The moment he fell into the sea, Lu Tiao was most fortunate to have brought waterproof compressed dry food.
This way you won't run out of ammunition and food if you drift on a deserted island.
The huge whale he saw in the clear sea did not come towards him. It might have simply turned over, just like humans walking on the road without paying attention to the life and death of the ants under their feet.
The whale disappeared quickly, swimming as fast as the swordfish Lu Jian had seen on TV.
Fortunately, it did not choose to hit the three-masted ship in the distance, but moved towards the other side.
Only then did Lu Jian see the whole whale.
In fact, it is inappropriate to call it "whale".
That huge, hundreds-meter-long spindle-shaped body is just a part of the monster's body.
In the deeper sea, where even sunlight cannot penetrate, on the seabed that was once covered with corals, there is a huge monster that is difficult to describe in words. The head of this whale is just one of its tentacles, and like this
There are at least a hundred tentacles.
Lu Tiao even had the illusion that the island was inhabited by the monster's body, and that the monster was much larger than the island.
In that dark, pitch-black, deep seabed, some kind of indescribable existence is peering at Song Island from bottom to top. In front of them, human creations are just a drop in the ocean.
Lu Jian was floating in the sea and saw those huge tentacles that seemed to want to go up and tie up the three-masted sailboat.
At this moment, a flame bloomed from the fog.
The flame is cold and blue, giving people a chilling feeling like ice.
Just like a meteor, it burrowed directly into the water and was not extinguished by the sea water. Instead, the flame became more and more intense, lighting up the dark sea.
Lu Jian saw that like a flare, the flames sank into the bottom of the sea, surrounded by countless strange-looking fish surrounding the cluster of flames, falling down onto the monster's towering body like a mountain.
The next moment, the sea water began to stir as if boiling.
The huge monster was like paper soaked in water, suddenly twisted and torn apart.
Countless black images were ink, spreading out in the sea, but they quickly became the fuel of the flames. The flames spread in the depths of the ocean. Following the shadows spreading out like ink, scorching waves burst out from the bottom of the sea.
Even Lu Tiao felt a warmth coming to his face.
There were three slits on both sides of his neck, and he was greedily absorbing the oxygen in the water. However, Lu Jian always felt that the taste of the water was a bit strange, as if it was mixed with some impurities that did not belong to nature.
Lu Tiao looked at the bottom of the sea. Among the complex ravines on the bottom of the sea, the flames were still burning, burning up the monster, or the remains of the monster. Only then did he realize that it was not a physical monster, but more like a certain monster.
An illusion formed by the accumulation of microorganisms.
After surfacing on the water, Lu Jian saw in the distance a small sloop watching the fire from the other side.
He shouted.
The port side of the sailboat flickered for a moment, and then it slightly reversed direction and approached the landing gear.
About ten minutes later, Lu Tiao finally returned to the boat again.
"You are lucky to be able to see the Son of God getting rid of evil and evil."
In addition to the busy crew, there are three passengers on the boat.
The clothes they wore were quite Japanese-style, with their upper bodies wearing satin kimonos with left lapels, and their lower bodies wearing trousers and boots. From what Lu Kan learned from watching movies, they were close to the style of the Taisho period.
It's just that they don't look like traditional Asians, more like mixed races. One of the young women has short dark gray hair, which is particularly eye-catching.
"Am I lucky?"
Lu Tiao didn't quite understand. He was just rowing like this, looking at the scenery, when he was suddenly overturned and fell into the sea. The poor boatman couldn't even tell how many dollars he had left. Is this considered lucky?
"Those are filth. They are made up of the resentment of the undead on the sea. They will form the appearance of huge monsters. They can only be destroyed with pure fire."
The first man who spoke just now said to Lu Tiao. He was wearing a painter's hat on his head. Looking at Lu Tiao, he took off his hat and saluted.
"I, Ju Zhengzong, am a painter. Do you know your surname?"
"Lu Tan, um, I'm a director."
Lu Jian told the truth.
"Are you rehearsing a drama? That's really awesome."
Next to Tachibana Masamune, a young man holding a folding fan clapped his hands and saluted at the same time. Although his hair was black, it had a few crimson highlights, which was quite trendy.
"I, Yinping, am just a poet."
The man who called himself Yin Ping came closer again and whispered to Lu Jian quietly.
"That lady's name is Hongye. She's not easy to get close to. She's very cold."
"oh."
Lu Tan responded, not too interested.
His target is the missing artist, so the one who appears in front of him now is definitely not the target, and it seems that they have just arrived, so there is not much suspicion.
"But having said that, even I, except for the annual New Year's Festival of Wajima Taisha Shrine, have never seen the scene of the Son of God attacking filth. Now that I see it, it is really shocking. It can be said that it is Lili
The clear fire tide fills the beach with Namba. We meet each other for a moment, only sighing that our lives will be ruined."
Yin Ping looked at the pure fire that illuminated the bottom of the sea, and he couldn't help but feel inspired and composed a poem.
The pronunciation of "Miko" in Wajima's language is the same as that of shrine maiden, and it seems to be a title exclusive to Washima Taisha Saio.
"How long will it take for these pure fires to go out?"
Lu Kan asked curiously, because the shape and condition of the flame reminded him of the glazed fire in his bag. According to the description, the glazed fire was also used by the priestess of Wajima Taisha Shrine, that is, the Saio.
The power of fire will be quite helpful to him later.
However, when Lu Tian asked what he said, both Yinping and Tachibana Masamune looked at him with rather strange eyes. Even the woman Hongye, who was looking at the sea view in the distance, turned her head and glanced at Lu Tian, a stranger.
"Pure fire will never go out, brother Lu Tiao. After these flames burn away the filth, they will use the seabed as fuel and continue to burn forever. This has been the case in the past, is the case now, and will be the case in the future."
Tachibana Masamune opened his mouth to explain.
"If it continues to burn like this, one day the entire sea will be in flames, right?"
Lu Tan said casually.
"Exactly."
Yinping nodded slightly.
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Lu Tian was a little confused. Why did these people not seem worried at all when the end of the world was so close?
"Life and death, shed-headed puppet, when the thread breaks, Luoluo Leilei, since we study art, what is the importance of life and death? Death is not the end, but another form of life, Master Lu Tan
, since you are on Song Island, you should indulge in pleasure and not cling to those mundane things which are a waste."
Yinping opened the fan with flowers, birds, wind and moon painted on it. He seemed not to worry about his safety at all, and pointed forward.
In the gradually thinning fog, there is an island standing. It must be the Uta Island where the poetry festival is held.
However, Lu Jian faintly saw a huge figure hiding in the mist on the island, walking high in the sky.