Chapter 28:

Qi Huan's head was big for a while.

"What the hell, you mean, this thing is still using the ghost that he called with the old man that day to communicate with you? So what did you hear after you were there for a long time? ”

Bai Ya was very serious.

"I could hear him talking, and we really didn't understand him. They can't speak human language, so it's useless to force them. ”

"You're ......"

Before you know it, the light of the fire has dimmed.

A strong force under his feet violently overturned Qi Huan. He staggered and sat down on the ground, not knowing what had happened; The body jumped up spontaneously first, adjusting its balance, and then his eyes swept to the side, and he saw Jun Aoyan lying on his side on the ground. He was startled, and then relieved, and saw her crawling up on the ground. And a figure jumped out with a shiny sword light, chasing the grotesque black shadow that had already rushed into the distance in front of him.

Qi Huan grinned and rubbed his buttocks, ignoring the messy talisman array under his feet, and staggered over to help Jun Aoyan. Her wound hadn't healed in the first place, and there was a bump that oozes out the black, filthy mucus. The two men straightened up, and just happened to see a splash in the sea not far away. Bai Ya followed, and without a moment's pause in his footsteps, he chased after the yaksha and plunged into the sea with a knife.

"This, this...... Hey, old white ......"

Qi Huan gave off his strength after shouting halfway through his throat, and the person was already in the water, so it was useless to scream. He hesitantly glanced at the rippling sea, then at Jun Aoyan's pale face, and finally had to stomp his foot.

"I'll go too."

Jun Aoyan was holding a Mo knife, and there was sand between his teeth. She has been "baba" for most of the day and hasn't spit up. Qi Huan hurriedly held her down and persuaded her:

"Let's not mess with the past. Look at you, you dare to go into the water when you are injured like this. What's more, this knife is so heavy, will it still come up when it goes down? Don't take the risk, you have three long and two short, and we can't explain it to the court. If the surname Bai wants to chase him, let him chase him, he must have his own measure, okay? ”

Jun Aoyan weighed his words and felt that there was some truth. The knife was indeed too heavy, and if it was thrown into the sea like this, it would be gone, and my father's last thoughts. To be honest, she really didn't have the confidence that she would be able to get her father back on this trip. Saying goodbye to the knife in such a hurry was not something she was happy to do. And with such a heavy knife fighting underwater, the difficulty is self-evident. Thinking about it this way, I hope Bai Ya will not have an accident.

Bai Ya didn't hear the shouts behind him at all. The water distorted the light, and the sound was muffled by a thick cover of water. He took a quick breath in his chest, his eyes fixed on the rapidly moving ghost in front of him. He quickly pinned his knives back to his waist as he went into the water, and now they weighed heavily on his back like a mountain.

It's too fast—that's his most intuitive feeling. Jun Aoyan's Mo knife must not be able to catch up, that thing is an anchor in the water, and it is used for people to dip in pig cages.

The actions of the fleeing Yaksha underwater, completely worthy of the words "fish in water". It's not a far cry from the ability to move on land, but it's a different thing. Once Bai Ya approached, he would slip and scurry closer to the water, and then flee as he approached. This act was almost like inducing Bai Ya to swim farther out into the sea. If this is the case, this strategy is undoubtedly effective. Bai Ya was dazzled by the sparkling and changing light, and every time he felt close, he missed the past in the confusion of vision. After a flick of his head, the aquatic monster escaped a long distance, and his efforts were in vain, and the chase was repeated again and again.

The only good thing is that when he is close to the water, he has a chance to show his head and take a sharp breath. The distance between him and Yaksha didn't shrink much or widen, and the two fell into a delicate balance, and the chase became a tug-of-war. For a moment, he felt his vision darken. The first thing he noticed was the tightness in his chest, and then he suddenly realized that they hadn't swam to the surface for a while.

Yaksha doesn't need air at all. The trajectory of his movements was still erratic, east and west, as if he was just being chased closely, and then running aimlessly in all directions. But at this time, Bai Ya settled down to pay attention, and finally found that it was diving downward, and every time he changed direction, he drilled deeper into the sea. The sea water was so astringent that his eyes hurt, Bai Ya tried his best to widen his eyes, firmly note the location of its escape, and then rushed to the surface of the water, exhaling deeply. Towards the spot that had just been so firmly seared in his eyes and in his mind, he plunged into the water again, just as the tip of his knife had been plunged into Yaksha's leg not so long ago.

He was shocked to see that the light had dimmed. It wasn't because of his lack of oxygen, but that this area seemed to be a corner abandoned by the light, and there was not much light in the sea, and the situation here was even worse than in most places. His blurred vision could only see the human-sized, fast-moving shadow, which was not much darker than the surrounding water.

The more he dived, the more Bai Ya felt the invisible resistance and pressure, the force majeure brought by this deep water oppressed him from all directions, pushed him, hindered him from moving forward, and seemed to leave him in the deep sea forever. The Yaksha's dominance grew, and he was still fast and agile, nimble as if dancing in the air.

