After dinner, after a few warm-up games, the guests returned to their rooms to "sleep".
Eight o'clock sharp.
All lights on the entire cruise ship were completely extinguished, and the night activity time officially began.
"The lights are really turned off," Wen Xingze chatted with the photographer, "Won't the other staff members be scared?" Many positions in the production team have to act alone.
The photographer smiled cheerfully: "What are you afraid of? You can do magic. If there's a ghost, just turn into a shark and bite it!"
After the magic event that afternoon, Wen Xingze's image had clearly become deified in everyone's eyes. Two guests even approached him quietly that afternoon to ask if he would teach...
"It's not like I received nine years of compulsory education at Hogwarts." Wen Xingze sighed, although he didn't know magic either.
Just like Werewolf, ordinary navigators without any skills can only sleep in their rooms at night, while sirens can go out and "kill people", but they can only kill one person per night. All sirens must first gather on the deck to discuss who to kill.
Of course, in this game killing someone is not called killing, but cursing someone, but it’s just a difference in name.
Although the process of the board game was completely copied into reality, Wen Xingze still found it quite fun.
The funniest thing is that when Wen Xingze reached the deck, the other two sirens had already arrived.
Wen Xingze, who claimed to be a navigator, and Zhu Bo, who also claimed to be a navigator, looked at each other on the deck.
Zhu Bo: "Haha, Hengzhi, you are making a fool of me."
Wen Xingze: "Haha, Brother Yanxun, you've made a fool of me too."
As long as I'm open and honest, embarrassment won't be able to catch up with me. The broken plastic boat of friendship is painstakingly stitched together and sets sail again.
The ones who laughed the loudest were the photographer and the third mermaid. Supermodel Fang Ruxue slapped her thighs and laughed like a goose: "Goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose!"
Wen Xingze: “…” Although it’s very embarrassing, isn’t this smile a bit too exaggerated?
The three men gathered together to discuss who to kill. Because they were on the deck and there was wind on a moonlit night, Wen Xingze suddenly felt like he was filming a spy movie where danger was everywhere and the wind was howling.
In the end, they voted to kill Jean first because Fang Ruxue was the one who punched him when he was picking a room to flirt with a girl. Zhu Bo's reason was simple: he was jealous of the playboy who didn't have to work as a social worker, film, or be shot by Director Zheng.
What a real reason this is.
After leaving the deck, they have to act separately - because this is a real-life version of Werewolf, and unlike a board game, it doesn't mean you can kill anyone you want. The guests who are "killed" can also resist.
There is a name tag tearing segment here. If the name tag is torn off, it is considered as being killed. Although the navigator cannot take the initiative to go out and kill people, he can escape when being killed, or even kill the siren.
So in order to successfully tear off Jean's name tag or prevent Jean from running away, they need to split into three groups and block all escape routes.
Fang Ruxue suddenly beckoned Wen Xingze over. She removed the jade hairpin from her hair and handed it to Wen Xingze: "Don't you know magic? Can you turn this..."
Wen Xingze was just about to explain again that magic is not magic and cannot copy things, when Fang Ruxue suddenly stopped.
She stared at Wen Xingze's eyes for two seconds, and suddenly showed a bewitched expression.
"Has anyone ever told me that looking at you makes me want to feed you jade bracelets, jade hairpins, and jade pendants?" Fang Ruxue murmured.
Wen Xingze: “…………Yes, quite a few.”
Fang Ruxue: "Then do you want to eat?"
Wen Xingze wanted to cry but had no tears: "I don't want to eat, sister, I am an ordinary human."
Fang Ruxue showed the same regretful expression as Xu Qianqian, and finally handed the jade hairpin to him and said, "Then please hold it for me first. When you pass by the front desk, please help me check it in."
Fang Ruxue has a personal hobby of liking Hanfu, and this jade hairpin has accompanied her to many fashion shows. Wearing a jade hairpin can easily break, and she was in a hurry to go out and forgot about it for a moment.
Wen Xingze breathed a sigh of relief and said okay.
Turn back time slightly by one hour.
At seven o'clock, not far from the Fantasy, another ship was quietly approaching in the darkness.
Mi Mingyou is a reporter for the Pineapple Newspaper.
The Pineapple Newspaper cannot be said to be authoritative in the media world, but it is also a media outlet with a very high level of attention. The reason is that they are very bold and dare to report on everything - overseas politicians, top-tier scandals, and even strange and supernatural things.
