What is "a person who travels a hundred miles is half a ninety", Chu Huan understood this dangerous boat.

When people were forced to a certain situation, they basically didn't care about panic. Chu Huan slowly sat in the fishing boat to prevent the back from being baked by the "sea water".

Chu Huan really never dreamed that one day he would fall into a situation where he was "about to be burned to death by sea water". He felt that even if he was about to die, he could be considered to be very dying.

While thinking about this, Chu Huan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Nanshan glanced at him and whispered, "It's okay, I can hold on for a while."

When Nanshan said this, he seemed relaxed and understanding, as if he was just a customer who was slow to serve at the peak of dining in a restaurant, as if the death situation in front of him was just a trivial matter worth mentioning - of course, if he hadn't had his face haggard to a certain extent, it would have looked even more convincing.

While saying this, Nanshan wrapped the fishing boats with airflow, intending to use the same trick again, just like the time they were in the waterfall, separated the water and fire, and pushed the fishing boats out at the same time.

The difficulty can be imagined. Fire is different from water. If wind is not careful, it will help the fire. The strength is not strong, and it will not work even weaker. While consuming a lot of physical strength, you still have to grasp this level without any mistake.

When he was just on board, Nanshan knew that he was at the end of his strength. He was undoubtedly overdrawing at this moment. He didn't know how long he could still hold on and whether he could push the ship out of this burning sea.

But if you can't, you have to be able to do it. No one can replace him. Nanshan was holding the entire fishing boat alone, and his hands hiding beside him trembled uncontrollably.

He bit his tongue hard, and the smell of blood rose up to his eyebrows, forcing himself to recall his tribe members, elders, Xiaofang, spring, horse whip and noisy little boys...

But the weather did not go as we wished, and as the fishing boat returned, the black shadows surrounding them also followed them like shadows. They were stubborn, like gangrene attached to bones, and seemed to be a little faster than the boat.

The fire also remained dark. On the sea, the fire spreading like volcanic magma, with invincible ferocity, constantly surging out.

The airflow around the fishing boat hull was their last barrier, and the Nanshan Mountain was shaking.

The wind and fire are ruthless. Once Nanshan feels a little relaxed, the fire will roll over the lonely boat on the sea without hesitation. According to the fire, they don’t have to think about whether they jump into the sea or not. The wooden boat must be ignited, and they will definitely have nowhere to escape.

Nanshan's ears roared, and his eyes turned black, and he could hardly see things clearly. He closed his eyes quietly to prevent his companions from noticed anything strange.

However, his chest became tighter and tighter. Every time his heartbeat beat, it seemed like a sledgehammer hit it. The sledgehammer was repeated, heavier and heavier, and more and more painful. A sudden scent of fishy smell surged from Nanshan's throat, and the hull of the fishing boat shook violently.

Nanshan swallowed the mouthful of blood back. He finally couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed Chu Huan's hand that was placed beside him.

Even if there was no clue on the surface of Nanshan, the rushing back of the hand and the hull trembled sharply just now, as long as Chu Huan was not stupid or blind, he could see the pressure he was under.

This can't continue, but what should I do?

None of the three of them could share this pressure.

It was related to Nanshan, so it was even more difficult for Chu Huan to calm down.

Since the day they entered the land, they have been suffering from various mental tortures. At this time, Chu Huan's brain was like a broken computer that had not been cleared for a long time. At the same time, countless thoughts of being broken into pieces, and none of them can be used in the present.

Their belongings are only empty and have not had time to replenish their quiver. Each of them has a few messy weapons. The short knife given to him by Nanshan is a good thing, but the size is too small. In this extreme environment, it is probably only the function of cutting the fruit. The other swords are silly and silly, looking majestic, but they are actually very immature - the long knife that Yuan Ping threw to him just now has already curled the tail.

What are they left except for some clean water food and medicines that they don’t know what to do?

Not to mention the ammunition and food are exhausted, but it is almost the same. The enemy drove a fire-like aircraft carrier. They were sitting in a small fishing boat with backward cold weapons. Not to mention the bulletproof vests and armor, his shirt was transformed into a hole and towel to cover his nose.

