Tossed around by the aftermath of nature, my limbs felt like they were about to fall apart.

Shen Yu even hated why he was still alive, but hatred is hate, of course people have to lick their faces and find a way to struggle.

With trembling hands, he untied the strap around his waist and disconnected it from the mast, and Shen Yu then used the belt to tie his pants back up.

Lying on the unfamiliar deck, Shen Yu was covered with the sails of the Yun Pai, struggling to stand up, but the heart-piercing pain in his left leg had not yet dissipated, and he had to continue to lie down.

Pushing his head out of the sails, he saw a group of ghouls tentatively walking towards him, either with the strange barrel in his hand or with a light steel knife.

The mouth of the barrel and the blade of the steel knife are pointed at the place covered by the sail.

Shen Yu endured the pain and carefully crawled backwards, moving no more than half a step backwards.

"Uh-uhh

The pain rushed to his heart, and he couldn't hold back for a while, he shouted directly.

"Bang!"

A projectile hit a few inches beside Shen Yu, startling pieces of sawdust, so shocked that Shen Yu no longer dared to move.

It's that strange weapon again, Shen Yu smacked his tongue in his heart.

Since he came out of the grassland, he had never seen such a strange and swift thing, and he didn't expect that the world outside was not much softer than the grassland.

The ghouls got closer and closer, Shen Yu was in a cold sweat all over his body, lying on the ground and hurrying, and when he saw that the nearest ghoul was only ten steps away, Shen Yu's right elbow hit a hard object.

He reflexively turned his head to see that it was like a large black clay pot, which was originally something from a ghost ship, and I am afraid that when it fell, the sail covered itself with this thing.

Shen Yu's neck trembled and he turned his head back, and through the gap between the sails and the deck, he saw that two ghouls were no more than three steps away from him.

"Dead, dead......"

Shen Yu's whole body was instantly out of strength, but the unwillingness in his bones made him squeeze out some strength from his body in the next second.

This strength came from his last madness of self-abandonment.

He jerked open the sail that covered him, and this sudden movement made his body ache again, and he screamed in pain, as if he had drained his last bit of energy, and slammed the deck with his left hand, ignoring the pain of the lightning explosion in his flesh, and stood up like a drunkard against the mast of the ghost ship.

Even if he was shot or hacked to death, he would throw one to death and close his eyes, and with this awareness, his right hand held the jar beside him high just now, and glared angrily at the group of ghouls who surrounded him.

That's right, today Boyan Shen Yu is about to break the jar!

Thinking of the first half of his life in the grassland, Shen Yu suddenly felt that escaping from the grassland, floating in the vast sea, and facing this piece of despair, he could still burst out with the momentum of desperate Sanlang, and his life burned so hot, it was not in vain that he ran away from home.

"Who's going with me, little cubs?"

He is like a tiger on the sea, roaring resolutely.

Gradually, the ghouls gathered around, some holding long barrels, some holding steel knives, but they only surrounded, and none of them stepped forward.

The eyes of a few ghouls wandered, staring at the jar in Shen Yu's hand, showing a little fear from time to time.

Shen Yu didn't notice the strangeness of the sporadic ghouls' eyes, in his opinion, these bloodless things all looked similar, his head was like drinking wine, no matter what life and death were kicked away, he was in a state of being up.

Tightly grasping the only "weapon" in his hand, the black clay pot, and holding the edge of the clay pot with both hands, Shen Yu felt his fingers touch something similar to a handle on the clay pot.

He pulled it without thinking about it, and the inside of the clay pot seemed to have some instructions, and some mechanism turned around for a week, and the inside of the clay pot suddenly stirred.

Shen Yu's nose suddenly smelled a strange smell, which he could often smell on the firecrackers set off by the Changren.

The whole clay pot shook violently, and the products of saltpeter and realgar were originally stored in two compartments in the clay pot, and after the mechanism was touched, the substances of the two compartments were grouped together, and the gear teeth in the jar began to rub the flint under the drive of the mechanism.

Shen Yu, a young man from Xirong who had no experience in encountering these things, instinctively felt the danger.

Intuitively directed, he reflexively threw the pots at the ghouls who gathered around him.

As soon as the clay pot was taken off, it cracked, and when it fell on a ghoul half a second later, a brilliant red lotus fire exploded and bloomed in an instant, and the flames spread with the wind like pollen, whether it was the hull, canvas or ghouls, the flames had only one reaction - burning, burning everything they touched.

The flames that suddenly exploded evaporated the moisture that the ocean should have, and rows of heat waves slapped on Shen Yu's cheeks and skin, and the heat flowed into his chest and lungs, and the black smoke made Shen Yu's eyes half-closed, and he retreated again and again.

It wasn't until he retreated to the stern of the ship, where the flames could not be touched for the time being, that Shen Yu was finally able to open his eyes without any scruples, and what greeted his eyes was the spreading fire and the ghouls trapped in the flames.

"It's a fire......

The flames bloomed everywhere, and the sparks and embers scattered in the wind, flowing freely.

Most of the ghouls are either caught in the fire or too busy putting out the fire to care about it.

