When this thought first came to Mo Ye's mind, the range of her gaze was already about to break away from the figure that fell straight from the top of the mast. And she was only in a trance for a moment, and when she tried to find out where the figure was, she barely caught half of the silhouette of a gray figure before sliding down the ropeway into the water.

"Uncle Wu......"

Mo Ye didn't hold back, and two words came out of his throat.

Because she couldn't help but make a sound, the sound was not loud, and against the background of the noise environment she was in at this time, it was more and more reflected as slightly as a mosquito "buzzing".

But Yenono, who was standing very close to her, still noticed something strange and glanced sideways at her.

Ye Nuonuo felt that Mo Ye seemed to say something just now, but when she looked at her, she saw that she was looking silently and did not speak, but her eyes seemed to contain a heart that did not confide.

After Mo Ye lost his mind and whispered, he quickly realized that this behavior was inappropriate, and he quickly pursed his lips and stopped talking. But in her heart, she was still worried about the agile figure who was suspected of being Wu Shu. Although she subconsciously understood that Wu Shu was superb in martial arts and agile, when he was submerged in the water, her heart couldn't help but rise.

The gray figure had been diving for a long time.

The dozen or so crew members who stopped at the bow of the ship also began to show signs of anxiety. Several crew members had already pointed to the water, and then opened their lips to the people next to them, and said something quickly, as if they couldn't hold back and wanted to go down and have a look.

How long can a person hold his breath underwater?

Mo Ye nervously and quickly searched for memory fragments in her mind, and before she could figure out this question, she saw the surface of the water where Wu Shu had dived into the water just now, and suddenly a large white and blue splash bulged from below, and the eyes of the crew at the bow of the ship towards the water surface also became neat.

The gray figure finally emerged from the water and quickly climbed back to the boat along the ropeway. Sitting on the board, he was soaking wet, but it allowed Mo Ye to identify him more clearly.

His hair, which was not so voluminous, had been soaked by the sea, and had become straight and obedient to his head, and the voluminous strand of hair on his forehead hung like a blade of grass, and could no longer cover his strange face of two colors.

Mo Ye's eyes widened slightly, she wanted to see farther and clearer, but her lips were pursed tighter and tighter.

Wu Shu, who was sitting on the ship's board, said something to the crew next to him, and the crew hesitated for a moment. Then he beckoned a few people to walk down the cabin together.

After a moment, the behemoth body of the merchant ship slowly moved.

However, because there was one anchor cone that was not pulled up. The extremely thick iron chain that held the anchor cone had been stretched straight, as if to the limit of its toughness, and under the control of the confined force from the seabed, the hull of the ship only moved slightly, and the chain made a strange grinding sound.

This sound. It is composed of two kinds of notes, sharp and dull, as if coated with a layer of spiritual control power, piercing the hearts of all the spectators on the coastal observation deck, and they are impetuous.

But the heart-wrenching tugging didn't last long before it stopped. If you want to accurately describe the sight of the giant ship coming to a halt, it is because of the taut thick iron chains. Suddenly it sagged down, and a part of the volley chain dangled and touched the hull, making a dull sound. A small group of spectators on the shore observation deck were startled by the impact, but the strange grinding sound finally stopped.

In fact, the deflection of the hull is not large, but because the chain itself is not elastic in the slightest, a trace of tension is reflected in it, as if it has the momentum of wanting to break it.

As the chains suddenly relaxed. The hull of the ship shook for a moment, and then slowly stopped again. The nervousness of the dozen or so crew members could be seen in the swift approach of the chain.

Wu Shu had been sitting on the board of the boat near the chain. By this time, the hull had just stopped shaking like a struggle, and he had once again slid down the edge of the ropeway and dived to the bottom.

Mo Ye's heart was also secretly lifted again.

This time, Wu Shu dived into the water for a longer time than the previous time.

Mo Ye secretly thought that it might be that he had lost too much body on his previous dive, so it would take more time to go down the second time. However, her thoughts flickered, and she immediately frowned again. The biggest difference between operating underwater and acting on land is that you can't breathe. Isn't it dangerous to stay in an environment where you need to hold your breath for longer?

But just as she was about to shout, in the area where Wu Shu dived into the water, there was a splash of water bulging out of the water from below. She knew that it was Wu Shu who was coming up, but when she saw the dirty color of those splashes, her face couldn't help but change again.

But fortunately, Wu Shu still got out of the water behind the splash of mud and sand.

However, when he returned to the ship after the second dive, his image can almost only be described as wolf bèi.

It was as if he had just crawled out of the mud. Fortunately, the structure of the sediment on the seabed is not as dirty as the silt under the laundry pool, so the sea sand on Wu Shu's hair and clothes can still show a close to pure silver.

