I still cut my palm, but I didn't cut it from my wrist to my finger like a ball, but only a small hole in the relatively thick part of my palm, I still underestimated the sharpness of the beast's teeth, in fact, I didn't need to use so much strength at all, a piercing pain made me want to roll on the spot, but the form was forced, I just stomped my foot to transfer the pain while squeezing out as much blood as possible.

But it backfired, maybe the cut place was not right, the thickest part of the palm meat was difficult to squeeze out the blood, and it hurt so much that I grinned my teeth, and finally saved up a little bit, and I quickly smeared it in the palm of my hand, barely stained with a thin layer of blood.

Enduring the pain, I moved to the side of the boat with difficulty like a ball, because I was afraid that touching the wound would cause more pain, I just let the parts without the wound lightly touch the disgusting seaweed, and a hot pain immediately covered up the pain of the wound and went straight to the heart.

But the moment my hand touched the seaweed, I suddenly heard a cry of "ah" in my ears, it was a woman's voice, but I was sure it was not the voice of the tiger, and the sound came from the water.

At the same time, the blood-red seaweed quickly withered in front of me as if it had been drained of my soul, first the one under my hand, then quickly spread to the entire side of the ship, and finally, the disgusting tentacles on the entire hull gradually degenerated into an earthy yellow, and there was no longer any life to speak of.

Dandan was taken aback by this sudden change, stared at the seaweed on the side of the boat in a daze, and randomly turned to bow down to me, shouting "Shanna" in his mouth, as if worshipping his god.

And I, the false immortal, was completely on the verge of a circle of confusion, and I didn't know what was going on, but I saw something tumbling under the seawater, causing bursts of white foam to float on the surface of the water, and then disappearing, along with the fragrance in the air, which gradually became thin until it disappeared.

This thing is so wicked, I can almost conclude now that the aroma must have been made by that strange seaweed, and its hallucinogenic ability is really outstanding, although I don't know the level of the poppy, but it must be much worse than these things in the sea, after all, the smell of poppies can be smelled by people, and those South Asians who pick them are not exposed to the air and scrape the oil? But these seaweeds in the sea, let alone collecting them, even passing by here, will overturn a boatload of people in a matter of seconds.

These things are so evil, why hasn't anyone found them before? Or are the people who have discovered them no longer have a chance to speak?

I endured the pain in my hands, a bunch of questions swirled around my mind, and I even wondered if this thing could be the best medical anesthetic if it was refined, but then I thought about it, and this kind of question was really a brain pump.

Flipping over my palm, the cut I had cut was a bit shocking, the flesh had turned out, it seemed that I had to find a way to suture myself, and the skin that had just been stained with mucus still felt a hot sting.

I was amazed to find that the blood stained with the mucus had turned blue, a sapphire blue, but I didn't take it seriously, because this blue was familiar to me, and my skin was often this blue, and although I couldn't explain why, at least, as long as I washed it with seawater, it wouldn't have killed me.

The balls were no better, the goods were too real, the mouth was big and deep, as if it had been cut through, it was hanging on the board and shivering, I don't know if it was just a little blood loss or too frightened, the face was bloodless, a frightened face stared straight at the top of my head, even the lips were already a little white.

Isn't this poisoning? Is that stuff really poisonous?

I opened his palm, but found that the blood of the ball was not unusual, it was not blue, the blood had dried up and scabbed in some places on his palm, but the wound was still oozing blood.

I was about to try to tear off the sleeve of my shirt to bandage his wound, but Dandan's eyes never left the top of my head, and now he patted me on the shoulder with his other hand and pointed behind me.

What's going on? Could it be that a seaweed ancestor is popping up on my back? Hurriedly looking back, his eyes were quickly attracted by the cliff top as far as the eye could reach, only to see a naked aboriginal carrying a drum package behind him, was retreating to the foot of the cliff step by step, and was about to step on the last step, and in front of her, several spears seemed to have been on her chest, forcing her to the bottom of the abyss step by step.

I believe that needless to say, I also know that it is Huya, she is obviously injured, her backward steps are limping, and the calf of her left leg has been stained red with blood oozing from the wound, but she doesn't snort.

I hurriedly picked up the handcuff that I had just thrown on the ground, and filled it with gunpowder and lead bullet with the most concise procedure possible, and when I panicked, the gunpowder was filled in, but the lead bullet was scattered all over the ground because of the trembling of the injured hand, and at the same time, there was a sudden "poof" sound in my ears, like a big stone smashed into the water, and when I looked up, the tiger girl had fallen into the sea, and even held a spear that pierced her in her hand.

Ignoring the balls that were burrowing into the water at the same time, I picked up a few marbles on the board of the boat and stuffed them into the pipe, and before I could get up, a spear was nailed to a position dozens of centimeters next to me with the sound of "clicking" in the air.

This startled me, and I hurriedly fired a shot in the direction of the cliff mouth, apparently I had put a little too much gunpowder, and the recoil of the handcuff flipped my arm and body over, and I fell straight behind me and hit the board of the boat, while another javelin landed impartially on the spot where I had just squatted.

There was a sound of paddling and fluttering in the water, I knew that Dandan must have rescued the tiger girl who had fallen into the water and was swimming towards me, I absolutely trusted him, and after getting along with him for this day, I understood that even if it was a corpse, he would definitely catch it, and even take his own life.

But I couldn't help, and now my task was the same, to fill the gunpowder, to load the buckshot, and continue to scare the debris on the cliff, even though I didn't even see what they looked like.

But to my surprise, there were no more spears and bows and arrows falling around, and there was no more sound of being attacked from the nearby water, which made me a little puzzled when I was loading gunpowder, and I hurried to look at the cliff, only to find that a person was also staring at me from only five or six meters away.

I don't know if I should call that person a "person", because he has a tiger's head, sharp fangs curled out of his mouth, his hands on the ground, and he is panting at me, and the little demons behind him are also holding spears and staring at all kinds of "beast heads" staring at me, this scene reminds me of the scene of the Journey to the West that I watched when I was a child.

But the scene is like Journey to the West, where is Wukong?

A bloody hand suddenly hit the board, it was Dandan's injured arm, and with it came Huya's pale face, but it was a little different from the one I had seen her before.

Before I could get to my senses, a terrible tiger roar came from the top of the cliff, it was not a real tiger, it was obviously from a human vocal cord, but there was immense anger and absolute threat in that voice!