Chapter eight hundred and forty-eight fog in the sea
Everyone on the boat looked at Miss Gusu. Although this woman was traveling with Li Luo, she rarely spoke. She had been wandering at sea for three days and she had never seen her talking to anyone else. She was exactly the same as Li Yuanxi, as cold as ice.
, the only slight difference is that Li Yuanxi's coldness is cold, while Gusu Xiaoniang's coldness is cruel.
Miss Gu Su looked up at Li Luo, frowning slightly, as if she was thinking about something, and seemed to blame Li Luo for asking herself, but she exhaled helplessly and replied softly: "No."
Li Luo said oh, but he never looked disappointed. It was just a myth, and it was understandable that Miss Gusu didn't know about it.
"Le Jin, could you please command the warship and search this sea area as soon as possible."
Congfu responded, left on his own, and ordered the soldiers to set sail. Mo Zhengyan also helped Su and Wance into the cabin to rest.
When everyone walked away, Miss Gusu suddenly whispered: "I have seen records of ghost ships before, but in the records I saw, ghost ships are not called ghost ships, but called devil ships."
Li Luo was startled and asked in confusion: "Devil ship?"
"Um."
"The magic ship..." Li Luo murmured to himself, and suddenly a thought popped into his mind, "Could it be related to the Dagan Demon Sect?"
"This subordinate doesn't know about it. The record only briefly mentions one or two sentences and nothing else."
Li Luo's heart sank, could it be that these ghost ships were really deliberately placed in the vast sea?
Five days is neither long nor short. According to Cong Fu's calculations, the five warships have searched the sea where the ghost ship may have drifted. Not even a piece of rotten wood was found, let alone a ship.
As time passed, Cong Fu's face became more and more ugly and his anger grew stronger. From time to time, Cong Fu could be heard yelling at the officers and men on the ship.
Only Jiu Cai'er was still carelessly doing nothing, sitting on the bow of the boat all day long, either laughing and teasing Li Luo, or singing loudly. But having said that, Jiu Cai'er's singing was indeed very beautiful, just like the song of a kingfisher, sweeping away
It relieved some of the gloom in the hearts of everyone on board.
Seven days later, there was still no sign of the ghost ship. Congfu released a fast ship and exchanged news with the Dagan navy soldiers behind him. There was no trace of the ghost ship in the coastal area of the alliance city. It seemed that the ghost ship was alarming.
After a quick glance, Hong disappeared mysteriously.
No one on the ship showed any joy at the disappearance of the ghost ship. The ghost ship hiding somewhere is more dangerous and unpredictable than its whereabouts.
Congfu's expression became more and more gloomy, and he continued to deduce it many times. He repeatedly reviewed the direction of the boat, and it was almost accurate.
But even so, when the sea area that Cong Fu deduced was expanded several times, there was still no trace of the ghost ship, as if the ghost ship sank to the bottom of the water or took flight.
The sea is calm, the blue waves are clear, the sky is very clear, and the reflection in the water is clearly visible. Looking at the deep and quiet water under the sea, it seems that there is a ship floating upside down under the water, moving forward together with the warships on the sea.
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As time passed, the vigor of the officers and men on the warship gradually faded away, and their strength gradually faded away and finally exhausted. Li Luo and Cong Fu calculated their time and could not stay at sea for too long, otherwise they would not be able to catch up with the alliance city meeting.
Since there was no trace of the ghost ship, everyone had no choice but to return home, feeling a little regretful, but also a little lucky.
When we set off for the return journey, we could see that the soldiers on the ship were relieved. Although with Congfu and Li Luo there, the soldiers were not too scared, but in fact they still had lingering fears about the ghost ship.
Just one day after the return trip, fog suddenly appeared on the sea surface in the early morning. The stars were still visible the night before. I didn't expect the fog to be so unexpected.
The fog was very heavy, deep, and extremely humid, almost comparable to the heavy fog Li Luo encountered in Cuikuo Mountain.
However, at that time, the fog in Cuikuo Mountain was trapped in the mountain by the Immortal Formation and was difficult to disperse. But it is different now. The sea is vast and unobstructed. If you want to gather the fog in one place on the sea, unless you have someone from the Immortal Family
The means may be the power of heaven and earth. It may be difficult to rely on human power alone.
In addition to being thick, the fog was also very quiet. It just surrounded the warship, like an escort or a hostage. It hung thickly on the side of the ship and on the top of the mast. It seemed that just before dawn, black and white suddenly changed.
Here, the fog came out of thin air, as if waiting for these five warships.
The warship was trapped in the silent thick fog. The ship was still moving, and so was the fog. It was just that the waves were moving calmly, giving people the illusion that they could not get out no matter how they walked.
Cong Fu got out of the warship and led the way, followed by two warships slightly behind him, and the other two warships were behind.
Five warships were gliding on the sea, almost eerily quiet. Only the flanking warships could be seen disappearing into the thick fog, and sometimes emerging again, illusory and illusory.
Cong Fu glanced at it and couldn't help but raise his heart, fearing that the flanking warship would get into the thick fog and never come out again.
Congfu raised his head to look at the sky. There was a vast mist above his head. There was a hint of gloom in the diffuse white mist, which must have been formed by the condensation of water vapor in the thick fog.
The yin energy gathers and disperses from time to time, changing in an unpredictable way, as if an invisible hand is fiddling with the mist.
Cong Fu sighed. The sky above his head was difficult to distinguish. He only knew that it was dawn, but the navigation direction and other objects were difficult to distinguish. He could only rely on the experience accumulated from wandering at sea for many years and the direction of the current, and then refer to the wind direction last night.
Congfu beat his head in annoyance. It didn't matter that it was foggy, but there was not even a breath of wind. It was true that good fortune and misfortune never come alone. He just hoped that he would not deviate too far from the route.
In the fog, it was as if the entire time and space had stood still. There was no wind, no fish or birds, and all we could see was the changing of the fog over and over again.
The group of people seemed to have walked into another time and space. The dead silence was filled with endless depression. Even Jiucai'er, who was usually lively, stopped singing and looked around with a solemn expression on guard.
Li Luo and others stood on the side of the ship, using their eyesight to look at the dark shadows that appeared and disappeared in the thick fog. When they got closer, they realized that these dark shadows in the fog were just a few more walls of fog.
Li Luo's expression was still clear, but he felt a little helpless in his heart. Whenever there was heavy fog, nothing good seemed to happen.
At this moment, Mo Zhengyan suddenly took a breath of cold air and shouted: "Look at the water under the boat."
Everyone hurriedly followed Mo Zhengyan's gaze and saw that the eyes were dark and dark, but they were also very calm and seemed to see nothing unusual.
However, a few people with keen minds have noticed something unusual. The water under the boat seems to have become stagnant water. When the boat slides past, it will pierce the water and cause a few ripples, but they will not float far.