They are the first to report on many celebrity scandals, such as the Xu Baijing incident some time ago, where their agency was one of the media outlets at the forefront.
Mi Mingyou sat on the deck, unable to hide his excitement.
Apart from him, the other reporters on the ship were all reporters from seemingly third-rate magazines and newspapers like "Folk Tales" and "After the Rain Stories", but Mi Mingyou knew that their real identity was... the mainstream media in the world of charlatans!
Yes, the charlatan circle, or feng shui circle, is a mysterious circle in China.
Because of many regulations after the founding of the country, such as prohibiting the formation of spirits, they do not often appear in public. Most of them serve wealthy politicians, and they have always had unique information exchange channels in secret, which are these seemingly third-rate story magazines and newspapers.
All major events in the Feng Shui circle will be published in the newspaper in the form of stories, and will spread throughout the country and even the world's Feng Shui circles the next day. The speed is shocking.
For Mi Mingyou, this "lurking" was a huge surprise. She never expected to meet Xu Baijing, who was still pretending to be mute!
What was even more unexpected was that Xu Baijing actually planned to steal other people's fate. If this matter were to be exposed, it would cause such an uproar. Their Pineapple Society would surely become famous all over the world.
"Is the person wearing the jade hairpin correct?" The person in the center of the crowd was Xu Baijing's father, Xu Sichao, one of the most renowned feng shui masters in China. "The lights on the cruise ship have been turned off. To confirm it's the jade hairpin, we can use the jade artifact to locate it."
At this time, Xu Baijing was speaking nearby: "Yes, □□ used a compass to infer her location. She's on this cruise ship. All we need to do is get a strand of her hair and lure her into the formation, and that'll be all..."
Of course, stealing fate is not something that can be done just by stealing. It is easier to rob a child of his luck. For example, Xu Baijing started stealing Wen Xingze's luck when he was eight years old. At that time, he only needed to get a strand of Wen Xingze's hair.
But stealing an adult's luck requires more than just hair; one also needs to lure the victim into the magic circle right in front of them. But Xu Baijing was very confident—because his adoptive father, Xu Sichao, had already come out of retirement, so this matter must be a sure thing!
Xu Sichao, dressed in a Tang suit, put his hands behind his back, frowning as if he couldn't bear it. "Bai Jing, that supermodel is called Fang Ruxue, right? She's only 25, not much older than you."
Seeing Xu Sichao showing signs of regret, Xu Baijing's face changed and he immediately began to moan miserably, "Dad, can you bear to see me so miserable? Besides, after I take her luck, I will give her money and introduce her to a wealthy boyfriend. Why should a woman work so hard for her career? In the end, she still has to get married..."
Xu Sichao sighed and said, "Okay."
Shit. Mi Mingyou was shocked. In this day and age, there were still people like Xu Baijing whose values were so disgusting.
Moreover, Xu Sichao seemed to be better than Xu Baijing, but in the end he was still aiding and abetting the evil, and was only pretending to sympathize from his own standpoint.
It seems that this family is not a good person.
A tiny camera was clipped to Mi Mingyou's tie, recording everything and broadcasting it live online. Because the title wasn't explosive enough, there were only a few dozen viewers.
However, the live broadcasts on this website are all recorded in full. Mi Mingyou didn't plan to expose anything through live broadcasts at the beginning. He just wanted to live broadcast at the same time as recording, so as to save memory. Otherwise, a simple micro camera could not record for too long.
In any case, after saying such words to Xu Baijing, it would be completely hopeless for him to make a comeback.
“…”
Mi Mingyou was lost in thought when the reporters and other charlatans nearby suddenly became agitated. Someone excitedly said, "It's about to begin! Master Xu's magic!"
"Master Xu said he would summon a dragon to take us from this ship to the cruise ship!"
"Master Xu is known as the number one in the Feng Shui world because, in this Dharma-Ending Age, he can still manipulate a lot of spiritual energy and even condense it into form—"
Mi Mingyou also became excited. This was another thing he was looking forward to.
The most powerful Feng Shui master in China! Just how magical are they?
Would a black sea serpent thicker than a train suddenly appear? Or would opening a cabinet connect me to another ocean? At worst, controlling the ocean currents would always be possible, right?
Like the other reporters, Mi Mingyou excitedly moved forward, and everyone was eager to see some magic—
Xu Sichao began to make hand gestures, draw talismans and chant spells.
Reporters: "Wow!"
Five minutes later, Xu Sichao was still making hand gestures, drawing talismans, and chanting spells.
