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On the sea.

The rice-making activity is still in full swing.

Aurora was simmering a thick soup next to a large pot that was half her height, using fresh water, kelp, mushrooms, butter, and diced clam meat that couldn't be grilled.

"Glug... Glug..."

Milky white bubbles were bubbling on the surface of the soup.

Xiao Jiu lay on Renyi's knees, her ten tentacles wriggling restlessly, staring longingly at the grill and soup pot along with the mermaids.

Although they are all seafood, they clearly have no psychological barriers to eating other seafood.

"It'll be ready soon."

Sita flipped the clam meat over, sprinkled it with coarse salt and spices, and the aroma exploded.

As long as she doesn't try to make a paste, this girl's cooking skills are pretty good!

Pick out a piece of tender meat at random and feed it to Xiao Jiu.

It has nothing to do with testing poison; it's just a habit.

Little Jiu chewed and chewed, then blew a bubble with satisfaction:

Ah~

"Eat it yourself."

Without indulging it, Renyi stuffed the next bite directly into his own mouth.

There was also a piping hot seafood sauce coated with butter and a touch of coarse salt that filled the taste buds, making it both tender and slightly chewy.

He turned to look at the merfolk who were standing to the side, swallowing their saliva, after finishing their work:

"We don't raise salted fish or starving ghosts on the boat; go get your own."

Only when you are well-fed can you have the energy to dedicate yourself to the Benevolent Society.

Carlos glanced at Ivan, who was inhaling the skewer like crazy, and then at Xiao Jiu, who was devouring skewers. Finally, he couldn't resist rushing to the grill, grabbing a clam meat, and stuffing it into his mouth.

One bite...

"!"

This wonderful aroma and spiciness...it's so delicious!

The dinner party on the deck was primitive and wild.

Ren Yi was surprised that the mermaids had been hungry for so long, and they had devoured hundreds of pounds of clam meat. Ivan found the rum he had left over and joined Nathan in mingling with the mermaids.

Under Klaus's death stare, Carlos, oblivious to everything, picked up the mop and began to play:

"Legend has it she still wanders the seas; beware the songs of the ocean!"

If you hear the waves gently singing, "LA di da di da," perhaps she is coming to find you.

......

The night was already deep.

After eating and drinking their fill, the creatures found places to rest, leaving only [Deep Sea Shadow] silently riding the waves.

The sea of ​​mist is even quieter at night, with only the sound of water being pushed aside.

After Sean escaped from the ninth floor, they didn't stop and weren't bothered by any people or monsters to avoid encountering more troublesome enemies. It's unclear whether Sean cleared out the area.

As time went by, the dark blue of the sky gradually faded.

He had been sitting in the observation cabin with his eyes closed, resting, but now he could open them at will.

The color of the seawater has changed.

The once clear water has become pitch black due to its extreme depth... The sea as far as the eye can see is gradually turning a murky brown.

At first, there were only a few scattered wisps of fluffy material floating around—

Like strands of aged blood.

The further east you sail, the denser and brighter the flocculent material becomes.

As dawn broke, the sea seemed to be filtered through a new lens. The sound of the Deep Sea Shadows pushing aside the water was no longer a "splashing" sound, but rather like tearing open a thick, wet cloth.

The undulations of the waves were tangled together by thick, red, thread-like material, forcibly flattened, creating a severe sense of stagnation.

"It tastes like tomato soup base for hot pot..."

Smack your lips casually.

"Red Devil." Carlos sat on the gunwale, carefully raising his tail to keep it from touching the sea. "The Silent Channel is a natural barrier, accessible only by clam shells. If a ship dares to enter, its propeller will be shredded in half a minute."

"If it falls in, there won't even be any crumbs left."

Green added.

This is also one of the reasons why he didn't just run away; without the clam shell, he simply couldn't cross the entrance to the Silent Channel.

"They are not proper plants, they are living devils, carnivorous."

If you accidentally fall in and get your hands on the sap of the red devil, you will hallucinate, be unable to climb back onto the boat, and eventually become their nourishment.

Thinking of his comrades who had been reduced to ashes, Pyramid Head shuddered.

A few thin red threads, like parasites, twisted and turned along the outer edge of the ship, seemingly searching for a crevice or a piece of skin to bite into.

Klaus frowned, raised the Newton, and prepared to smash them.

"etc."

He stared at it with great interest.

The Deep Sea Shadow's [Characteristic 1: Self-cleaning. Prevents dirt adhesion and cannot parasitize.] and [Characteristic 3: Acid resistance. Extremely high resistance to acid corrosion.] are practically designed to handle this kind of situation, so there's no need to worry.

But this dangerous carnivorous plant stretches endlessly, and as far as the eye can see, everything is a crimson expanse.

In other people's eyes.

This is a deadly chasm, but to him... isn't it just a mountain of free building materials, offering no resistance?

They are numerous, have hallucinogenic effects, and can strangle propellers...

Its resilience must be quite extraordinary, right?

One of them flipped over to the outside of the ship's side and, to Carlos's horrified gaze, stretched out his hand to reach the red devil on the horizon.

"Boss!"

late.

The moment Renyi's hand touched the sea surface, red threads, seemingly drifting aimlessly with the current, "whoosh" wrapped around his fingertips, secreting red mucus that tried to pierce the audacious creature's skin, but were blocked by his dark red python-patterned gloves.

He clenched his fist and gripped the Red Devil sword, feeling a sticky sensation coming from his palm.

【Parasitic nematode (Red Devil)】

[Comment: Parasites that only grow a torso and not a brain... Want to guess what they parasitize? PS: No prize for guessing correctly, but you might get in trouble if you guess wrong.]

"Decompose." Mentally repeat as you wish.

The spectacular scene of "clearing the entire map and looting gold coins and equipment" that I had been expecting did not happen.

Only the red thread, less than half a meter long, that he was holding in his fist turned into blue dust and disappeared into the air. The endless red 'algae' on the sea surface remained unchanged.

A line of text slowly popped up on the panel:

[Decomposition successful]

You have obtained: Anticoagulant Mucus *1

[Anticoagulated blood mucus]

[Evaluation: After contact with an open wound, it blocks platelet aggregation, reducing platelet count to zero. Oh, and it also helps with bowel movements. PS: A friendly reminder: be careful of internal bleeding.]

"..."

If it's useful, who would need to reduce their blood clotting ability?

But saying it's useless... if you apply it to a weapon, it can indeed give the opponent the thrill of a blood dam bursting.

Moreover, this massive swarm of parasites is composed of billions of independent red devil cells intertwined together.

Failed to exploit the bug.

He casually pulled out a piece of cloth from his pocket and wiped his gloves dry.

"Um...did you see any hallucinations? Like tiny people or something?" Klaus asked nervously.

A look of utter despair (눈_눈):

"I...saw poverty."