Chapter 308 Leaving the Lin Family Ship "Really?!"...
"Really?!" Zhifeng exclaimed in surprise as he watched the gemstone melt in her palm.
"Do you remember what that gem looked like?" Zhifeng asked worriedly, looking at the gem that had melted into a lump of liquid.
Sang Zhitao nodded, carefully rolled the gem in her palm into a strip the size of a cylinder, and then carefully carved a pattern with a dagger.
In just over ten minutes, a nearly identical cylinder appeared in her hand.
"The problem now is how to replace the items without disturbing others."
Sang Zhitao looked at the fake cylinder in her palm, puzzled.
Zhi Feng looked at the fake cylinder, then at Sang Zhi Tao, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "I'll do it."
Sang Zhitao looked at her in surprise: "Won't we be discovered?"
Zhi Feng chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
After speaking, Zhifeng took the fake cylinder and put it in his pocket.
"I'll make the arrangements." She hugged Sang Zhitao and turned to leave.
As Sang Zhitao watched her departing figure, a strange sadness welled up in her heart.
Time marched on, but Sang Zhitao grew increasingly anxious as she waited in the room.
Zhi Feng has been gone for a long time, but shows no sign of returning.
She couldn't resist the urge to go out and see the world.
Unexpectedly, the guard who had just returned stopped her: "Miss Sang, please do not wander around."
"Can't I even sit in the living room for a bit?" Sang Zhitao couldn't help but frown as she looked at the two of them.
The guards exchanged glances.
One of them turned around to ask for instructions.
Not long after, he walked back and nodded to his companion.
“Miss Sang, you are free to move around in the room and living room.” He was very respectful to Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, knowing that the other party thought she would stay as a VIP.
She didn't bother explaining that she wasn't leaving, and went straight to the living room.
Sang Zhitao paced back and forth in the living room several times, looking as meticulous and interested as a tourist visiting a scenic spot.
The two guards followed her, stopping and starting intermittently, and yawned a few times out of boredom.
Finally, Sang Zhitao stopped in front of the stone sculpture, looking at it with great interest.
Seeing that she showed no signs of escaping or making any tampering attempts, and given that the young master had instructed them to treat Sang Zhitao with respect, the guards assumed she would stay. As a result, their vigilance became increasingly lax.
Sang Zhitao stared intently at the cylinder for a while.
She frowned, realizing that the wind-stopping device had not been successfully replaced.
The fact that she couldn't see Zhifeng made her unease even more pronounced.
At that moment, the bells rang, signaling the end of the natural disaster.
The boat rocked slightly and began to rise.
Lin Qing suddenly walked in and said to the guards, "Miss is feeling unwell again. Go and help press her down."
The guards hesitated, glancing at Sang Zhitao, then at Lin Qing and shaking their heads: "Young Master doesn't allow us to leave at will."
Lin Qing waved his hand dismissively: "This time, it was the young master who sent me to call you."
"And where could she possibly run to at this point?"
Lin Qing glanced at Sang Zhitao and nodded slightly, but there was a hint of disdain in her eyes.
Upon hearing this, the two guards immediately relaxed and quickly left with Lin Qing.
After the two guards left, Lin Qing said with a light laugh, "I heard that Miss Sang will be working on the ship in the future. It seems that you and my Lin family are truly destined to be together."
Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and asked, "What? Have we met before?"
Lin Qing smiled and nodded: "Our young master had already noticed you before Zhifeng boarded the ship. I didn't expect you to actually come aboard."
Sang Zhitao's fake smile faltered slightly: "Is that so? Perhaps we really are destined to meet."
Seeing him say that, Lin Qing nodded slightly and turned to leave.
"Butler Lin," Sang Zhitao suddenly spoke up, stopping him, "Miss Zhou, are you feeling unwell? Do you need my help?"
Lin Qing glanced at her sideways: "I probably won't need it, thank you."
Sang Zhitao frowned slightly, thinking of Miss Zhou whom she had met before.
She was emotionally agitated at the time, and her behavior was somewhat erratic.
Especially those eyes, which were reddish.
Thinking of this, Sang Zhitao unconsciously rubbed her palm with her fingertips.
She felt that Young Master Lin's earlier emotional outburst had a strange resemblance to Miss Zhou's.
Sang Zhitao subconsciously looked at the cylinder on the stone sculpture, her brows furrowing even more.
The boat jolted, causing her to stumble and instinctively grab onto the stone sculpture for support.
Before she could even stand still, two maids rushed over, their faces showing a hint of fear.
They first carefully examined the stone carvings before respectfully looking at Sang Zhitao: "Young Master, please return to your room."
Sang Zhitao nodded silently, looking at the stone sculpture with some hesitation.
Once the large ship stabilizes, it will be in normal navigation for at least four hours, and she will move further and further away from her small boat.
Having been trapped on the ship for far too long, she was even more worried that Young Master Lin had already ordered the ship to sail forward in order to control her.
Sang Zhitao's left hand unconsciously touched the sleeve of her right hand.
She paused for a moment, then looked at her own actions with confusion.
"Miss Sang?" The two maids looked at each other, unsure whether they should urge her.
But unexpectedly, Zhifeng suddenly appeared.
"I'll do it," she said with a light laugh as she walked up to the two maids.
He said to one of the tall, thin girls, "I accidentally got my clothes dirty just now, and when I went to change, I accidentally broke the cup on your table. I'll return it to you later."
The tall, thin girl paused for a moment, then frowned slightly and looked at her with a hint of worry.
Zhi Feng stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder: "Sorry, I'll return it to you later."