That thing just now, that is, because it was not thrown far, it was not used on the cloud number, otherwise we would have stopped everything, Shen Yu thought secretly.

In the stern of the ship lay a few short bows, and barrels with some arrows, and three of those strange long barrels.

Shen Yu looked at the two flags on the two masts of the ghost ship, one of which was already stained with a little flame, and the other was still alone.

Shen Yu turned around to get the bow.

Maybe the flesh is already painful and numb, or maybe the "hidden injury" has taken effect again, when Shen Yu limped over to get the bow, it was not as painful as before.

Aiming at the white flag that was alone, Shen Yu opened his bow with his left hand and took an arrow with his right hand.

He knew very well that today, it was the last time he would shoot an arrow.

was thrown into the ghost boat, even if he could swim, if he wanted to swim back to Yunpai, he would definitely not be able to swim with his injured left foot.

Perhaps forgetting the anxiety and pain in his heart, he recalled the memories of when he started to learn archery as a child.

The mother, who had always hated herself, corrected her wrong posture and helped her young self to bow her body.

At the same time, tell yourself, "With the eye, there is an image in the right eye, and there is an image in the left eye, and the phantom of the two eyes meets in the dark at a distance of a little, and the connection between this point and the target is the key door for shooting." ”

While reminiscing, Shen Yu muttered it out, as if he was giving himself one of the few beautiful thoughts in his seventeen years of life before he died.

Shen Yu let go of the bowstring, didn't see if it hit, and directly put on the arrow, and between two breaths, he fired three arrows in a row, until his body no longer had the slightest strength.

Shen Yu, who couldn't squeeze out a little strength, sat on the stern of the boat, leaning his back against the wooden wall, looking at the white flag that had been shot on the mast and the flag that was burning on the other mast.

At this point, the spirit flag fell into the sea, a flag was burned, and a flag was damaged, and he completed Ye Yuchang's entrustment.

Shen Yu said to himself angrily: "So, what's the use of doing this?"

His questions went unanswered.

He boredly picked up a long barrel that had fallen at his feet due to the shaking of the ghost ship, he didn't know how to use it, and he couldn't understand how the ghouls had to pour black powder and stuff the projectile into the pipe with a poke.

Shen Yu took his eyes off the barrel and looked at the deck of the ghost ship.

A ghoul stared at him, then immediately raised his knife and charged at him.

Shen Yu wanted to lift the tube, but his hands were weak, and the tube fell at his feet.

He thought back to the strange weapon as he watched the ghouls rush to him, ready to stab the blade into his chest.

Boyan Shen Yu imagined that he had pulled the short metal rod on the long wooden support, and shouted lightly: "Bang-"

The knife-wielding ghoul fell to the ground.

"Huh?"

Shen Yu called out blankly, he looked at the long barrel that fell on the ground, and he was shocked.

Can this thing hit someone if it falls on the ground? Can you shoot when you open your mouth and scream?

Shen Yu then turned his gaze to the fallen ghoul, and he saw that the ghoul's head was embedded in an ice ridge.

Unbeknownst to him, another knife was already hanging above his head.

By the time Shen Yu sensed this danger, it was already after the ghoul had fallen to the ground.

"Bang!"

Another ghoul with a knife fell beside Shen Yu, and this ghoul also had an ice ridge nailed to its head.

He was finally convinced that it wasn't the barrel at his feet, and that in this situation, the only place to come was the ship.

He looked at the cloud row beyond the storm, and a little girl with white hair was lying on the edge of the side of the ship, and while being slapped by the sea, she was reaching out with her hands, and some of the water was accompanying her like streamers.

And she was looking at it, too, with a large bundle of rope in her hand.

"Is ......that ghoul back on the ship? Did you use the Zhou technique?"

How can a dead thing like a ghoul use Zhou Shu?

Not long ago, Shen Yu had stabbed her with a knife, and she survived, presumably because of the ghouls' physique, but now that I think about it, he stabbed her behind her and forgot to turn around for another week, so that she survived.

But he couldn't afford to care about this kind of thing, the vision in his eyes gradually clouded, and his body, which had bled a lot, became colder and colder.

A rope was thrown from the side of the Yun Pai, and under the manipulation of the water, the rope moved as if it had been given life and wrapped around one of Shen Yu's hands.

That was the last thing Shen Yu saw before he passed out.

By the time he reawakened, it had been four days.

Waking up does not mean a new life, on the contrary, it may also be a short-term stop before going to Jiuquan, anyway, the only feeling in Shen Yu's whole body is that life is more painful.

The round projectile hit the left leg, and no matter what world it was, it was impossible for a creature so traumatized to just bleed.

Sickness, injury, life and death, even in this world where human beings have the knowledge of worldly qi and inner qi, are not exempt from vulgarity.

People who have not encountered the opportunity of the times naturally do not understand what bacteria are and what wound infection is, but the erosion of life and the high fever of Xirong teenagers feel it really every moment in a half-conscious state.

It is a battle between a body that wants to live no matter what, and a small foreign body that constantly tears at the life force.