Since this had happened once, they had gained experience, so everyone calmed down a bit when they heard it.
Liu Zhixiong was just about to ask everyone to find a place to rest when he heard a girl's clear and pleasant voice coming from the door.
"No one can sleep tonight."
Liu Zhixiong was stunned. "Why?"
Ye Lan looked back from the doorway and said calmly, "Because we are here not by accident, it is something in the water that is calling us. Even those water monsters before were driven by something here."
What?
When everyone heard this, they didn't react for a moment.
"Master Ye, are you saying that those monsters are just your subordinates serving as vanguards?"
Ye Lan nodded.
Everyone thought they were listening to a fairy tale. "Doesn't that mean the things in the water are as intelligent as humans?"
How is this possible?
"Why not?" Ye Lan asked calmly, "The most primitive life on Earth was born in the ocean, and humans are only second-order creatures. If it were a creature from the ancient water system, it would be inevitable that its IQ would surpass that of humans."
Creatures with intelligence beyond that of humans.
Just a few words make people shudder and feel chilled.
"Haha, Master Ye, it's better not to tell scary ghost stories in the middle of the night." Liu Zhixiong hugged his arms and laughed dryly twice, and automatically shrank inside.
Ye Lan shook off the damp moisture on his hands that was filled with Yin energy, asked Wu Heng to prepare cinnabar paper and pen, and started drawing talismans on the spot.
"The yin energy here is too strong, affecting the magnetic field. The air can also cause damage to the human body. If you stay here for too long, you will feel anxious, short of breath, and dizzy. In severe cases, you may suffocate and go into shock. So I've drawn some purification talismans for you to carry with you." She picked up the pen, glanced at the people from the Xuanmen Association, and instructed, "Come and help us. The yin energy here is too strong. One or two talismans are not enough. Draw as much as you can. Replace the talisman paper when it turns black."
Although the people of the Xuanmen Association did not want an outsider to be in charge, Ye Lan's ability was obvious to all.
Finally, President Yu Jinming stood next to Ye Lan and learned to cast a spell.
"I haven't thanked you for what happened just now." Yu Jinming still had a bandage on his neck, which was caused by the hairy monster pinching and scratching his neck. Now he put down his old face and thanked Ye Lan sincerely.
He was not an ungrateful person, and now that she was willing to show the talisman to everyone, which was a special skill for many people, he admired the girl's broad-mindedness and overall perspective.
"Yeah." Ye Lan nodded slightly, accepting his gratitude.
Seeing this, the other disciples of the association had no choice but to put aside their prejudices temporarily and gather around the table to study together.
Just by looking at it, someone exclaimed.
"Why is this purification talisman different from the ones we usually see? Did I draw it wrong?" A disciple who was outstanding in his studies immediately drew the purification talisman he had learned. "This is what I strived for...ah!"
He just picked up the talisman paper and wanted to show it to everyone, when he suddenly saw the talisman paper turn black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into black ash as it was filled with yin energy.
The disciple's fingers trembled due to the cold of the Yin energy, and he quickly threw the talisman paper away.
Ye Lan took a look and said calmly, "Don't waste the talisman paper. Ordinary purification talismans can't block the Yin energy. Only modified ones can."
Transformation?
"You mean you can create your own spells?" The disciple scoffed, clearly unconvinced. He said bluntly, "Xuanmen spells are the wisdom passed down by our ancestors for thousands of years. You can just change them and even enhance their effects. Doesn't that mean the world is full of geniuses? I think your spell is fine because it doesn't work at all."
"Don't be rude!" Yu Jinming scolded.
However, the Hong Kong Xuanmen Association is already very powerful, and all the disciples are arrogant and conceited. Even if everyone keeps their mouths shut, it can be seen that they agree with the disciple's point of view, so they are not sincere when drawing the talisman.
The most important thing in drawing talismans is to focus the mind and body. If your attention is distracted, the effect of the drawing will be greatly reduced.
Wu Heng, watching several disciples sloppily graffitiing, immediately grew furious. "You don't have to draw if you don't want to. You'll be the ones dying anyway."
He snatched the talisman paper and didn't want to give it to them even if it was worthless.
They were all young men full of vigor and vitality, and tension soon arose between the two sides.
Yu Jinming was so angry that he was fuming and was about to teach the man a lesson when he heard a commotion coming from the rich businessman's side.
"Mr. Zhao! Are you okay? Come quickly, Mr. Zhao has fainted!"
Someone shouted, and the bodyguards surrounded them the next second.
"Does Mr. Zhao have a heart disease or something? Does he have medicine with him?" Liu Zhixiong asked around and was immediately overwhelmed when he learned that the person lying on the ground had no hidden illness.
He felt that these people were responsible, and if anyone died on the ship, he would have to take the blame no matter what the reason.
Just when he was getting anxious, the disciple from the association ran over, pushed through the crowd and half-knelt in front of Mr. Zhao. "My family studied Chinese medicine, and I can also treat patients."
Hearing this, Liu Zhixiong was so moved that he almost cried. He stared at the other person, took his pulse, checked his pupils, and looked at his palms and soles, full of hope.
Finally, the disciple shook his head and said regretfully, "He probably has a chronic respiratory disease. His pupils are dilated. Without oxygen tanks and specialized equipment... It's a shame, but he can't be saved."
It can't be saved.
Liu Zhixiong sat down on the ground with a pale face.
It's over.
His cheeks twitched, as if he was laughing and crying. When he felt that the tears were about to burst out, a piece of yellow talisman paper suddenly floated down slowly from above his head and slowly landed on Mr. Zhao.
After a few seconds, Mr. Zhao, who had been unresponsive, suddenly opened his eyes and took a deep breath of air, like a drowning person being pulled out of the water.
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