Even though Chu Huan's heart is full of ravines, it is hard for a good cook to cook without rice at this time.

And just as he reached out to pinch his eyebrows in a panic, Luge suddenly spoke.

Ruger was still standing at the stern of the boat, his pale skin was plated with gold red by the fire, and there was still no warmth around him, and it was still a snow cave that never melted all year round.

He turned around and looked at Nanshan's faintly blue face, and unconsciously stroked the handle of the knife around his waist a few times, as if he was thinking about something.

Then Ruge turned to Chu Huan and called his name.

Chu Huan was stunned. Luge rarely called his name. At first, they had little relationship with each other, but later, it was because his name was a bit difficult for Luge, who could not speak Chinese.

Chu Huan looked serious and thought that Ruge had some way to get out of here. Unexpectedly, Ruge just paused and nodded at him calmly.

It was a unique etiquette of the Ruge patriarch, and the cold and arrogant manners, as if he had happened to him when he went out to the yard after dinner.

Then, Chu Huan heard Luge say unknowingly: "Actually, when I got here and went further, I don't know where to go. After all, I haven't come in person. It's just a long time ago that a fisherman encountered a shipwreck when he went into the water to fish. In a daze, he hugged a wooden board that he didn't know where to float. Later, when he woke up, the fisherman arrived at a place where "stardust fell into the sea, and the river flowed against the current", and the name of "Shenxing Island" was given."

Chu Huan heard it and heard it, and he was a little confused, and he couldn't even go into it. Now it is not the time to discuss how to go to Shenxing Island. Their top priority is how to prevent themselves from being burned into a house sparrow.

This gatekeeper tribe probably didn't know how many times it took to pass in a moment of life and death. At this critical moment, every move was like a walk in the garden, as if nothing had happened.

After Luge finished speaking, he thought about it for a moment, probably because he felt that he had no choice but to look at Yuan Ping.

His eyebrows and eyes were drooping, his eyelashes were thick, and his tail was even slightly curled... Of course, I'm afraid no one has dared to study what the eyelashes of the gatekeeper's patriarch looked like in so many years.

Everyone is afraid of him and respects him. Even his tribe members rarely see him smiling.

In comparison, Yuan Ping, who was favored since he walked out of the Holy Spring, seemed to have some privilege in front of Ruger.

Ruge said in a voice saying, "For so many years, the farthest place I have gone to is the river on the entrance of the mountain village at the mountain gate, which has not passed. Every time I just swayed in the middle of the river and came back. Well, you haven't been there yet. The fog is too heavy and you can't see anything... But how come there are so many people on the other side of the river? Do people over there have to live a long time after they are born?"

Ruger rarely spoke, especially in this case, he shouldn't have so many irrelevant feelings.

Yuan Ping suddenly felt some ominous premonition in his heart and shouted uneasy: "Class leader..."

Ruge bent down slightly, pressed his cold hand on his head, and waited for a while, and he seemed to be exhausted and could only sigh indescribable light: "It's not easy to be a gatekeeper, you have to adapt slowly."

After saying that, Ruger seemed to have just taken a step aside casually, and then jumped into the water without warning.

He was so arrogant that he didn't take anyone or anything seriously, and even he himself didn't take it seriously.

In desperation, Yuan Ping reached out his hand and only grabbed a fluttering strand of hair. It fell crookedly on his hand, as if it still had the warmth.

Yuan Ping's pupils suddenly dilated: "No..."

Ruger in the water seemed to smile slightly. Before the fire engulfed him, the dark shadow had already wrapped him in it, and the black snake-like shadow swept across the man's body greedily.

Ruger's body was frozen in that second, neither sinking nor floating. He was like a plastic dummy, placed in the fake sea of ​​plastic, coming and going.

The solidified body is consistently like a water ghost...

It seems to be more similar.

Before Chu Huan could react, his shoulders suddenly slighted. Xiaolu, who was usually snuggling with him, rushed out without hesitation. At the same time, Yuan Ping was also rushing to the stern of the boat.