For no reason, Bai Ya remembered the scene described by the old man who believed in the god of the sea: the Yakshas' floating in the sea as if they were floating in the sky......

Suddenly, the darkness became more solid. The earcanal filled with water had been compressing the eardrum to the point of numbness, and at this moment there was a high-speed oscillating sound approaching, and a lot of screams were rushing towards him. The Yakshas, all of them, appeared in the dark waters of the darker and darker entities, their cries were like a part of the sea, not weakened by the sea, and they pierced him clearly, harshly, sharply, and made people's hairs stand on end.

Who's the bait? Who needs the bait? Bai Ya felt a little ridiculous, but he couldn't laugh. The old man had said that the communication of the Yaksha was an invisible and untouchable way, and they may have agreed on a plan long ago, sent a sentry to find out the situation, and then lured the enemy deeper. Fortunately, Qi Huan and Jun Aoyan should not have chased after him, and he was the only one in trouble. It's better that way, he can let go of his hands and feet and not worry about the two oil bottles.

A yaksha ran towards him like an arrow, and Bai Ya didn't hesitate for a moment, he quickly drew his knife to fight against it. The pressure and resistance of the water were unimaginably great, and the blade in his hand was several times heavier. He exerted force in his hand, and the spiritual power quickly moved to the blade, as natural as concentrating it on any part of his body. This may be the affinity that occurs in his blood when forging the knife. Only these two knives were more powerful than any weapon he had ever used.

The high temperature covered the blade in an instant, and all the water that touched it vaporized in an instant, turning into countless fine bubbles that floated upward. The weapon seemed to have no resistance in this thin layer of air, as light as it was on the shore. He quickly severed the Nakshatra's hand and fell deeper into the sea with his claws in his grip. The yaksha felt pain, and the pain provoked anger. He roared, teeth and claws, motioning to his companions not to spare the abominable human. At that moment, Bai Ya heard his hysterical exclamation—yes, an exclamation.

Like people, but not people. The sound was similar to other beasts on land, and that wasn't a reason for Bai Ya's consternation. He was shocked that the sound made by the Yaksha was real, as if it were spreading through the air. In the water, one can usually only hear the onomatopoeia of the "grunt" stream, rather than something that actually has a concrete content. He was sure that it was not an auditory halluciation or tinnitus caused by too much pain in his eardrums, but some kind of real language. But the sound made his pain even worse. Immediately afterward, a large number of Yaksha swarmed up, all shouting and shouting, as if hundreds of warriors had launched a charge and shouted their own slogans in unison. It's just that it's a language he doesn't understand, and it's no longer a "voice" he doesn't understand, like on the shore.

Before this strong sense of oppression completely overwhelmed Bai Ya, he decisively stopped the momentum of rushing forward. Turning around and running may not sound glamorous, but sometimes it's the most sensible and clever decision. But he dived too deep, too far offshore.

The deafening shouts seemed to fade a little, perhaps the threat that Bai Ya could pose to their people was far from requiring them to send more strength. That's enough, that's enough. Luckily, he hadn't gone too far into Yaksha's territory, and after swimming for a while, the light came back into view, but the coast was still far away. Already the leading Yaksha pounced, and he had to slow down his swimming movements and draw his sword to block. In the territory of these sea creatures, the lethality of this impermanent divine weapon against them cannot be underestimated. But this was too spiritual power, and Bai Ya's physical strength and spirit did not allow him to attack to a greater extent. The strength of the resistance was greatly weakened, and he had to conserve his strength to get back to shore as soon as possible. Now, he could almost understand why the stupid villagers were using these guys as messengers of the sea god. Their underwater presence is too ethereal and too arbitrary, almost unmatched.

He can see the light, but only to a limited extent. He'd been that far before. Did you travel a third of the way back? Perhaps, it's hard for him to estimate. At this moment, his ankles tightened, and Yaksha grabbed him, trying to drown him right here. His eyes were black for a while, and wielding his weapon in the water exacerbated the consumption of physical strength and oxygen. Bai Ya gritted his teeth and slashed the knife in his hand at the scrawny arm at his feet. His gaze was black and white, and had begun to glow with speckles. He saw the silhouette of the strange hand slowly sink, and at the same time, he let it go, letting the scimitar sink with it. Which knife is that? He couldn't tell the colors anymore, he only felt his body relax for a while, and he sped up the speed upstream.

This gave Bai Ya some encouragement, making him feel that he was one step away from drowning, a death that did not match his identity at all. The cacophony behind him had long since faded, and there were probably no pursuers. It was already dark, and even after swimming for so long, he still couldn't see more abundant light, which made Bai Ya even more unable to judge the distance between himself and the air. He could only try his best to go up, and he didn't dare to stop for a moment. Every movement made him more tired, but every bit of distance gave him hope. In the midst of such a contradictory struggle of hope and despair, the pain caused by the water pressure gradually faded.

He struggled, dragging his body and the only soldier to swim upwards desperately.

The last glimmer of dusk is just around the corner.

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