Rush out, it's calm.

The captain knew he understood, and quickly explained the construction of the mainmast. Yan Saburo ran to the side of the mast and climbed up with his hands and feet.

Even if the wind and rain are crazy, his skills are as fast as a spirit monkey, and after a while, he touched the edge of the rope and slashed the wooden sword.

With a bang, the whole canvas fell, and it was instantly full of wind.

The entire wooden ship shook, and its hull suddenly tilted, almost being lifted upside down.

Almost.

Under the hard work of the ship's boss, it finally got the direction right, and then it was like a wing, and it headed due north!

Yan Saburo was not idle, and ran back to the deck to continue his efforts.

After twenty breaths, he finally unraveled the canvas, revealing the ladder and mast underneath.

The people in the cabin called.

Yan Saburo hugged the mast and pulled it out hard.

But only half a foot was pulled out, and there were a few screams from below, both men and women!

Then Dou Ya shouted:

"Stop!"

Yan Saburo immediately stopped, and then felt that his hand was light, and the mast was actually cut in half by her sword.

What happened? Yan Saburo quickly pulled out the mast in his hand and threw it horizontally onto the deck.

Jing Qing and Zhuang Nanjia climbed out of the wooden ladder with a rolling belt, their upper and lower teeth trembling, and they didn't know whether they were frozen or frightened:

"Dead, dead!"

Yan Saburo's heart chuckled, and he jumped out of the cabin with an arrow step, and sure enough, he saw a terrifying scene:

At the top of the mast spire was actually dressed a person.

The chest went in and the back went out, and I stabbed it in pairs. No matter how much common sense people can see, this is not saved.

Huo Fangfang.

Her eyes were wide open, her face still lingered with fear, but her body was motionless, floating in the waves. Dou Ya wrapped his arms around her shoulders and muttered, "How can this be?"

The sea water rushed open the box again, Min Chuan pressed his legs and gasped, and Ding Yun was standing in place, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, Zhuang Nanjia's shout came from above: "Out of the storm circle, we are saved!"

The hull of the ship has indeed stabilized, and the water that bubbles into the hull is no longer violent, which is very different from Fang Cai.

The tired ship boss also jumped out of the cabin, and was about to speak, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Huo Fangfang's death, and couldn't help but be taken aback:

"So unlucky!"

Anyone could see that the mast had been blown down by the wind and plunged into the bilge, and the force was so strong that the tip of the mast was like a javelin. Huo Fangfang was unlucky, she was pierced through her chest by it and died on the spot.

"Let's help her bury her at sea later!" the captain sighed twice, and went to the cabin to rummage for something. After all, there is still a big hole in the bottom of his precious boat to be filled, and the lives of the whole ship are not yet stable, which is the top priority.

Grief is reserved only for those who have time.

The bilge is filled with seawater, and the cargo is floated and sunk in the water. The captain of the boat did not know where to find two planks, and with a hammer he went to mend the bottom of the ship.

The current was so violent that the hull shook so badly that it couldn't work, but fortunately, it was still too late.

Yan Saburo observed the corpse, reached out and pulled out the tip of the mast.

The surrounding sea water was stained red with blood.

He said in a deep voice, "Go up." ”

Dou Ya picked up Huo Fangfang and walked up the ladder and laid her flat on the deck.

At this time, the wooden boat had successfully escaped from the storm circle, Yan Saburo and the others climbed onto the deck to look back, and the black oppressive piece in the sky was still breathless, but they had been left behind.

Out of the storm circle, the sea is a beautiful scene of wind and sunshine. The waves gently lap against the ship's side, and the wind and lightning seem to be happening in another world.

But Huo Fangfang's death reminded everyone present that it was by no means an illusion.

The sky was just right, and Yan Saburo could see Dou Ya's eyes red and weeping, so he asked, "What's going on?"

Dou Ya wiped her tears: "She just scooped up a basin of water and was about to bring it to me, but suddenly it was dark above, and I couldn't see anything." I subconsciously dodged, and then I heard the sound of the rushing sea and the things in the cabin colliding with each other. ”

There was so much clutter in the cabin that it was so cluttered by the sea that no one could tell how many items were crashing into it.

"Where was Huo Fangfang standing at that time?"

"Ladders, ladders. Dou Ya couldn't help sobbing, "Right in front of the mast!"

Yan Saburo's voice was still calm: "Have you seen her stabbed?"

"Nope. "The light suddenly dimmed, and I couldn't see anything for a moment. ”

The mast blocked the ladder, and the canvas hung upside down, and the bilge was suddenly dark. There is a process for the human eye to adapt to light, and Dou Ya can't see at that time.

Jing Qing said: "I just walked away at that time, otherwise I would have been hit by the mast." "At this point, I shuddered.

Yan Saburo hummed and asked everyone again, "Did you hear Huo Fangfang's scream?"

Everyone thought about it and said, "No." ”

Zhuang Nanjia guessed: "Could it be that the mast is too fast, too fast, and she died before she could scream?"

Min Chuan nodded: "It's not impossible." ”

Everyone let out a long sigh.

Eight passengers boarded the ship, and now there are only six left, and this one died in a natural disaster.

Dou Ya couldn't help but hide her face and cry: "It's all me, it's all my fault! If I react in time, I won't sit back and watch her be stabbed to death!"

When the mast fell, she only felt that it was dark in front of her, and she subconsciously hid to the side, how could she remember that there were still people in front of the mast?

The little girl covered her face with her hands, and tears oozed from between her fingers, obviously very sad.

Yan Saburo took a step back, squatted beside Huo Fangfang, and looked down a few more times.

It seems easier to observe a dead person than to comfort a little girl.

Ding Yunzheng coughed lightly: "Miss Dou, don't blame yourself, life and death are fateful, and you didn't mean not to save her." ”

Jing Qing rarely echoed him: "Yes, life and death are in an instant, who can react?"

Yan Saburo understands that although Dou Ya's cultivation is not weak, he has been practicing in the Sha Sect for many years, not asking about the world, and rarely going through wind and rain, so he is a little less alert when it comes to changes.

It's not about being smart or stupid, it's just about not having experience.

Min Chuan looked at him with his arms crossed, and then suddenly said, "Is there any doubt?"

Yan Saburo raised Huo Fangfang's right hand: "The nails of the middle finger are broken, and the nails of the index finger and ring finger have traces of frustration. ”

Listening to him, Dou Ya's crying was quiet. She wiped her eyes with a towel and looked down at Huo Fangfang's nails: "Hey, it's really true." ”

Before boarding the ship, Huo Fangfang was also a pampered official wife, her fingers did not touch the spring water, her nails were meticulous and good-looking, and the impatiens juice coated on her head was very bright, and it had not faded after being soaked in seawater.