Yang Yuefan took advantage of the fact that the Zhiyuan and Dingyuan had not entered the port and took time to take off the line again.

The situation in Wangxiangcheng is still relatively stable for the time being. Nangong Yujun is holding a fortress with [Mechanical Heart]. In the past twelve days, he has not even taken off his helmet except for eating and drinking water. He fills it in as a magic crystal stone that drives energy. The more they are connected to the server, the less they dare not take it lightly.

Master Steve has been very honest recently. He has not left the house in his room for three days. Mrs. Li specially sent someone to monitor him. It is said that he had entered the witch's black tower alone before, and his nose bridge was interrupted when he came out.

Yang Yuefan estimated that other than Aifeilar, others did not have the strength in the Hei Tower. He knew that there was a master standing on his side and extremely close to the legendary level in Wangxiangcheng. He was both at ease and worried.

God knows if Afilar will explode one day? Then a chaotic demon of the entire legion was blown up, pushing Wangxiangcheng to the ground?

Fortunately, the witches were also worried about this problem. Since the Black Tower was built, they have almost closed themselves in it without leaving home.

Yang Yuefan wiped the nutrient solution on his body. Every time he fell asleep in the life capsule and woke up again, it would be a permanent damage to the human body, because it was almost a process of quick freezing and thawing.

But as a boss of the relevant department, if Yang Yuefan is interested in worrying about what happens ten years later, he is a dog.

Yang Yuefan is not a dog, he is a human being, so he is even more worried that he doesn't even have the chance to go offline in his sleep, and his body in reality will be eaten by the Chaos Monster.

Acharn, this hell guy has been quite honest recently. Yang Yuefan observed through the isolation door for a while and found that the life capsule containing Xu Yichen's body and the life capsule containing Acharn's body had no abnormality index, so he put his heart back in his stomach.

Just when Yang Yuefan was relieved and planned to return to the game to deal with Dingyuan isolation and epidemic prevention affairs, Acharn's survival pod suddenly exposed a reading that broke through the previous peak.

"This place probably, probably... is the comfort cabin." The monk Feng Wuyi explained weakly: "But I have walked over three thousand meters here and found no obvious arc, so I can't determine where this place is."

"Let's judge our position through practice." The Demon Hunter is an action-oriented faction. He did not waste time and directly took out the [War Disaster] Great Sword and stabbed the violently rotating sharp teeth into the wall made of flesh and blood.

"Are you having a party in the stomach of a disrespectful person?" The soul of the bloodletter, Terror, conveyed his strong protest through [War Scourge].

Xu Yichen guessed that what he was doing now was definitely something that Hox was most reluctant to experience. After all, this bloodletter who had been tortured by him several times had been autistic for a long time.

"Destiny my master! Stop, I'm almost vomiting!" Dex tried hard to slow down the speed of the [War Disaster], but it was not the real owner of this weapon.

The monk Feng Wuyi was almost spitted by the stinky blood and rotten pieces of meat, but he saw Xu Yichen, who had dug more than a meter deep on the wall in less than a minute, and he became even more determined to not give up his weapons.

If someone advises me to make a pledge of poverty or something in the future, I will introduce him to my boss and ask them to talk to each other alone.

As Xu Yichen excavated, the monk noticed that the passages like the surrounding intestines seemed to be twisting and squirming, as if they were being stimulated.

Feng Wuyi suddenly felt a bad feeling: "Hey, wait a moment! It seems..."

Before he could finish speaking, the entire passage suddenly twitched violently, and the monk and the demon hunter were suddenly sprayed out like foreign objects stuck in their throats.

After a series of extremely violent pushes and rolls, the monk Feng Wuyi finally saw where he is now.

The rotten inner cabin of a wooden warship was filled with mossy coverings. The place where it once belonged to the keel had been replaced by a spine of unknown creatures, covered with slender tentacles, which were struggling to spit mucus and repair holes in the hull.

The monk saw a basin-sized hole not far away from him, which should have been caused by the Dingyuan shelling. The dark sea water was on the other side of the hole, and some unknown force prevented the sea water from flowing in.

They are really inside the comforting world now, and they are still at the bottom of the sea.

Feng Wuyi looked back and looked at the place where he was sprayed out. A hideous giant mouth that occupied a wall alone was still coughing up blood. Looking at that posture, he looked like a tuberculosis patient.

But as someone who had just been traveling inside, Feng Wuyi was ridiculous. He felt his stomach also rumbling, and then he lay on the ground and vomited suddenly.

The monk lying on the ground saw the pale worms squirming among the decaying wood products, each with almost the length of his nails. They were glowing, with many eyes and teeth, and these maggots were everywhere, and many had climbed onto his body.

The silver flames burned and spread from behind, dispersing the swarm of insects on the monk's body. Xu Yichen patted his shoulder: "Don't be in a hurry to vomit, I believe there must be more disgusting scenes in this ship. Let's go around and see if we can find the bastard named Acharn."

No, I don't like your description at all, which makes me even more disgusting. Feng Wuyi wiped the corners of his mouth and followed Xu Yichen. He noticed that wherever Xu Yichen passed, all the disgusting things retreated, and the original color of the comfort number was revealed, and then water began to seep.

Archarn knew that the comfort was injured again, and it was sunk by the same enemy again, this time it performed much better than the previous few times, and maybe the next time the winner would be no longer those Cyris.

He didn't like his life in comfort, but he couldn't leave here. He raised his glass and drank the blood in the glass. It tasted like a soup made of sour and rotten organs, but this thing was indeed constantly nourishing Acharn's body.

He endured his disgust and pondered his future plans. This kind of reckless life satisfied all the fantasies that had arisen in his mind, even the most exaggerated scenes in his dreams, he had experienced them one by one.

He began to get bored, and he wanted to find some more fun to fill his deepening sense of emptiness.
Chapter completed!