Duchamp struggled to retreat in balance, but he was horrified to find that his own blood could not be stopped at all in the water, forming a bloody path, and some sharks were fighting and staring sideways at him, if it weren't for his lack of skill, they would have pounced on him.

"First aid patches don't work at all for this kind of serious injury, brother should prepare bandages!" Duchamp regretted it.

He quickly opened the mall, found the healing potion, and didn't even have time to select carefully, so he brought himself a bottle. 1000 ingots are in the stomach, and the left half of the body that has lost consciousness is finally his own again. He randomly poked out the small floating island that was gradually sinking, and pulled out a roll of cloth, remembering that this was bought in the Salt Sea some time ago, and wrapped his wounds around his body, as soon as the cooldown time of the two healing spells was up, he used it for himself.

With such a big scene and sound, even a deaf person should be woken up. A larger boat came to Hulu Lake this time. A huge searchlight illuminates the chaos on the water.

Duchamp quickly shrank his head under the water again.

Those sharks who dared to surface to attack were caught by the big-mouthed monster and tore happily. And the bigmouth monster that dared to expose its belly under the surface of the water was also spotted by the shark and broke it into two pieces with a steel knife-like dorsal fin or teeth. In the pouring rain, the water turned red, and the two rival creatures were caught in a scuffle.

The people on the big boat were a little surprised by this situation, but the two creatures had clashed more than once on the lake. These sharks are stocked in the water, and it is inevitable that they will have territorial conflicts with the original Overlord Largemouth. And the existence of these creatures can protect the safety of this place, and they don't want these two creatures to become extinct.

Under the reflection of the searchlight, a person suddenly stood up, he took out a staff-like thing, chanted words in his mouth, and waved at the lake, a powerful spiritual impact suddenly covered this area, forming a huge spiritual impact. Not to mention the Bigmouth and the shark, even his subordinates on the ship fell into pieces, and the big boat suddenly swayed violently from side to side.

The man yelled at his subordinates, but after all, he still cast a spell to cheer them up, steered the big boat, and drove the big mouth monster along the lake.

Duchamp was under the water, and although such a mental attack also affected him, he only felt slightly dizzy. At this time, he looked at the dark and gloomy bottom of the ship that was getting closer and closer, and suddenly had a crazy idea.

He slipped out of the floating island as lightly as he could, and took a few breaths hard against the reed poles. When the big ship passed by, he pounced lightly and grabbed the bottom of the boat. He struggled to adjust his body angle and stretched the reed pole, a symbol of life, against the side of the boat and out of the water.

Many of the sharks in the water saw his actions, and they were dizzy, and after a while, Duchamp's stealth skills had adapted to the new occasion, and if it weren't for the bloody aura, the shark would have forgotten his existence long ago.

The man somehow drove the Bigmouth away from the water, and watched as the shark slowly dived to the bottom as the lake gradually returned to calm.

The big boat slowly turned around and sailed into the mouth of the gourd, and a few unwilling sharks followed Duchamp for a long distance, watching the big ship enter the forbidden area that they could not enter, and then turned back unwillingly.

Duchamp was at the bottom of the water, glaring fiercely at the uninteresting sharks: "If you have an opportunity in the future, you have to cut these shark fins into braised shark fins." ”

Instead of landing on the small island in the middle of the lake, as Duchamp had expected, the big ship went around the island and drove forward. There was only a tidal flat ahead, but the big ship had no intention of slowing down.

Duchamp was at the bottom of the boat, and watched in horror as he rushed straight towards the tidal flat, and suddenly, the scene in front of him changed, and it was only a small tidal flat at the end of the boat, and suddenly it became a waterway overgrown with reeds, but this waterway was not far away, and Duchamp could even see the pier and the iron fence of the waterway in the distance.

The iron grate of the waterway slowly rises, and a scanning energy envelops the entrance.

Duchamp tried his best to block his brainwave consciousness.

Everything was fine, and the boat drove in.

After a while, all the people on board were gone.

He tried, slowly, and crawled out of the water.

Directly in front of the dock, there is a protruding house with guards on duty. They must have listening or even monitoring equipment for that gourd mouth. In addition, there are several vicious dogs in the kennel on the dock.

Thankfully, however, the dogs' various functions were exhausted on such rainy days, and they tiredly crunched as deep into the kennel as possible to avoid touching the already wet walls.

Duchamp sneakily bypassed the kennel, jumped onto the dock, crouched in a hidden corner, and looked in all directions. Behind this base is a beautiful sandbar knoll, which follows the topography of the hill and faces the water, with an ingenious structure. On the surface of the hillock, there is a small grass with lush purple flowers, and along the hill all the way up, there is a delicate house.

In earthly terms, this type of house is called a "green-roofed building", a roof decorated with grass and plants, which rises gently along the mountain and the surface of the building, blending in with the surrounding flowers and trees.

If you don't just find the hidden waterway, even if you get to the gourd lake in front, you won't be able to enter the back area.

And if it weren't for the special scanning equipment, even the birds flying in the sky would ignore the fact that there is such a paradise as an ordinary green space.

If it is a sunny day, when the sun is setting and the sand gulls are flying, this place must be a place of "harmonious coexistence between man and nature".

I thought it would be so terrifying, but I didn't expect it to be so chic, Duchamp gave the house designer a big "like", and keenly watched that there are many, many surveillances here! The place had to be designed by a voyeur, with surveillance on the lawn, on the roadside, in the trees, in the corners. If it weren't for Duchamp's stealth, if it weren't for the fact that it was a dark night, it would be impossible to move an inch here.

The hills are wide, but there is little shelter. Dushand struggled to find a safe place.

He stealthily took out the receiver and found that the signal of the little spider was not far from the dock. Duchamp activated the little spider, and it turned out to be in a nice place: the warehouse, which seemed to be a large room very close to the docks.

Duchamp sneaked over.

This area seems to be the island's logistical supply area, and there is also a row of miscellaneous servants living next to it. The door to the grain warehouse was closed, but fortunately there was a half-open utility room next to it. Duchamp jumped in to take a look, and was immediately happy, there was no monitoring in this tattered place. After making sure that he was safe, he finally changed into clean clothes, healed all the wounds on his body, cut open another piece of clothing, and put a bandage on his left hand.

"It's hurt to the bone, this is not so easy to get good, the master needs a safe place to recuperate."

It was already getting dark, and Duchamp worked hard to clean up some of the traces and blood he had left in the room.

The danger after dawn increased exponentially, and Duchamp thought of countermeasures as he struggled to maintain his water-soaked watch and tactical detractor.

The little spider diligently searched for suitable shelter nearby. Duchamp looked at the distribution of people around him and the results of his own scans, and found that the place he had decided on in a hurry was really good.

It's sparsely populated, things aren't important, the guards are loose, and it is estimated that there aren't even many people who come over in a day.

He looked at the mess in the utility room, and tried to toss himself out of a hidden fortress that would not be touched for eight hundred years under normal circumstances.