Section VI

When he returned to the cabin, a light was like a bean, and Zhu Yuqing curled up in a ball and fell asleep like a cat. Wu Ming lay down next to her, his mind was full of Esther's mellow smile, but in a blink of an eye, that face was full of pear blossoms and rain. Wu Ming couldn't sleep this night, so he simply got up and meditated with Chixiao in his arms. This was for most of the day, and in the end, Zhu Yuqing woke him up.

Consciousness gradually returned to its place, and the deck was full of noise. Wu Ming shook his head, and what caught his eye was Zhu Yuqing's somewhat pale face. Wu Ming couldn't help but be stunned: "What's wrong?" ”

Zhu Yuqing's eyes widened like a frightened cat: "It's a tornado, a tornado is coming." ”

Wu Ming's heart sank, and he stood up with a copy of Chixiao: "You stay quietly down there, I'll go up and have a look first." ”

When I got on deck, I saw many sailors busy and running around. Even the sun came out, and at this time he was directing several sailors to fix the baffle with cables. It was already completely dark, and dark clouds were coming from the east. There was a rumbling thunder faintly heard. Wu Ming raised his head, and saw that in the dark and dreary canopy in front of him, there was a golden snake-like lightning sweeping through the sky, and rolling thunder rushed towards him, only to see that a huge whirlpool gradually formed under the canopy in front of him, slowly stretching out to the sea like a funnel, and when it finally reached the sea, he saw that the sea water on the ground immediately rose into the air like a thick dragon, spinning and flying straight to the depths of the canopy, the whirlpool rotated faster and faster, and the dragon became thicker and thicker, and slowly approached the Saint-Gorire.

Wu Ming gasped, it was really a tornado. He rushed to Geng Riming's side in a few steps, and was about to speak, but Geng Ri said urgently: "Wu Du, don't go back to the cabin for a while, it's dangerous here." ”

Wu Ming said: "Jiao Hou has been crisscrossing the sea all his life, with you, are you still afraid of this little wind?" ”

Probably Wu Ming mentioned the word Jiaohou again, and even Riming couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then shook his head and said: "Wu Du said that he laughed, the great power between heaven and earth, how can manpower defeat it." The so-called crisscrossing the sea is all arrogant words, and it can only be said that it is just stealing a life in the sea. Go back, don't stay on it. ”

Wu Ming shook his head and said, "Everyone is busy, you have to do something, I'm embarrassed to hide in the cabin like a girl." ”

Geng Riming nodded, and he was not polite, and he was stunned by the beech umbrella!

Feerden is in trouble. When Wu Ming looked up, he saw that he was standing on the mast with a sailor, pulling the sail rope hard, trying to lower the sail, but the sail seemed to take root, and did not move at all. Wu Ming was also startled, rushed up with a brisk step, and arrived under the mast, he grabbed the rope ladder with his right hand and pulled it, and the whole person was like an agile tanuki, and he jumped to the place of Feierden in a few clicks. Feierden's eyes flickered, and when he saw that it was Wu Ming, he immediately grinned: "Wu Du, it's really good." ”

This guy can still laugh at this time, and he is worthy of being someone who has seen Gale Lang. Wu Ming was in no mood to joke with him, and hurriedly said, "What's wrong?" ”

"There was a sail rope stuck on the mainmast, and I didn't notice it at the time, and Dora stuck it into a dead knot several times, I'm afraid the sail is useless." ”

The sail rope jam mast, which is only a minor problem in normal times, at most affects the speed, and does not have much impact on the navigation. But now it's a bit fatal, once the tornado blows, the sail is just open, I'm afraid it will cause the whole ship to turn over. Wu Ming looked up. The wind was getting stronger, and the sails of the other six masts had already come down, leaving them bare to tremble in the wind. The sail was left alone on the bow of the ship, blown almost like half a ball, and the sail rope was so tight that they could not untie it. Feierden was also a little anxious: "I'll climb up and take a look." ”

The mast is very high, and usually someone goes up to repair it, and they are very careful, but now the entire mainmast is blown to the ground, and the danger is not to be said, Wu Ming couldn't help but shout: "Be careful." With the words still in his mouth, Feerden was already holding on to the mast, and climbed up with his hands and feet.

The wind howled, and the mast shook wildly as if it had been grabbed by an invisible ghost. Falden is like a monkey stuck to a mast, dangling and staggering, but it just doesn't fall. Wu Ming almost raised his throat, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that he climbed to the top and skillfully found the knot of death, and untied it with three strokes and five divisions by two. At this time, the sailor next to him suddenly exclaimed: "Be careful, Lang is here!" ”

A burst of white foam rolled over his head. The water was as black as ink, but the foam was still as white as snowflakes. This layer of Lang traveled extremely fast on the surface of the sea, hitting the side of the ship, there was a loud "boom", and the huge hull of the Saint-Goryret was also beaten to the side, the giant Lang was rolling, and there was sea water rushing to the deck, and several sailors on it were also swept around.

Feierden untied the sail rope, turned sideways with the end of the sail rope, and waved his hand at Wu Ming without forgetting the stinky fart. At this moment, a Lang head struck, and on the side of the ship, the sail "rattled" and floated down without warning. Feierden's face changed, his feet slipped, and his whole person fell into the sea like a cannonball. Everyone screamed and raised their hearts to their throats.

At the critical moment, it was the sail rope in his hand that saved his life. The sail rope was untied, but one side of the hull, just enough to wrap the other end around the crossmast, Felis grabbed one end of the sail rope and swung a swing a few feet from the sea. At this time, he still had the calmness he had just now, his face was pale with fright, his eyes were frightened, and he kept talking to the people above with "babbling" in his mouth, the wind was too strong and he couldn't hear clearly.