Reporters: “Wow…”
Half an hour later, when the reporters had already sat down and started playing Landlord and drawing turtles, Xu Sichao was still making hand gestures, drawing talismans, and chanting spells.
Reporters: "Yawn..."
An hour later, Xu Sichao finally stopped making hand gestures, drawing talismans and chanting spells. He bit his fingertips, let out a "ha" sound, and his whole face turned red.
Then a line appeared before him—
The snake, as wide as a little finger, swam tremblingly in the air.
Mi Mingyou and reporters: "..."Puff.
"Don't laugh!" the other charlatans warned them. "This is the Dharma Ending Age, and the spiritual veins are drying up. It's already very difficult for Master Xu to borrow spiritual energy and transform into a snake out of thin air. No one in the world can do such a great thing!"
Mi Mingyou: "Okay, okay."
A reporter nearby asked, "How will this 'dragon' carry us to the cruise ship?"
Xu Sichao was obviously annoyed by the outsiders' reaction and said with a wave of his sleeve: "Why not? Just ride the dragon! If you don't dare, I will do it!"
The charlatan next to him quickly advised him: "Master Xu, be careful, why don't we start the small raft and swim over quietly..."
But Xu Sichao refused to listen and insisted on riding the dragon. Mi Mingyou just thought something magical would happen. He held on to a last glimmer of hope for the Feng Shui world.
As a result, just two seconds after Xu Sichao flew out, there was a splash, and both he and the snake fell into the sea.
"Hurry up and save them!"
"Master Xu fell into the sea!!!"
“Ahhhh!”
Mi Mingyou: “…”
Damn it, metaphysics is really a lie.
Muse Empire, Lancer Star, Atlantis.
The dome of the Elders' Hall was still missing. It was not that it could not be repaired, but the three elders refused to repair the dome out of some expectation that the king would come again.
Of course, the actions of Xu Baijing, Xu Sichao and others could not be hidden from the eyes of parents.
"They are just ants, not even big enough to fill my teeth." Cang held the mermaid beads tied in her hair in his hands and crushed them one by one.
Elder Li sneered, "Then why are you so anxious? Traitor, what are you talking about? 'My King'? I think you actually like him very much."
Cang squinted his eyes and glanced at him, sneering: "I am
Like him? Ridiculous, then I'd like to ask some people why their tails wag like dogs when they see him."
The two people's eyes crackled in the air, confronting each other.
After a while, the quarrel escalated into a fight.
"Don't let the younger generation laugh at you." You frowned.
Cang adjusted his hair crown, coughed lightly, and sat down again: "Just in case, let Wuzhixia send a few sharks over."
“…”
Xu Sichao and others still don’t know what they are about to face.
On the Fantasy, Wen Xingze, holding Fang Ruxue's jade hairpin, hadn't even reached the front desk when Dahei and a bald crow suddenly appeared and started arguing. It was called an argument, but in reality, Dahei was being bullied unilaterally.
Because Wen Xingze felt that the short dagger was too conspicuous, and such controlled knives were not allowed on the cruise ship, Dahei was forced to become a small Q-version dagger pendant, strung together with a red rope and hung on Wen Xingze's wrist.
The red string is transformed from the Sea God Pearl, so they just restrain each other.
At first, the crow angrily questioned Wen Xingze and Dahei: "Quack? Quack, quack, quack!"
It was clearly its vampire familiar that came first, so how did this snake manage to take over first?
Dahei felt aggrieved and didn't know why he was being scolded, and made a dull buzzing sound.
Wen Xingze didn't understand the dagger language, and guessed from the context that Dahei was saying the word "senior".
Because the next second, the reserve food put its wings on its hips and said proudly: "Ga, ga ga——"
Photographer: "This crow is..."
"It's a food reserve," Wen Xingze introduced. "It's a bald crow. I'm not very familiar with it."
The photographer was confused: "Oh oh."
The reserve food was suddenly heartbroken and raised its wings to cover its chest. Wen Xingze discovered that it was indeed a dramatic crow with rich body language and expressions.
Reserved Grain looked at Wen Xingze in disbelief and accused:
"Ga, ga ga ga?" Who has carried a gun and shed blood for you, and who has lost all his hair and become bald for you?
Wen Xingze rationally pointed out: "The guns and bloodshed are just your imagination, right?"
Photographer: “……???” Cross-server communication?
The grain reserves were heartbroken.