All Chu Huan's feelings were delayed in the face of stress, seeking profit and avoiding harm. He first quickly grabbed the poisonous snake's seven-inches with his eyes and hands, then hugged Yuan Ping tightly with his other arm, and shouted: "Calm down!"

Yuan Ping struggled hard, and the hull also swayed left and right with his movements. In the struggle, Yuan Ping hit Chu Huan's elbow and almost vomited. The scene at the moment really made him lose sight of the other side. Chu Huan couldn't bear it and roared at Yuan Ping's ears: "Is it time to seek death? Fuck you..."

But Yuan Ping turned a deaf ear to the roar that rushed into his ears, and his eyes were red.

He was deaf, but Nanshan was not deaf.

Even though he was so tinnitus, he could hear such a big noise. Nanshan could not hold on anymore, and he turned his head and vomited blood. Then, the hull shook again as he lost control. The whistling flames, carrying the scorching wind like a burning banner, roaring across their heads.

Chu Huan grabbed Yuan Ping's neck and pressed him down. The two of them narrowly avoided the flames.

Chu Huan was eager to go to the bow of the boat to see how Nanshan was, but he didn't dare to let go of Xiaolu and Yuan Ping, and the veins on his forehead jumped.

At this moment, a strange wind suddenly pushed over from the stern of the boat. The surging anger on both sides of the hull was split into two like Moses splitting the sea. Then a hurricane rose in the sea water, leaving no room for the approaching gloom on both sides, sweeping out a passage for the fishing boat.

Chu Huan heard Luge's coldness, and a familiar voice rang in his ear: "Don't talk nonsense, go."

Chu Huan: "Captain Luge..."

Yuan Ping suddenly stopped moving. He turned his head to look at Chu Huan, and then looked at the sea in panic, hoping that he could hear a few words.

Ruger said in a voice without any ups and downs: "You said that you can only use the rules here if you are devoured. It seems that you are right. I can stop them for the time being. Please hurry up and leave."

No wonder he asked that day...

Chu Huan said anxiously: "Your consciousness is still there? Then you..."

Ruger said "hey", probably because he thought this question was a bit stupid, but seemed to be just a simple impatient conversation with him. The wind at the stern suddenly increased, almost lifting the small fishing boat out of the water and galloped away.

Chu Huan: "Luge!"

His voice was swept into it by the wind at the stern of the boat, and it was so broken that it was almost gone... Ruge really didn't want to listen.

Only Yuan Ping stood at the stern of the boat until the fire wall and the man in the water could no longer be seen.

Nanshan opened his eyes and leaned against the ship wall, looking dull across the hazy sky.

Chu Huan silently helped his head up and took off the water tube on the waist of Nanshan Mountain. After thinking about it, he found a little refreshing medicine powder to scatter in the clear water and whispered: "Drink some water."

Nanshan's eyes turned slightly with his movements, as if he had swallowed a few unconsciously, and then turned his head weakly and signaled not to drink.

Chu Huan slowly stretched out his hand, and seeing that he did not object, he carefully hugged Nanshan into his arms.

He felt unprecedented inability to do anything and had nothing to say. After a long time, he swept out a futile comfort: "We are already on the sea. As long as we go to Shenxing Island, we can find the holy book? Maybe the essence of that thing is there, and then we will set a torch and burn it. What is too late must be there."

"Well, I know, nothing." Nanshan seemed to be simply responding to him, smiled tibly and said nothing.

Then he leaned slightly, stood up with Chu Huan's shoulders.

Yes, nothing.

After the sacred mountain and before the holy water, their tribesmen, young and old, were still waiting.

Therefore, he had to go on. Even if he died and had no corpse left, he could not stop.

It’s like... if the flat film man wants to step on the mountain gate, he must step across the bodies of all the gatekeepers.

All are taken for granted.

"Ruge's choice is understandable, it's very normal," Nanshan thought indifferently, "If you want to blame, you can only blame me for not thinking of this method."

The fishing boat walked forward in the silence of the three people again.

Later, the surroundings became calmer.

Later, the force that kept pushing them forward disappeared.
To be continued...