The tall, thin girl hesitated and shook her head: "It's okay, we can talk about it another time."
Zhi Feng smiled and nodded before waving his hand again, "Don't worry, you guys go back, I'm here."
Another maid hesitated, but the tall, thin girl gently nudged her: "Never mind, let's go tell the young master."
The other maid hesitated for a moment after hearing this, but still followed the tall, thin girl away.
"Zhifeng..." Sang Zhitao felt that the atmosphere between them was a bit strange, and couldn't help but call out to Zhifeng subconsciously.
Zhi Feng stood with his back to her for a moment before smiling and looking at her: "I just went to check on your ship."
"Don't worry, our ship hasn't moved." She turned to look at the stone sculpture. "Get ready."
Sang Zhitao pursed her lips and nodded solemnly.
Zhi Feng smiled slightly, walked to the stone sculpture, carefully placed the fake cylinder in his hand as close to the real one as possible, then gently broke it and quickly released it with his other hand.
In the blink of an eye, the item was replaced.
"Let's go!" Zhifeng grabbed Sang Zhitao and ran outside.
Sang Zhitao was just about to say that it shouldn't be that easy to be discovered, right?
Before he could even finish speaking, the alarm went off the next second!
The sound of leather boots stomping on the floor came from all directions.
Their actions also changed from Zhifeng pulling Sang Zhitao to Sang Zhitao in front and her behind.
The Lin family's ship was very similar in size to those luxury ships from my previous life, and it was about two or three hundred meters long from the lounge hall to the deck.
You need to pass through several small halls and staff rest areas.
Here, many people dressed in combat gear were already waiting with guns in hand.
Sang Zhitao quickly flicked out several streaks of green light.
Everyone blocking the way was enveloped in a circular light membrane.
Heavy breathing filled her ears, and a dull ache throbbed in her chest. The hand gripping Zhifeng gradually became damp with sweat and slowly slipped from her palm.
Sang Zhitao swallowed, which brought some coolness to her dry throat.
All around him were constant roars and sounds of pursuit.
Sang Zhitao had lost count of how many times she had thrown out the green light and how many people she had trapped.
Until the sound of the wind came from ahead, and the sound of the waves, along with the salty and damp air, rushed towards her.
"Zhifeng, get ready!" She shouted directly to the back without even turning her head.
Behind him came Zhifeng's voice, barely concealing his emotions: "Mm!"
The railing was right in front of us.
The ship suddenly started moving.
Sang Zhitao was thrown off balance by the boat's movement and nearly fell to the ground.
"Watch out!" Zhi Feng stepped forward and caught her.
In just a few steps, the two reached the railing. Without even looking at each other, they both chose to jump down.
“Swim over there!” He saw his small boat moored not far away.
Sang Zhitao hurriedly moved her limbs.
“Okay…” Zhi Feng’s voice was a little hoarse, but the sound of the Lin family’s large ship stirring the waves was so loud that Sang Zhi Tao temporarily overlooked the abnormality in the voice.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out and struck the water in front of her.
Sang Zhitao narrowed her eyes slightly, subconsciously stopped what she was doing, and turned her head to look.
Lin Shao fiercely aimed his gun at her.
Sang Zhitao waved her hand, and two green orbs of light surrounded her and Zhifeng.
Young Master Lin fired again, and the bullet bounced off the ball of light and traveled a great distance.
His expression grew increasingly grim until Miss Zhou's indifferent face appeared behind him.
Miss Zhou gently placed her hand on his and whispered something.
Young Master Lin put down his gun, waved, and turned to leave.
Miss Zhou was left standing there.
She stared at Sang Zhitao for a long time before silently disappearing behind the railing.
The Lin family's large ship continued to move forward inexplicably.
Sang Zhitao frowned, looking in the direction the large ship had left, puzzled.
"Tao Tao." Zhi Feng pushed the ball of light to her side.
"It's alright, let's go." Sang Zhitao slowly shook her head, and together they pushed the ball of light back to their small boat.
"Pfft!" Zhifeng, who had just boarded the ship, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.
"Stop the wind!"
"What’s wrong with you?!"
Sang Zhitao's pupils constricted, and he crawled to her side, pulling her into his arms.
"Stop the wind!"
Sang Zhitao kept checking her body.
There were no wounds on his chest or head.
As she grew increasingly anxious, her body stiffened, and she stared incredulously at Zhifeng's back.
There was a clear knife wound there.
"When...?" Sang Zhitao kept repeating, "When was the injury?"
She didn't understand.
When Mingming was dragged away by Zhifeng, everyone she encountered was trapped by her. What exactly went wrong?
But the next second, her gaze froze on Zhifeng's neck.
In the marine world, everyone habitually wears long sleeves and trousers to prevent sunburn.
Crew members on ordinary ships usually wear dark-colored combat suits that are resistant to dirt, like the combat suit worn by Sang Zhitao.
Only first-class ships would have their staff wear white shirts to demonstrate their wealth.
At this moment, the clothes clung tightly to Zhifeng's body, and the disheveled collar revealed a section of skin below his neck.
The skin was covered with a jumble of large and small cuts.
Sang Zhitao's fingertips trembled as she unbuttoned her clothes and carefully checked Feng.
Besides the deep, almost fatal knife wound on her back, she had many small cuts all over her body, with new and old wounds layered on top of each other, creating a very striking effect.
"What...what happened..." Sang Zhitao looked at the unconscious Zhifeng, her eyes filled with confusion and panic.
She gently placed her hand on the wound, instinctively using the power of green light...
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