Du Jun rolled up the half-dry sleeves of his shirt and explained what he had deliberately observed: "By chance, chili peppers are the nemesis of those jellyfish-like monsters. They gradually dehydrate, their bodies show signs of drying out, and their behavior becomes increasingly frantic, desperately trying to catch people. Many people are trapped, but there is no danger to their lives. It seems that as they expel water, their corrosiveness is also lost."

Only one or two 'old folks' survived leaving the cruise ship. They still had some trump cards left to save their lives. Although the dehydrated jellyfish monsters were more troublesome, they were far less dangerous than before.

The maintainers, needless to say, are easier to extricate themselves from the situation compared to the 'old-timers'.

During the time they were communicating, the two rafts had been set up.

"Should we follow them?" If we do, we need to hurry up and build the raft.

P.S.: It should be a wooden raft, not a bamboo raft!

Cheng Shuang whispered a reminder.

Before the three could speak, another change occurred. A white-haired man with a gloomy expression emerged from behind a large rock. He carried a fire basket on his shoulder and slowly walked towards the group.

"Two choices," he said coldly, his narrow, curved eyes filled with a chilling aura. "One, die; two, obey my orders."

Even the cruise ship was sunk by the fire-battered tubes, so Adolf would not underestimate this frail but mad and dangerous man.

He forced a smile, suppressing his resentment, and said in a humiliating voice, "Please, sir, don't go too far..."

Qingnai impatiently interrupted him, raising the fire-baking tube higher, her tone teasing, "One..."

"I choose option two."