Chapter 96 "I like you, I'm not pretending."...
The colossal, earth-shattering wave finally crashed down.
An atmosphere of despair enveloped the entire sea, making it hard to breathe.
The giant wave crashed over Meng Chiwan's head, but was blocked by the seemingly intangible barrier. She gritted her teeth, her hands supporting the barrier trembling slightly.
All the burdens weighed on her shoulders, and as always, fortune never smiled upon her.
Unfortunately, the miasma in Yuanxing's body has not yet been cured. He was a very good child.
She shouldn't have died here.
Meng Chiwan raised her head and looked at the deep sea. She didn't say anything, but just tried her best to resist it, hoping to find a way out for herself in the face of fate.
She didn't know if the sea would dry up, but she knew her spiritual power would definitely be depleted.
Meng Chiwan was actually quite tired; her body felt weak, which was undoubtedly a sign that her spiritual energy was about to be depleted.
Meng Chiwan felt her spiritual meridians begin to ache, and all the meridians in her body began to sting, as if countless steel needles were repeatedly grinding through them.
A voice in her head kept urging her to stop, to stop here, and to rest.
More and more blood was flowing from her ear canal.
Meng Chiwan seemed to have completely lost her hearing.
But she knew the sea was still roaring, and the tentacle-covered monster at the bottom of the ship was still probing the side of the vessel…
She was almost completely exhausted.
"Chi Wan, you still have the Tu Yan Token."
I don't know where the sound came from, but it's very familiar; I feel like I've heard it countless times before.
The voice swept through her mind like a gentle breeze.
Her eyes were withered and lifeless, and the pain all over her body made her lose the slightest desire to investigate.
It wasn't until she heard the words "Tu Yan Ling" that her eyes regained a little sparkle. Instinctively, she pulled the Tu Yan Ling from her storage bag and summoned it.
This tiny token should have been washed away by the sea and never found again. Meng Chiwan didn't have much hope, and the boatman who was sitting on the boat looking up at her thought the same thing.
He looked at her as if she were a joke, and at the token as if it were a piece of scrap metal.
The moment the token was unleashed, a huge Tuyan flower bloomed on the sea surface, its nine dark purple petals opening and closing one by one, dispersing the giant wave.
The moment the tentacles on the seabed touched the ship's hull, they were chewed up and swallowed whole by the blood-red maw at the heart of the Nightmare Flower, along with the restless, unseen monster on the seabed.
The world has calmed down. The night has fallen silent once more.
Meng Chiwan fell from mid-air, about to fall into the stamen of the Tuyan flower.
The next moment, she was caught by someone whose eyes were empty, and the petals of the Nightmare Flower beneath them closed one by one, eventually disappearing slowly into the sea, like a mirage.
At the last moment, Meng Chiwan used her last bit of spiritual power to lock onto the boatman's figure as he jumped into the sea, and then she disappeared into darkness.
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"Chi Wan, you still have the Tu Yan Token."
She heard those words all too clearly. And it was because she heard them so clearly that she heard them again in her dream.
“Chi Wan…”
The person in the dream didn't say anything, but just kept repeating her name.
The owner of that voice seemed to be in immense pain, as if he were suffering excruciating agony. Yet, as he murmured her name, it was as if he wanted to etch her into his very bones, as if that name was the root of all his suffering.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, the more he thought about it, the more painful it became. Yet he kept thinking about it, throwing himself into the flame countless times.
Before the next "Chi Wan" was uttered, Meng Chi Wan finally opened her eyes.
She felt unbearably hot all over, as if she had just broken out in a sweat, and she slowly exhaled.
The next moment, warm tea was brought to her lips, moistening her dry lips and restoring their red color.
Meng Chiwan did not swallow the tea immediately. She reached out and grabbed the person's wrist, a gesture that could break it at any moment.
Fortunately, the person who came did not resist at all. He just held the teacup and quietly looked at her, without any emotion in his eyes.
The sun must have just risen; there were only a few dim lights in the cabin, falling on the two people's faces, barely enough to make out their features.
Fortunately, in the next instant, the person in front of her used magic to light a lamp. The light shone on Meng Chiwan's face, carrying a gentle glow.
Even after recognizing who it was, Meng Chiwan did not let go of her hand.
Just as she was about to speak, her throat tickled. She quickly lowered her head and coughed lightly twice. The person who came quickly patted her back gently and then wiped away the tea that she had accidentally coughed up from the corner of her lips with a handkerchief.
Long after those sounds subsided, there was no other sound in the cabin. It was so quiet that only the air seemed to be moving.
After a long while, Meng Chiwan finally asked, "How long have I been asleep?"
Yun Xianqing chuckled and replied, "The sun has risen and set once more."
As he said this, he looked up into Meng Chiwan's eyes, which reflected the candlelight, and slowly added, "Now the sun has risen again."
In other words, she slept for a day and a night.
Meng Chiwan reached out and took the tea, sipped it herself, and then looked out of the cabin, but could not see anything. She had no choice but to ask again, "Then, where are we? Have we arrived at the Desolate Abyss?"
This time, Yun Xianqing didn't beat around the bush. He replied, "We're almost there."
In the back and forth, Meng Chiwan had almost seen everything in the cabin, but his gaze never left her, as if there was something on her face that particularly attracted him, and he couldn't look away for even a moment.
Meng Chiwan finished her tea, handed the teacup back to him, and frowned, saying, "Don't look at me."
Yun Xianqing obediently looked away and focused her gaze back on the candlelight.
"How much longer until we arrive?" Meng Chiwan asked him.
