Feser had experienced too much fright, and seeing the dark shadow of the wave hill covering the sky and the sun, Fiser was completely confused.

I didn't talk nonsense, grabbed Fiseu's shoulders and pressed him directly against the board, and the old boy didn't come to his senses until his head hit the board, and immediately reached out and grabbed a handle.

Originally, I wanted to grab the handle, but when Fiser reached out, I withdrew my hand.

It's good that this guy can remember to grab the handle, if I grab him again, he won't be able to react for a while, what should I do, and he may miss the best time to fix his body.

At this moment, the boat has been shaken by the small waves pressed by the wave mound, and if the movement of the hand is a little slow, it may be swept into the sea.

He had fixed himself, but when I quickly turned my gaze to look for other handles nearby, the buoyancy from under the ship suddenly increased, and the whole ship was turned off the surface, and then the ship fell sharply back into the sea, but by that time I had completely lost my center of gravity, and after staggering a few steps on the slippery stern, I felt a sudden emptiness under the soles of my feet.

Because the boat was shaking so violently, and the waves were splashing and the water was so steamy that I could barely see anything clearly, I only knew that the touch under my feet was suddenly empty, but I didn't quite know whether I had fallen off the boat or not.

Years of experience in the field played a huge role at this time, and even though I didn't know where I was, I took a long breath and held my breath at the first time.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a muffled sound of "coo-dong" in the crashing of the waves, and I only heard half of the sound, during which I could still feel that my calves were wrapped in seawater, and before the muffled sound completely reached my ears, the surrounding broken waves and mist were gone, replaced by a free layer of water and I had sunk into the water.

The big wave was about to crash down on the sailboat, and if I fell overboard at this time, I would definitely be swept away by the undercurrent, and by the time the people on board reacted, I might have been swept far away.

In such a sea area, there is only one way to get out of the ship, and there is only a dead end.

It's impossible to get back on the boat right now, and the only thing I can do is quickly scan the surroundings to see if there's anything I can catch.

Supposedly, the bottom of the ship is usually relatively smooth, and there should be no place to fall, but I still have a bit of a fluke mentality, hoping that the anchor sank into the water in the topsy just now, or that the rope on the mast was torn off and fell one by two.

I glared and scanned the whole circle, and I did find something, but it was neither the anchor chain of the anchor nor the rope of the mast, but dozens of tube-like things.

The tubes are light blue, and it's hard to spot them when you look down from the sea.

One end of the pipe seemed to lead to the figure following the ship, and the other end connected to the middle of the bottom of the boat.

I looked down the tube towards the middle of the bottom of the boat, and vaguely saw that there seemed to be something attached to it, because the hull and I were constantly jolting, so that I couldn't make out the outline of the thing or what it was.

I didn't have much time to think about it right now, and I was afraid that the baskets would not be strong enough, so I pulled the barrel from my waist and wrapped it around five or six hoses at once.

As soon as the barrel of the gun was tightly coiled, an incomparably strong undercurrent swept over.

First, I clearly heard a "gurgling" rapids, and then the whole person was stunned.

The force was so great that it was unbelievably large, and as soon as it pressed against my body, I felt like I had been thrown into a high-speed spinning centrifuge, and the whole person was spinning rapidly, and the flesh and blood on my body seemed to be about to burst.

I clutched the barrel of the gun, and I only felt myself shaking and spinning, and large bubbles passed me, and I didn't know if it was the bubble I spit out, or the bubble that the undercurrent rolled from somewhere else, the sea was not muddy, but my brain was muddy.

In that case, you can't think about it at all, the only thing you can do is hold on to the barrel of the gun and possibly stay awake and hold your breath.

For a moment, I suddenly felt a sense of relief all over my body, obviously the water pressure had disappeared, and I vaguely knew that I might have been freed up with the ship that had flown away from the sea, and I did not dare to give up such an opportunity, so I hurried to take a breath while I had not yet fallen into the sea.

When I was smashed into the water with the boat again, I felt my body almost smashed to the surface of the sea, and I felt a burning pain all over my body.

Thanks to the practice with the master since childhood, and after experiencing the beating of the five bird plays, the hardness of the body is far beyond ordinary people, if it is another person to suffer so many times, even if he is not tossed to death, at least he will lose most of his life.

I was tossed by this undercurrent many times, and I didn't know exactly when it left, but I felt that the water around me seemed to be quiet.

After a moment of confusion, I suddenly opened my eyes like a dying man who sat up in shock, and everywhere I could see was a strange figure.

I forced myself to calm down before I turned my gaze to carefully observe my surroundings.

The five or six blue tubes wrapped in the barrel of the gun have been torn off by me, and at this time I only have a bare barrel in my hand, and it is estimated that after the barrel was broken, I was washed into the middle of these figures by the undercurrent, and it is fortunate that it is these inhuman things that tightly clamp me, so that I was not swept farther away.

I took a closer look at the "people" around me, only to find that they were not living creatures at all, but a set of shedding skins, just like snakes after molting, as long as the shed skin is filled with air or water, it looks like a translucent living snake.

It's a bit like a kappa in a Japanese tale of monsters, with a big head, a sharp mouth, and a shell on its back, and the breath that exists in their bodies is just right to keep them from sinking to the bottom of the sea or completely surfacing them, and the loose hair floats less than two meters above the water, making it difficult to identify what is underwater.

However, the kappa is supposed to be much smaller than an adult, but the size of this thing is very large, and each pair of skins can hold three me.

And all the skins look exactly the same, probably shed from the same monster.

Then I remembered the shadow that was crawling in the middle of the bottom of the boat.

No, the breath is a little insufficient.

I immediately pulled the floating hair off the top of my head and surfaced for air.

Fiseu and the others had now noticed that I was not on the boat, and I took two breaths and looked towards the stern of the boat, and saw Fiseu looking anxiously out to sea.

I saw him, but he didn't see me, because he didn't subconsciously look at the floating hair.