This Isn't Over
He could already feel the feelers behind him. They were about to hit his back.
This was because moving around in the water would increase the resistance.
He still chose to climb up the ink fountain line.
Soon, he saw the water above his head light up from time to time.
Not long after, he poked his head out of the water.
As soon as he came out of the water, he saw his grandfather collect the ink thread with one hand and grab his arm with the other.
They were so fast that they were dragged onto the boat by their grandfather without any rest on the water.
As soon as they boarded the boat, they heard rustling sounds coming from all directions.
Needless to say, this was the tentacle that had followed behind him just now.
What kind of monster was this?
"Grandpa, be careful. Those things are following us.”
Su Ming was afraid that his grandfather wouldn't notice and would be dragged away by these things.
When he looked back, he couldn't help but rub his eyes.
At this moment, Grandpa seemed to have changed into a different person.
Su Ming had never seen such an expression on his face. He didn't answer.
His face was filled with killing intent as he stared at everything in front of him.
Su Mingzhi felt as if the air around him had frozen, and the lightning in the sky kept flashing.
Thunder rumbled as he thought, echoing from the valley in the distance.
Grandpa held the rope that was hanging in the boat's canopy in his hand.
He swung his arm and whipped the tentacles.
For a moment, the rope made a whistling sound as it fell on the deck.
Every time it landed, it would whip the tentacles until they broke off.
The tentacles that had fallen to the deck were in extreme pain. They twisted on the spot and bounced like shrimps that had fallen on the shore.
After dozens of whips, the tentacles continued to reach into the ship.
"You're courting death!"
Grandpa shouted and raised the corpse rope to wave at them again.
The corpse binding rope was whipped and whipped by him. After a few times, it still pounced towards Su Ming.
As the tentacles broke off, the surface became bigger and bigger.
At the beginning, there was no blood flowing out.
As the cut surface grew larger, blood began to spurt out.
From the occasional flash of lightning, one could clearly see blood mist splattering out from the places where the corpse ropes were lashed.
In an instant, the entire boat was covered in a layer of bloody smell.
Grandpa grabbed Su Ming and pulled him in front of him. He grabbed Su Ming's hand.
He had yet to react to what his grandfather was doing.
He felt a sharp object graze his palm, and the next moment, warm blood flowed out of his palm.
"Hold the rope."
Although this voice came from his grandfather, Su Ming felt that it was very unfamiliar.
She still followed his instructions and grabbed the rope.
As soon as he grabbed it, the whip was lashed out.
Su Ming felt a burning sensation in his palm, and a bone-piercing feeling came from his wound.
"Is this still Grandpa?"
Su Ming questioned.
When he pulled out the whip stained with Su Ming's blood, he didn't stop at all.
In the blink of an eye, he discovered that the tentacles that the corpse binding rope had whipped began to panic.
The flames that had been charging forward all disappeared, and they kept retreating into the water.
The dark clouds in the sky became much thinner than before.
The thunder and lightning stopped for a moment.
From the beginning to the end, not a single drop of rain fell.
When everything quieted down, the engine on the boat started to sound again.
Su Ming didn't know if it was because there were too many noises or because he didn't pay attention, but he felt that he didn't hear the sound of a motor at all.
Moreover, the ship did not move much.
At this moment, Grandpa walked to the deck beside the bed, still holding the corpse rope in his hand.
When he stood at the bow of the ship and looked around, Su Ming felt that he was particularly dignified, and his back was straight.
Other than the sage-like air he had, he also felt a little imposing.
The pain from the cut on his right hand had disappeared.
Because the blood was gushing out of the wound quickly, he clenched his fist and tried to stop the blood from flowing out.
The sky was slightly bright, just like the dawn.
He opened his palm and a few drops of blood dripped from it.
He didn't expect that the wound that felt like a big cut wasn't deep.
The blood that fell on the boat coincidentally landed on the peach wood sword.
It might have been left in the cabin when his grandfather was taking the corpse rope.
He picked up the peach wood sword on the ground and walked out of the boat.
The wind outside was also much weaker, and everything seemed to be slowly returning to calm.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Grandpa came back and coughed a lot before he heaved a sigh of relief and stopped coughing.
"Grandpa, what's wrong? Did you just get injured?"
Su Ming went forward to support his grandfather and asked with concern.
"I'm not injured. Are you hurt anywhere when you were pulled down?”
Hearing his reply, he felt much more normal.
Grandpa saw that Su Ming's clothes were torn and looked around him again.
"No!"
Su Ming's body felt sore and swollen, but he pretended to be calm.
"I'm down there!"
"We'll talk about it when we get home."
Su Ming wanted to tell his grandfather what he saw down there, but he was interrupted by his grandfather.
Seeing his grandfather's serious face, he knew that this matter was not over.
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