The bald crow covered its chest with one wing, staggered away from the unfaithful man, and flew towards the deck. Then it saw:
Hundreds of suspicious-looking people in orange life jackets were scrambling up the deck via ropes, some carrying reporters clutching instruments, others charlatans carrying cinnabar and mahogany swords and talismans.
One of them looks familiar, his name is Xu Bai something, and the guy next to him in a Tang suit should be one of his fathers.
The reserve food quickly folded its wings and hid in the corner to observe what they were going to do.
Xu Sichao ordered his charlatan to fetch cinnabar and began to make hand gestures, draw talismans, and chant spells on the deck. The reporters almost wanted to pull out their playing cards and continue playing, but the grain reserve was stern.
This formation is very vicious.
Even the food reserves cannot guarantee that I can solve the problem within ten seconds in my current state.
It seems that Xu Sichao's title as the number one master in the Chinese Feng Shui circle is not entirely in vain. He is very good at this kind of insidious and harmful unconventional method.
The cinnabar on the deck gradually connected into pieces, emitting a blood-red glow. Dense swarms of centipedes and spiders emerged from the formation, with thin limbs, black eyes, and bulging bellies.
This is a formation designed to steal fate. If an ordinary person is led into the formation and bitten by a poisonous insect, not only will their luck be stolen, but even the fate of two people can be completely replaced, and even their lives can be taken away for money.
The most important thing is... it's so disgusting!!!
"Quack--" Although the food reserve is a crow, it is a high-level crow with life pursuits.
Wen Xingze, who came to look for the grain reserve behind him, couldn't help but sigh, "How disgusting! Is that Xu Baijing? Who is he targeting?"
Wen Xingze was also reminded by Dagger Dahei. It seemed that it sensed an ominous aura on the deck and was worried that the stored food would be caught and eaten, so it rushed over.
The grain reserve was very moved: "Ah!"
As for the big brother who was filming, I would temporarily use the illusion of the vampire filter to delay him for ten minutes, and let him stay in a safe place to film the ceiling.
No matter who they are targeting, since it has caused such a big fuss, Wen Xingze can't just sit back and watch.
He was in a hurry to go back to record the show.
As for just in case something unexpected happens... Wen Xingze touched the Nebula Bluetooth headset in his pocket and had to trouble the omnipotent Teacher Chi to save the situation.
On the other side, on the deck.
Mi Mingyou glanced down at the tiny camera on his tie clip, a nervous ache building inside him. He felt a little uneasy watching the scene unfold. Although he'd regained a small respect for China's Feng Shui community, centipedes and spiders—how disgusting!!!
I don’t know if his live broadcast will be banned by the platform, I hope not, although his colleague is also recording the live broadcast in real time.
What Mi Mingyou didn't know was that not only was his live broadcast not banned, but the live broadcast room number was also rapidly spreading in China's largest anonymous Feng Shui forum.
Because Xu Sichao is still very famous in the Feng Shui circle, more and more Feng Shui colleagues and spectators have opened the live broadcast room, either out of curiosity, admiration, or to join in the fun...
I saw that the poisonous insects in the formation were gathering more and more, and the scorpions on the outermost edge had begun to crawl to the outside. Although they had not left the deck yet, it was only a matter of time before they spread throughout the entire cruise ship.
When Xu Sichao had just made a fool of himself, Xu Baijing had been watching from the side with a sour face. Now he finally showed an attitude of admiration for his father. He took the lead in praising his father, and those charlatans and charlatan entertainment reporters naturally followed suit:
"As expected of my dad, he's awesome!"
"Master Xu is able to skillfully control dozens of poisonous insects. Amazing!"
"A master is a master. No one can break this formation—"
Bang——
Suddenly, there was a loud sound of something heavy falling to the ground, which brought the noisy sounds on the deck to an abrupt halt.
Everyone looked over at the same time.
The door leading from the inner cabin to the deck had been opened for a long time. The only lamp on the deck that was not extinguished was placed on the side, and the half-bright and half-dark light fell there just right, which became the focus of the whole audience.
The lower half of the boy's face was covered by a mask, revealing a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, with a few strands of faint blue in the halo, and a teardrop mole at the corner of his eye.
No tiny ripple can escape his sight.
He knelt on one knee, leaning forward slightly. His waist and back formed a neat, slender arc, like a bow. In one hand, he held a pure black dagger, piercing the ferocious scorpion from top to bottom as it was about to swim out of the deck.
The half-kneeling boy had his hair on his forehead wet with sweat, sticking to his cheeks. He half-closed his eyes and looked lazy and nonchalant, but he had a hidden edge, a kind of indescribable and aggressive handsomeness.
