters away from the handle of the metal box.

The first strip of kelp was pulled out from the side wall of the crack and wrapped around the joint of the left robotic arm.

The second one immediately followed.

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The submersible's pilot reacted quickly enough to slam on the engine.

The propeller churned up a cloud of white turbidity as it desperately retreated.

It can't be pulled.

Maximum power.

It still won't budge.

The seaweed infused with demonic power is as resilient as a steel cable.

"Click."

The dull thud of metal breaking came from the deep water.

The left robotic arm was twisted into a rope by the seaweed, and black oil sprayed out of the broken end of the hydraulic pipe, bursting into a cloud of mist in the water.

The alarm in the command center blared down on us.

"Left arm hydraulic pressure loss!"

"Right arm power dropped by 70%!"

"Shell deformation warning!"

Jiang Shuo's enamel mug was shaken off the edge of the table and fell to the ground, scattering shards of paint all over the floor.

"Exit the rift."

"We can't retreat! Both directions are completely blocked!"

Song Qingqing's lower back slammed against the bulkhead.

The mechanical voice in my head started again.

[Warning: Large-scale unknown energy fluctuations detected in the core area. The movement trajectory of the marine plant community deviates significantly from natural patterns...]

She had no interest in listening to the system's nonsense.

She stared at the very bottom of the sonar screen.

The outline of the metal box is moving.

Upwards.

"The box has been moved!"

The operator's voice had split into two.

"The target is breaking away from the crack, and its ascent speed does not conform to the normal ocean current parameters at this depth."

Several bundles of the thickest seaweed were woven into a bottom net to steadily support the metal box.

Higher up, dozens of seaweed strips alternately roll and twist, passing the baton upwards level by level.

Passing through the Sargassum layer.

Beyond the canopy of the kelp forest.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

The decommissioned submersible was still tightly wrapped in the crack, while the box was already heading straight for the surface.

"Stop it!"

Jiang Shuo spoke sternly.

"What about the backup equipment?"

"They're still on deck and haven't even entered the water! Too late!"

*

One kilometer away.

On the metal plate of the speedboat's cabin, Su Xingmian's face was so white it was almost transparent.

He kept his hands pressed against the deck, and a line of bluish-green veins slid along the back of his hands.

The demon's last breath was poured into that push.

My meridians were burning with pain, as if every vein was being scorched by the high concentration of salt, burning out from between my bones.

She really hates the sea.

But the box came up.

Entrust.

Please ask again.

Her vision went black and her ears were ringing.

"Something's surfaced at the 10 o'clock position on the port side!"

The sailors on deck rushed to the side of the ship.

A clump of dark green seaweed rose from the bottom of the wave, carrying a heavy, square object, and crashed directly into the side of the speedboat.

With a "bang," the speedboat swayed sideways.

As the waves receded, a scratched metal box was half-submerged and half-floated, wedged against the outside of the ship's side.

The older sailor almost lost his footing.

"Holy crap! This...this is...South Survey 07A!"

He grabbed his companion's arm and shook it hard.

"Pull it up! Pull it up!"

The two men clung to the side of the boat, desperately trying to reach it.

This thing is ridiculously heavy; one person simply can't pull it.

The other person quickly pulled out a rope and hooked it around the handle. The two of them bent over and gritted their teeth as they pulled back.

The metal box slammed onto the deck, and seawater poured down through the gaps.

The older sailor squatted down, his fingers trembling as he touched the stamped lettering, examining it repeatedly.

Then he sprang up, and his voice cracked.

"Good heavens, this is the box... I've been looking for it for almost half a month!"

"How did it float to the surface?"

"Ocean currents! There must be ocean currents in the depths of Ghost's Sorrow. There's no other explanation. It's truly a blessing from God that we soldiers are here!"

Su Xingmian couldn't hear a single word clearly.

The connections in the meridians were all severed at the same instant.

She lay slumped in the corner of the cabin, not moving.

My body temperature is dropping.

The weight of the military overcoat pressed down.

Zhou Bingheng reached inside her coat and grasped her wrist.

It's as cold as ice.

The pulse is very shallow.

Thirty-three degrees.

It was a temperature one degree lower than when I first met her.

He didn't say anything, but held her hand in his palm and remained squatting in front of her without moving.

Two sailors on deck shouted at the top of their lungs.

Zhou Bingheng stood up and walked to the cabin door, blocking the view.

"My wife is lucky. On her first trip to the South China Sea, she was caught in an ocean current that carried her suitcase."

The older sailor slapped his thigh.

"What luck your sister-in-law has! She's a lucky charm for her husband, Political Commissar! Even the old navy men who sail this sea every year have never encountered such a thing, and she just happened to come along!"

Su Xingmian huddled under her coat, her eyelids drooping.

She brings good fortune to her husband.

Her lips twitched.

*

The command center remained quiet for a long time.

Jiang Shuo's confidants were trembling when they rushed up.

"The crate is gone. There are people dragging things onto the deck of the speedboat across the way. The submersible... is completely destroyed."

Jiang Shuo stood in front of the bulkhead and picked up his binoculars to look at the speedboat.

Song Qingqing leaned against the control panel, the taste of blood rising in her mouth.

The mechanical voice in my head was still ringing.

[The underwater plant community exhibited a directional, explosive growth and coordinated movement that defied natural laws within an extremely short period, driven by unknown energy. The characteristics of this energy waveform closely match those of anomalous events in Northwest China.]

She bit her tongue: "Was it Su Xingmian who did it?"

The system paused for 0.3 seconds.

[Su Xingmian's identity confirmed: 100% a native of this world. Data collection...interference encountered...unable to establish a causal link.]

"waste."

Song Qingqing silently swallowed those two words in her heart.

[It is recommended that the host accelerate the absorption of Qi and undergo retesting only after the energy has been fully restored.]

She didn't have time to deal with the crippled system right now.

What she needs to consider now is how to handle Jiang Shuo's anger.

"Su Xingmian has a secret."

Jiang Shuo did not turn around.

"The moment she appeared in this area of ​​the sea, the box that was less than four meters away flew away. It has nothing to do with whether my precognitive dreams are accurate or not; she herself is the variable."

Jiang Shuo did not get angry, but let out a low laugh.

"interesting."

He ordered the ships to move closer to the speedboats.