Wu Ming was half frightened, he jumped off the deck, and when he saw that everyone still didn't react, he didn't say much. He grabbed an iron anchor from the railing and shouted, "Hold it for me!" He leaped and jumped out of the railing.

Below, the sea is as black as ink, with a deep and eerie smell. The whole sea water boiled as if it was boiling, and from time to time Lang heads rolled up, splashing large snow-white Lang flowers. Wu Ming jumped down and hung in the air ready to catch Feierden, but the wind was too strong to catch it. After only a short while, both of them became soup chickens. At this moment, another giant Lang called, and the entire Saint-Gorilet shook with it.

This wave of giant Lang hit the side of the hull of the boat, rolling up a large area of snow-white Lang flowers, Wu Ming only felt a chill all over his body, and his eyes hurt when he was splashed by the splash. Immediately after that, a strong force rushed from the soles of their feet, and people involuntarily swayed endlessly, and there was a burst of screams from the people above. He wiped the salty water from his face, and saw that Falden was held high by the Lang flower, paused in the air, and then danced straight at him.

Smashed down at such a high distance, under the acceleration of gravity, even if Wu Ming is not afraid, but Feierden will definitely be open. At this time, Wu Ming was still dangling in the air, and in his busy schedule, a sword was inserted towards the hull of the ship. With a "whoosh", the red night entered the wood like rot, and it had already gone in for a long time. Based on this, his whole body was also fixed, and as soon as his hand was forced, his whole body shrank inward. A "whew" was heard, and Feerden shouted, and he had already swept past him.

If it goes on like this, it will definitely not work. Wu Ming was also a little anxious, he knew that Feerden would have to swing back in a while. Holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, he turned his whole body slightly tilted and turned over. And he saw Falden shouting, and swinging back from the height. Because of the buffer last time, this time his height was much lower, and Wu Ming also knew that it was now to save people, otherwise when Feierden was exhausted, he would have to fall into the sea, and with the current wind, even if the gods came, they would not be saved. He gritted his teeth, and when Feerden swung over, he lunged forward, his left hand already hugging Feerden's waist. At this time, the mast could not withstand such force, and with a "click" broke from it, and fell straight from the sky. Then it slammed into the side of the ship with a "bang", and the sawdust flew and slammed into the rolling sea.

A huge Lang roared, surging up a few feet high Lang flowers, surging forward, as soon as the huge horizontal log fell into the sea, it was immediately swept away by the violent sea water, "boom", the sea water slapped on the boat, rolled up the Lang flowers that were a few feet high, and drenched Wu Ming and Fei Erden at the same time. Wu Ming looked at the pitch-black and violent sea below, and couldn't help wiping his face, and he didn't know how much it was seawater, and how much it was cold sweat that scared out. At this time, I could only hear Geng Riming shouting on the boat: "Wu Du, catch it quickly!" ”

Geng Riming lowered another iron anchor. This time, because it was put down, it was on top of Wu Ming's head. At this time, Chixiao was still inserted in the hull of the boat, and there was just a place to borrow. Wu Ming stepped on it with a little force, and then stepped on it with Feierden. I didn't think it was a little safer just now, but I realized that Feierden was trembling all over, and he was probably scared. Wu Ming didn't dare to think about it, with both hands, he put Feierden on the iron anchor, pulled the anchor teeth with one hand, and pulled out Chixiao with the other hand, shouting: "Pull it quickly!" ”

"Pull it, what's the fuss."

There was already a large group of sailors above, listening to the shouting of the sun, frightened a spirit, have run over to work together, although there are two people hanging on the iron anchor, plus the weight of the iron anchor itself, it is really not light, but the strength of the number of people is not a problem.

As soon as it was pulled out of the water, another wave of Lang came, and the Saint-Gorelet shook violently like a drunk. Wu Ming gritted his teeth, jumped violently, and jumped onto the deck with the force of the seawater. With a "bang", his whole body had fallen on the deck, only to feel that the joints around his body were scattered, and he couldn't stand steadily. He didn't think much about saving people when he jumped, and walked through the windy and strong lang, although it was only a short moment, and it only felt like several years had passed. When I touched my chest, it beat like a drum, and I still felt afraid.

Although the Saint-Gorire was now sailless, the sea was higher than a lang, like an invisible hand, constantly pushing it forward, much faster than usual at full speed. The tornado was now closer, and the part below it that met the surface was pure seawater, a funnel. I couldn't see the size at a distance, but now I can see that the bottom of the funnel is about five meters wide. Because it is large at the top and small at the bottom, the top of the funnel goes straight to the sky, and the dark clouds of black pressure are all over the sky, and I am afraid that there are thousands of zhang in size.

Feerden was helped up by several sailors, his face was pale, his feet were weak, and he didn't know whether he was frightened or out of strength. Wu Ming grabbed Chixiao and walked over to comfort, "Are you okay, Captain." ”

Feerden pushed away a few sailors to help him, trying to pretend to be a good man, but his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak a little unfavorably: "Thank you, Wu Du......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the Saint-Gorelet suddenly turned to one side, as if it were about to topple. The sailors on the ship were defenseless, and the people fell down at once, but fortunately they all grabbed the side of the ship and did not fall into the sea. There was just a scream from the cabin, mixed with the screams of a woman. Wu Ming's heart sank, there are three women on the ship now, and they are all closely related to him, if this boat really capsizes, it is not a joke.