Like a medieval knight, more like a crowned king without a crown.
After a loud bang, the poisonous scorpion under the dagger was engulfed by the flames that suddenly ignited, and the scorpions scattered on the deck also turned into ashes after wailing.
Just looking at this scene, one would mistake it for a screenshot from a movie.
The whole audience was silent.
In an unknown live broadcast room on an unknown live broadcast platform, the number of viewers and barrage traffic suddenly increased sharply!
If Mi Mingyou hadn't realized that he was still lurking, she would have wanted to scream for him.
So handsome!
Even the poisonous insects in the center of the magic circle stopped increasing in number. The scorpions, spiders, and centipedes actually shrank timidly to one side. Because there was not enough space, they even started biting each other.
This made the charlatans who had just boasted about being the "best in the world" feel extremely embarrassed. They looked away as if nothing had happened and whistled.
Xu Sichao never expected that the magic circle he was so proud of would suddenly fall into a passive position. He was so angry that he trembled: "A mere yellow-haired kid, there is nothing to be afraid of!"
Xu Baijing's calves went weak when he saw the familiar mask. This was also the reason why he gave up on opposing Wen Xingze. The last castle incident had left him with too much psychological trauma!
"Sorry," Wen Xingze looked at the dead scorpions on the ground. He was actually quite embarrassed. He hadn't expected Dahei to be so powerful. He had just wanted to show them off. "I didn't expect you to be so weak..."
Xu Sichao: “…”
Xu Sichao vomited blood.
He bit his tongue and shouted angrily: "This formation is only half of my life's work!"
"..." Is this already half of your life's skills? Wen Xingze showed an obvious expression of pity, and Xu Sichao was so angry that he rolled his eyes.
Xu Sichao hurriedly activated the formation, and the poisonous insects immediately regained their strength, even becoming several times larger than before, still spitting venom, and their postures became more and more ferocious.
But the next second.
When Wen Xingze let go of the dagger, all the charlatans present were suddenly startled and felt some unusual and powerful aura.
The sea roared, rolled, and gathered. The air in the entire space seemed to stagnate, and dark clouds quickly gathered in the sky. The humming sound of the ancient bell could be heard faintly, spreading in all directions.
A pure black sea snake appeared out of nowhere, with a pair of scarlet, cold vertical pupils.
It hovered above the cruise ship, its body seemingly enveloping the entire three-story vessel, its size surprisingly larger than the ship itself. Its scales were so sharp that they instantly blocked out all the moonlight, casting a dark shadow over the ship.
Because of its huge size, the sea snake just rested its head on the deck in a wronged manner, and with a snap, it crushed the poisonous insect array that had just regained its strength.
Xu Sichao: “…”
Reporters and charlatans: “…………”
"Mr. Xu, right?" Wen Xingze said, "I don't mean to offend you, but look, if you're here for money, can this matter be resolved with money?"
Dahei understood what Wen Xingze said, was silent for two seconds, and suddenly opened his mouth.
All the shamans on the deck huddled in a corner, looking at the bloody mouth in terror, thinking they were going to die here, but in reality, Dahei just spat out a bunch of...
Huge pearls, sapphires, jade and diamonds, as well as various antiques, minerals, energy stones, and mother-of-pearl.
Although it is only the tip of the iceberg of the mermaid tribe's treasures, a small hill has been piled up on the deck, which is roughly equivalent to over 100 million RMB.
One has to admit that faced with so many treasures, even Xu Sichao felt a little shaken, not to mention the other reporters and charlatans, who were almost drooling and rushing over to hug every one they could.
Then Dahei excitedly wagged his tail and took credit to Wen Xingze, thinking that his money-making ability had come online very timely.
Wen Xingze: “…”
Unfortunately, Wen Xingze didn't intend to praise it. He frowned and looked at the treasures for a while, then said to Dahei, "They are not worth so much money. You swallow these back."
Dahei: “…”
The charlatans: “…………”
Dahei blinked his eyes, lowered his big head even more pitifully, and swallowed the treasure back with a roar.
Xu Sichao was so angry that his hair stood on end: "Then how much are we worth?"
Wen Xingze touched the tip of his nose and thought carefully.
Then.
The charlatans watched helplessly as Wen Xingze took out his wallet and pulled out three ten-yuan bills: "Is that enough? If not, add another ten yuan?"
Xu Sichao had a heart attack.
...This is too much!!!
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