"Moli!" Yang Ming and Mu Chunfeng glanced at each other: "It seems that this Moli Knife is named after the ship's number."

"Sir, this ship doesn't seem to look like a ship from Beili!" Mu Chunfeng, who has been in the dark for a long time, has improved his night vision ability a lot, and he can roughly judge it by the outline of the longship.

"Not a ship from the north?" Yang Ming turned his head to look at Mu Chunfeng: "Mu Gongzi, what do you see?"

"Sir, I can only see the outline of the ship, and I don't know the specifics. But judging from the silhouette, this is by no means the shape of a north-left or south-bound ship. Mu has never seen such a boat." Mu Chunfeng said.

Yang Ming waved his hand, unconcerned, and said, "This ship is already mysterious, even if it adds a layer of mystery. Let's go unmask it, and I'll see what's inside."

After saying that, Yang Ming grabbed Mu Chunfeng, and his figure jumped and fell on the substrate.

"Mu Gongzi, see my steps clearly and try to walk behind me as much as possible." Pointing to the deck under his feet, Yang Ming said, "This deck is made of wood, and after all these years of soaking in such a humid environment, these woods have long since decayed. If you step on it, you'll be in trouble."

Yang Ming reminded.

"Okay." Mu Chunfeng arched his hand.

With a bang, as soon as Yang Ming took a step, the lampstands around the ship instantly lit up with fire.

"Huh?" Yang Ming's brows tightened, as if there was some mechanism on this ship.

"Sir, what's going on?" Mu Chunfeng had never seen such a situation, he was already a rich son, and his heart was a little trembling at the moment.

Yang Ming glanced at Mu Chunfeng, who was a little frightened, and said lightly, "Mu Gongzi, don't be nervous, this should just be some little tricks."

Mu Chunfeng nodded: "Sir, be careful."

Yang Ming slowly walked to the cabin. With a "squeak", Yang Ming slowly pushed open the door of the cabin. A smell of rotting dead wood came to my nose.

"Seems to have other flavors mixed in." Sniffing carefully, Yang Ming said.

"There shouldn't be any danger inside, Mu Gongzi come in." Yang Ming said lightly.

"I'm coming, sir!" In response, Mu Chunfeng hurriedly followed.

On both sides of the passage in the cabin, as Yang Ming and Mu Chunfeng gradually deepened, the two sides gradually lit up with firelight.

"What's going on?" Facing the sudden firelight, Mu Chunfeng was a little stunned. Originally, he thought that there were only those outside the cabin, but he didn't expect there to be inside.

Yang Ming couldn't explain this situation. The temperature around this area is still relatively high, far exceeding the body temperature of people. If it is white phosphorus, I am afraid it will continue to burn. And it's only when people enter, the surrounding fire candles will be lit, which can't be explained at all, it's more like...

"Voice-activated lights?" Yang Ming muttered.

"What is this?" Mu Chunfeng hadn't heard this term, so he hurriedly asked.

Yang Ming slowly explained, "The so-called voice-activated lights are lights that only turn on when they encounter sounds. It's just that it shouldn't exist."

Yang Ming was puzzled, looked at the surrounding walls, then shook his head, and said in his heart, "No, there are no wires here, it can't be a voice-activated light."

"Sir, sir!" Mu Chunfeng pulled Yang Ming's sleeve: "It's so foggy around here."

Yang Ming came back to his senses and hurriedly looked over. There was a thin film on the arm in front of him, which was really his true qi forming a barrier to isolate the surroundings. At this moment, the periphery of the barrier was actually attached to a layer of oil mist.

"The air here isn't clean, it looks like there's something." Yang Ming frowned slightly, then pulled out the Moli knife and stretched it out of the barrier.

After a while, Yang Ming slowly withdrew the Moli knife. He took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped all the dirt off the knife.

"Mu Gongzi, look at what this thing is." Yang Ming handed the handkerchief to Mu Chunfeng, his pharmacological knowledge was still relatively abundant, and he should know something.

Mu Chunfeng didn't dare to smell it directly, but took out a silver needle from his arms and wiped it on it.

After a few moments, nothing changed on the silver needle, and even when it came to the conclusion that "sir, this is not some kind of poison."

Yang Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Mu Gongzi, you are really arbitrary. The silver needle can not produce all the poisons in the world, such as the poison in the core of an apple."

"Sir, he's really good at laughing." Mu Chunfeng shook his head: "Where is the apple core poisonous, don't deceive Mu." jjźý.ćőbr>

Yang Ming wiped his hand on the rag, "It's really oil, but it's oil made from fat." He put his finger on his nose and sniffed, "It's still a little fragrant."

Mu Chunfeng also smelled it, and suddenly, a wail sounded in his mind. "Ah~" He shouted, covering his head with both hands, half-kneeling on the ground, and the night pearl in his hand also fell to the ground inadvertently.

"What's going on!" Yang Ming was taken aback, and hurriedly leaned over to check Mu Chunfeng's situation.

As Lu Yu and the old man said, Mu Chunfeng's emotions were on the verge of gradually collapsing.

"Sir, I have that voice in my head." He said, "And, it's so big, it's so uncomfortable."

"I have a poison in my hand that can relieve your pain, but if you eat too much, you will become addicted, and the gods will not be able to save you at that time." Yang Ming's brows furrowed, and he slowly took out a piece of white powder from his arms.

"It's... What medicine." Mu Chunfeng said with difficulty.

"Painkillers, he relieves your pain." Yang Ming said, "Those oils probably have a neurotoxin, just like eating poisonous mushrooms."

"Ah~" Mu Chunfeng yelled: "Sir, help me!"

Yang Ming picked up a handful of powder and covered it on Mu Chunfeng's mouth and nose, "Suck it in, quickly!"

Mu Chunfeng heard the instructions and took a sharp breath. Only a moment later, Mu Chunfeng's expression calmed down a lot, his eyes were blurred, holding on to the last trace of energy, and he said intermittently: "Sir... Come on... now."

Yang Ming hurriedly crossed his knees, his hands carried behind Mu Chunfeng, and his internal force was continuously channeled into Mu Chunfeng's body, intending to force the things in his body out.

"Fortunately, I learned this detoxification method from Hua Jin in advance, if it doesn't work, I can't help it." Yang Ming's heart tightened, he didn't expect to be careless after guarding against it for so long.

Then the internal force entered Mu Chunfeng's body, and he finally had some reaction.

"Ahem." Mu Chunfeng's mouth spit out something.

"It works." Yang Ming was overjoyed, and slightly increased the intensity of the delivery of true qi, "It's like stomach lavage, it should be better to spit it out?"

Whether he can come back or not, Yang Ming is not very sure.

As Mu Chunfeng finally spit out, his figure fell.

"Huh?" Yang Ming hurriedly took his pulse. He didn't know anything about the pulse at all, as long as the pulse jumped to the same as the indicator of the Blue Star in his heart within a minute, at least there was no big problem.

"Whew~" Seeing that there was no problem with the pulse, Yang Ming let out a long breath.