Chapter 95. Buried with the dead.
I slept fairly soundly, leaving all my worries and troubles behind, only my body's instincts remained.
However, regarding sleep quality, I'll probably need to see a doctor and get some medication to regulate it, since constantly having one dream after another isn't ideal. I only get so much sleep, and it's all spent dreaming.
For example, right now, in her dream, she is sitting leisurely in a restaurant, with several of her favorite dishes laid out in front of her, and a melodious tune drifting into her ears.
It's so relaxing.
Meng Chiwan stuffed a big mouthful of red oil bamboo shoot shreds into her mouth. It smelled so good that she almost fainted from the aroma... She never wanted to wake up from her dream again.
Why can't people stay immersed in beautiful dreams forever? Why can't life always be perfect? Meng Chiwan stuffed bites of vegetables into her mouth, they were delicious, but she just couldn't get full.
As I ate, I felt dizzy, as if I were soaking in a spring of wine, and slowly I passed out.
Meng Chiwan tilted her head, feeling that something was strange.
Time seemed to stand still, as if she had truly frozen in that beautiful moment forever, just as she had wished.
Why did she force herself to wake up? Meng Chiwan has something to say about this.
What would you do if the leisurely tune you were singing in your dream suddenly turned into the voice of someone you know?
Meng Chiwan sat up straight, turned her head to face Yun Xianqing, and leaned closer, making the man uncomfortable. Then she said lightly, "You sing terribly."
Yun Xianqing: ?
I was dragged into this mess for no reason.
Meng Chiwan's tone was light and cheerful, clearly too relaxed, even having the leisure to joke. It was a pity that she only had this dull-witted blockhead beside her right now, otherwise she could have talked a lot more in this situation.
She got up, wanting to see what was on the vast expanse of water. Actually, she should have asked the girl on the island for a fishing rod and net; she could fish when she was bored. Whether it was edible was one thing, but killing time was another.
As she emerged from the cabin, the boatman gave her a nonchalant glance, saying nothing, but his eyes seemed to say everything he needed to say.
It's nothing more than wondering how much she can sleep, and she should just pretend she doesn't notice.
She stood by the side of the boat, bent down, poured herself a cup of tea to moisten her throat, and then slowly turned her gaze to the water.
The sky was blue, and the water was cyan, remaining undisturbed until they met at the horizon, creating a scene where the sky and water blended into one.
As Meng Chiwan gazed at the scene, the weariness in her eyes faded, and her vision began to clear. She saw the sky as the sky, the water as the water, the boatman as the boatman, and Yun Xianqing as Yun Xianqing.
She slowly turned the teacup, one hand gently rubbing against the side of the boat, feeling the waves in the water affect the hull.
The waves were perfectly calm, without any abnormalities.
Even the boatman waved his hand at her and said, "Girl, don't bother. We'll be at the Desolate Abyss soon. You should rest now. Once we're in the Desolate Abyss, there won't be any time for you to relax!"
Meng Chiwan withdrew her hand and said, "If we enter the Desolate Abyss and can't come out alive, wouldn't we just be able to lie down and do nothing for the rest of our lives?"
The boatman chuckled upon hearing this, grunted a couple of times with his oars, and said, "You silly girl, you never think of anything good for yourself! I've already made it clear beforehand that I'm not going into the Desolate Abyss with you. I'll just stay outside and wait for you for a few days."
"How many days?"
"Well... hehe, it depends on what you can give me..." the boatman said with a greedy look on his face.
She finally couldn't hide it anymore. She said that at that price, how could anyone be willing to make a trip to Yun'anhai?
Meng Chiwan said, "Name your price. Stop for seven days."
The boatman said, "If you leave early, the fare for seven days will still be the fare for seven days; you won't get a penny back. Are you sure you still want seven days?"
Meng Chiwan nodded and finally handed over all her possessions to him. She only kept the magical artifact and the token on her person.
The first thing she touched from her storage bag was actually the hairpin that the beauty on the island had given her. After thinking about it, she decided to hide it deep inside her storage bag.
The boatman got what he wanted and resumed sailing diligently. This time, however, he didn't comment on how long she slept. Perhaps this time, her price truly made him feel like she was his sugar daddy.
This time, Meng Chiwan did not return to the cabin, but sat on the side of the boat, relaxing her eyes.
The storm has passed. It seems there really won't be any more risks on the road ahead.
After an unknown amount of time, the boat seemed to have reached the horizon where the water met the sky, and night slowly fell.
There were only a few stars in the sky, and a gentle breeze stirred on the water, posing no threat to the ship, but enough to make her feel cold.
A robe was draped over him, carrying a faint scent of soapberry; he wondered where the robe had come from.
Meng Chiwan was about to look up at him when she realized that her ears had been covered.
Something seemed to have appeared on the sea surface. A giant wave seemed to rise in the silent night, like a gaping maw that would swallow the ship to the bottom of the sea in the next moment.
