The knife is about one meter long, with a handle about 20 centimeters long and a blade about 60 or 70 centimeters long.
A long, slightly curved blood groove was cut into the blade.
Although the blade is somewhat mottled from seawater erosion, its sharpness can still be felt.
Feng Ye gripped the longsword in his hand, and a heavy feeling immediately came over him.
He was about to swing it when he suddenly remembered something, and took the knife closer to examine it carefully.
Immediately, a surge of anger rose within him.
He recognized the origin of the knife simply because he knew its origin.
This is a Japanese samurai sword, the standard-issue military sword of Japanese officers during the War of Resistance against Japan.
Without a doubt, this knife belongs to this corpse.
"Fuck your mother..."
He turned and kicked the corpse, shattering the already skeletal body into pieces, scattering the bones everywhere.
He no longer felt fear toward the corpse; only a burning rage to vent.
Indeed, what is there to be afraid of when faced with the corpse of a beast?
Still seemingly not satisfied, he slashed directly at the head with his sword.
Perhaps because it had been soaking in the sea for too long, it had lost the hardness that bones should have. When he slashed it, the skull shattered into two halves.
He then made a few more cuts, slicing the two halves of the skull into pieces.
"Damn, what bad luck!"
After venting his anger, Feng Ye took his samurai sword and floated towards the sea.
As for this small box, it would be very difficult to float up while holding it; it would take too much physical effort.
He planned to go up, find a rope, come down again, tie it up, and pull it up.
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