Yun Xianqing replied calmly, "Half an hour. We'll arrive when it's broad daylight."
Seeing that he seemed completely unaffected, Meng Chiwan finally couldn't help but ask, "Doesn't it hurt? That's a contract seal..."
She didn't say the last two words, but she knew he understood.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with a gentle light: "It hurts. But it's nothing."
Meng Chiwan suddenly became angry. She had gone to great lengths to implant the contract mark in him, only to be met with his nonchalant "It's nothing".
"Get out." Meng Chiwan pointed outside the cabin.
After thinking about it, she felt that it was still too easy on him, so she said again, "Jump down."
The next moment, Meng Chiwan felt her cheek being gently touched, the movement extremely gentle, as if touching a porcelain doll.
She felt a cool touch on her cheek. She looked down and saw that Yun Xianqing's fingertips were covered in some white medicine.
They were applying medicine to her face, but she didn't even know when she had been injured.
Meng Chiwan slapped his hand away and said, "What are you pretending for? You should jump into the sea and wash your brain right now."
Unexpectedly, Yun Xianqing smiled when he saw her like this, his eyes filled with tender light, as if he were lost in a deep affection.
“I like you, I’m not pretending.” Yun Xianqing slowly bent down, picked it up, put it on the table, and then reached out to straighten the disheveled blanket.
For a moment, Meng Chiwan even missed that wooden puppet.
The person in front of me seemed to have gone there for further studies, becoming even more shameless.
Meng Chiwan slowly gave a smile: "I don't like you. Can you please get off the boat I rented?"
Wait, how is the boatman? Is the boatwoman still alive?
"Oh no, it was clearly Chi Wan who brought me here." Yun Xianqing also laughed, looking perfectly impeccable.
Meng Chiwan didn't want to talk to him anymore and was about to get out of bed, but he stopped her from doing so.
He grasped her ankle.
Meng Chiwan raised her foot to kick him.
His hands held her firmly in place, and then he gently helped her put on her shoes and socks before stepping aside to let her out.
Meng Chiwan sneered: It's just a sugar-coated bullet. Did you think it would work on her?
When she stood up, you could clearly feel that she was still feeling a little uncomfortable, but she didn't show it at all. She walked steadily and looked perfectly healthy.
She didn't hear his footsteps following her, but she could feel his burning gaze. She had a feeling that if she slowed down even a little, she would be dragged back in the next second.
This feeling is very unpleasant.
So she turned around and looked at him with the coldest gaze.
He then lowered his head and took out a book that he had somehow found to read.
Only then did Meng Chiwan feel relieved enough to leave the cabin.
She assumed the boatman would be tied up on the boat, but in fact, she had misjudged Yun Xianqing's ruthlessness.
The boatman was tied up and hanging from the side of the boat, his legs dangling haphazardly across the water, as if he would be swallowed by a big fish at any moment.
The boatman was still seasick. His deeply lined face was now a bluish-purple color, making it difficult to discern anything.
With a little trick, Meng Chiwan brought the boatman back to his senses.
She withdrew her magic, stood by the boat, and pulled the man aboard. Seeing that he was conscious, she said, "The goddess of fortune has smiled upon us; we survived. Don't you have anything to say?"
Her voice was devoid of emotion, and the boatman couldn't figure out what she meant. He could only look up at the sky, then look around, and finally accept the fact that he had survived.
"They survived...that's really..."
Meng Chiwan waited quietly for his words.
His next words were: "That's really... terrible."
Meng Chiwan raised an eyebrow and said, "Then you can go down now."
As she spoke, she picked up the rope, ready to throw the person into the sea.
This time, the boatman didn't close his eyes and wait to die, nor did he utter any cryptic words. He grabbed Meng Chiwan's sleeve and said, "Dying here is different from dying under those giant waves. If you spare my life, I can lead you out of the Desolate Abyss."
Meng Chiwan still didn't loosen the rope, adopting a scrutinizing posture, and said, "How can I believe you won't turn back halfway? You won't even tell me why you suddenly changed your mind."
The boatman said, "Giant waves are a gift from the demon god, but people are thrown into the sea and drown."
Meng Chiwan didn't quite understand his logic; she just thought he was crazy, especially since his hands were so dirty and had soiled her clothes.
She blinked, thinking that maybe she should just throw it into the sea.
"I deliberately led you to that area of the sea." Seeing that she remained unmoved, the boatman was only afraid that he would be thrown into the sea.
Thinking of the sea, he glanced in the direction of the cabin, then shrank his ankles, as if he had thought of something particularly terrifying.
Meng Chiwan sneered, "You mean, the original sea route to the Desolate Abyss wasn't that one?"
The boatman replied, "Yes."
Meng Chiwan immediately lifted the rope and lowered half of his body into the sea.
The moment the boatman's toes touched the seawater, he yelled, "I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything! Pull me up!"
The people on the ship were certainly frightening, but the things in the sea were even more fascinating.
The boatman grew increasingly frightened. His gaze involuntarily drifted towards the cabin, a mixture of wanting to know what was happening inside and fearing he might actually see something.
Seeing this, Meng Chiwan said, "After you finish speaking, I will let you up again. If you say anything that displeases me, I will call the person inside to come out and torment you."
As soon as she finished speaking, the boatman saw the figure that made him wish he were dead.
He was so frightened that he almost lost his mind, and said, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything! We fishermen in the Demon Realm have a legend about a certain body of water in Yun'an Sea..."
Meng Chiwan listened attentively, but the boat suddenly slowly approached the shore.
She looked up. The trees were towering and lush.
We've arrived at the Desolate Abyss.
Author's Note: Long time no see!
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