However, when he climbed the ropeway back to the board, he kept coughing, as if it was sand stirred up in the sea, and in addition to hanging on him, some choked into his throat.

After Wu Shu got up from the bottom of the water, the murky splash under the water continued to churn to the surface of the water. Judging by this situation, the clear splash he brought to the surface of the water during the dive at the beginning should have been caused by the air forced out of his abdominal cavity, and the subsequent wave of dirty splash should have been caused by something moving underwater.

The chains, which were slightly relaxed, gradually tightened again.

But this time, it is no longer a constant tension, but a slowly upward movement.

It didn't take long to see a huge anchor cone with a cone head like a water chestnut and a cone tail cast barb, pulled up by a thick iron chain.

When the barb of the heavy anchor was just out of the water, the people on the observation deck along the coast subconsciously held their breath; And when the entire anchor is completely raised from the water, all the spectators on the coastline are almost at the same time, and the flash flood erupts to cheer. The sound formation, because of the moment before the condensation, and then the sudden unison, is particularly shocking.

Some spectators, as if they were afraid that their voices alone would not be able to fully express their joy, began to jump in the stands again, attracting countless followers.

Mo Ye also felt very happy, but her joy was biased because of the appearance of a person. Compared with the joy that the trouble of the "lagging behind" giant ship in front of her was finally lifted, she was even more pleased that Wu Shu had no accident.

Therefore, her eyes have been locked on Wu Shu, who is still coughing on the board.

A crew member approached quickly and handed Wu Shu a water bladder, and after Wu Shu rinsed his mouth, the cough stopped for a while, and the crew grabbed him by the shoulder and helped him to get ready to walk out of the cabin.

And at this moment, there was a sudden drum beat on the altar!

There is no rhythm in this drum sound, just a balanced and neat beating, although it is not as deafening as the three rounds of "thunder" sound from the previous altar, but this drum sound suddenly played, it can still have a very shocking effect.

On the giant platform, all the crew members, standing or crouching, or walking, have become only a consistent image at this time.

They had all stopped what they were doing and stood upright, facing the altar, as if waiting for some kind of order.

And everyone on the observation deck along the coast, after hearing the sound of the drum, also fell silent.

After the drum beat nine times, it stopped. On the altar of the sacrifice, a bright yellow figure walked a few steps to the edge of the high platform, and spat out the words 4416 in a majestic and heavy voice.

I don't know who took the lead on the observation deck, kowtowed to the ground, and in the next moment, I suddenly saw a figure of black pressure and a low bow.

Mo Ye's reaction was a little slower, and because her gaze stayed on the giant ship platform, she was able to see that all the crew members on the giant ship platform were also making gestures. But as soon as their movements took off, they stopped again, just because they saw the bright yellow figure on the altar of the sacrifice stretched out his right hand and raised it slightly.

That action should mean "no courtesy".

Next, the bright yellow figure on the altar untied the cloak he had draped over his shoulders and handed it to a man who looked like a military general standing beside him. The man did not hesitate at all, and after taking the cloak with the silk embroidered golden dragon, he tightened it with his arms, then pulled out the horizontal knife at his waist, hung the cloak with the iron ring on the hilt, and immediately turned his hand and threw it on the platform of the giant ship.

The knife, carrying the golden dragon cloak, pierced the void and fell to the ship's board, standing almost straight on the platform of the giant ship. Because of its thickness and toughness, the blade fell from such a height and nailed into the ship's plank, but there was no sign of trembling, only the iron ring on the hilt and the tassel tether of the golden dragon cloak swayed gently in the wind.

On the platform of the giant ship, a man in the prime of life who seemed to be the captain of the ship was the first to approach the heavy knife standing up, untied the golden dragon cloak attached to the knife ring, and handed the knife to a crew member beside him with both palms Pinto, and then he shook off the cloak, but instead of draping it on himself, he took a few steps into the crew, and then covered the golden dragon cloak on one of the crew members.

The crew, soaking wet, stood on the board for only a few moments, and two puddles of water had accumulated under his feet. In addition, his clothes and hair were covered with a layer of mud and sand, which made him look a little wolfy.

Even the golden dragon cloak with extremely delicate embroidery given by the emperor did not improve his image much.

However, in himself, there is a slight change.

His back, which seemed to be slightly bowed after being soaked in clothes, suddenly straightened up.

In the viewing stands, someone led the way and shouted: "Long live!" ”

Immediately afterwards, the voices that also exhaled these two words became more and more numerous. The sound of the crowd gathering gradually became a mighty momentum, and gradually overlapped into a rhythm.

"Hooray! Banzai! Banzai! ”