A hint of unease flashed in Meng Chiwan's eyes. She hurriedly straightened up, only to find that Yun Xianqing's hand covering her ears was still there.
In an instant, she realized that there might be some strange noises here that she couldn't hear.
So she instantly formed a hand seal, sealed her ear canals, and said to Yun Xianqing, "Let go."
Yun Xianqing then let go of her hand.
Meng Chiwan hurriedly went to the boatman's side and gestured for him to look at the giant wave, but the boatman did not react at all. He glanced at it and then looked away, as if he had only seen a bird flying in the sky.
Meng Chiwan was anxious and activated her protective magic array.
Just then, the boatman suddenly mumbled something, as if he were saying something, but she had closed her ears and couldn't hear anything, nor could she read lips.
In the struggle, she finally managed to open her ear canal.
The boatman said, "It's a good thing that you'll all be buried with me."
Meng Chiwan unleashed the Soaring Waves sword, pressing its tip against the boatman's throat, and amidst the churning water, asked, "Boatman, what do you mean by that?"
The next moment, she could barely hold onto her sword, crouched down, and desperately covered her ears, trying to block out the piercing screams that flooded her ears like a tidal wave.
It turns out that what Yun Xianqing shielded her from were these voices.
She tried to seal her ears again, but found that she could not succeed no matter what she did, as if something was blocking her spiritual power.
It's so noisy...
It was as if they were trying to rupture her eardrums...
Meng Chiwan covered her ears and knelt on the ground, as if she were experiencing great pain.
Even in this predicament, she still held Jinglan tightly in her hand.
The next moment, she braced the tip of the Jinglan Sword on the ground, lowered her hands from covering her ears, and slowly stood up.
Soon after, blood began to flow from the ear canal.
The eardrum was ruptured.
Her expression grew increasingly solemn, as if she were not the one suffering.
Meng Chiwan gripped her sword and slowly flew into the air, facing the giant wave. The warmth in her eyes vanished completely, as if she were making a pre-battle declaration to the boundless sea.
Meng Chiwan raised her sword, and an immense pressure, befitting a Nascent Soul cultivator, emanated from her body! The moment she raised her sword, those tentacles were severed at the root!
Even though her eardrum ruptured, she wasn't completely deaf. She could hear the screams that grew even more piercing as the tentacles broke, trailing off with long, drawn-out notes and filled with heart-wrenching sobs.
To her, everything sounded like it was wrapped in a sponge, blurry and distorted, dull and scattered.
Meng Chiwan asked the boatman one last question: "Why aren't you affected by these sounds?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she looked in the direction of Yun Xianqing. Yun Xianqing's ear was also stained with blood, and his face did not look good.
The boatman stood stubbornly in place, like a stubborn, smelly rock, determined never to speak again.
Meng Chiwan said, "Do you think these things can kill me?"
The boatman remained silent. The next moment, he clutched his neck in agony, his face turning a bluish-purple. He was no longer calm as before, as if he were about to perish along with the tentacles.
Meng Chiwan slowly withdrew some of her spiritual power, sparing his life, and then said, "If you don't tell me how to break this deadlock, I will extract all your three souls and seven spirits and throw them into the sea, so that you will never have peace for the rest of your life."
The boatman was clearly trembling with pain, but his jaw remained clenched tightly until blood seeped out, without uttering a single word.
What a tough nut to crack!
Meng Chiwan sneered and began to extract his three souls and seven spirits.
The excruciating pain felt like a red-hot iron enveloping his entire body. He pressed his lips into a perfectly straight line, keeping everything Meng Chiwan wanted to know hidden from his mind, not even letting out a muffled groan.
The waves are coming; they will cover the entire sky, obscuring not a single star.
Amidst the raging waves, Meng Chiwan couldn't pry open the boatman's mouth, so she could only wield her sword to sever one tentacle after another that crawled up, as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
But the creature hidden beneath the sea seems to have countless tentacles; once one is severed, another appears, and it can never be completely eradicated.
Time seemed to pass quickly, with the giant wave engulfing her head in the blink of an eye, yet it also seemed to pass very slowly, so slowly that she still had time to deploy the last barrier.
She used all her spiritual power to create a barrier, attempting to save her life.
It seemed there was still time to say her last words. But she didn't; she had nothing to leave behind.
"If you don't want to live, why did you take all my treasure?" Meng Chiwan sighed and used her spiritual energy to send these words into the boatman's ears.
They received no reply. The boatman seemed determined to die there with them.
For some reason, Yun Xianqing's expression grew increasingly grim, even though the massive wave had not yet subsided.
However, she didn't have time to investigate further. Right now, she could only hope that her cultivation level would be enough to contend with Hai Tian.
If Lady Luck smiles upon you...
The giant wave finally crashed down, swallowing the sky and destroying the earth.
Author's Note: Actually, I'm a superhuman who sleeps sixteen hours a day... [laughing and crying while covering face]
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