In the cabin, it seemed like a dead land.

Several cold ghost fires surrounded the four walls of the room and remained motionless. The cold ghost fires burned silently, becoming lush as the whole room became.

Qian Yunsheng sat at the head of the bed, and the blue and white light shining from the faint green ghost fire reflected on his face, highlighting his face that was solidified like a knife.

Several spirit stones were floating in front of him, as if there was an inexplicable force circulating in it, causing these spirit stones to float around him in a strange trajectory.

When these spirit stones are circulating, they sometimes rotate rapidly, collide, and even make some irregular movements and tremors.

Whenever the spirit stone began to tremble, Qian Yunsheng's face would show a painful expression, showing the uneasyness of the guiding effect of this tremor when it was in his body.

A cold and cold breath was flowing slowly along his meridians. These cold breaths were like a knife, slowly slashing on his meridians ingenuity.

This kind of stroke was cleverly wrapped by Qian Yunsheng with spiritual power most of the time, like a comb to comb his hair, cutting open and combing the entangled veins.

But sometimes, when these entangled veins are extremely stubborn and are accidentally scratched by the cold breath, Qian Yunsheng will temporarily stop healing.

Although he closed his eyes, his chest would suddenly fall down. Then he sucked his nose and a stream of spiritual energy would float out of the spirit stone floating outside his body, which was sucked into his chest.

After the spiritual energy in these spirit stones was sucked in, they first circled around his heart.

Then he followed the hot blood squeezed out of his heart and quickly merged together, flowing along the veins he had sorted out before, repairing the injuries he had previously cut on his meridians due to the cold air.

Part of the reason why the ghost martial arts are called evil cultivators is that their martial arts are too arrogant and domineering, but their cultivation progress is extremely fast.

For example, the current practice method of Qian Yunsheng is never used by the righteous monks.

This method is very easy to damage the meridians, and although the cultivation speed is obviously faster, those monks of the righteous path would rather slowly warm the meridians and then open up the stagnant areas through water milling.

The ghost martial arts laws are very different, like the one in Qian Yunsheng's hand, which has the method of repairing meridians. It is precisely because of this technique that Qian Yunsheng dared to do so domineeringly when he was practicing.

In this way, between yin and yang, cold and heat, I don’t know how many times it has passed. As Qian Yunsheng kept combing his meridians, scratching, repairing, and scratching again... With his persistent persistence, he finally successfully ran a great circle.

"Hu~",

A Zhoutian later, Qian Yunsheng finally opened his eyes.

Just as he opened his eyes, a light flashed in his eyes. Then, a dead breath flowed out from his eyes, and a scarlet color that was not a normal person appeared in his eyes.

But soon, the scarlet color disappeared in his eyes and returned to normal.

"Come!"

After Qian Yunsheng's practice of doing things was over, he began to clean up the room.

I saw him waved at the alert ghost fires, and the ghost fires flew back into his body like birds throwing into the forest, and the strange and cold aura in the room also disappeared.

At the same time, he stretched out his palm and looked deeply at the dark blue fine lines between his palms. These lines and palm lines were intertwined, like a bunch of extremely charming patterns entangled between the meridians.

He looked at the strange scene that occupied his body carefully, and withdrew his palm expressionlessly, he stood up.

Over the years, since the Southern Barbarians escaped, he has never been able to settle down well. So the injuries on his body have become more and more serious, and even the meridians between his palms can be seen in this dark blue pattern.

Qian Yunsheng knew that this was a sign that the dead energy was eroding his body step by step. When these delicate patterns that now seem to be as thick as a little finger, he would die without a place to bury him.

He rubbed his palms and chuckled. A ghost cultivator had long been destined to be able to hide in the corners of corrosion, filth, darkness, and maggots everywhere.

Death is as simple as drinking water and eating daily life for them, so how could they take death to heart again?

But the scenes he experienced during the Southern Barbarians often lingered in his heart. He couldn't help but recall the past when death solidified on the blade and white bones fell between the wilderness.

This is like the blood in the cup, tears in the plate, and everything he has experienced makes Qian Yunsheng feel that living is like a fog that makes people unable to see the way forward.

He felt like a bald bird flapping his wings from his dead bones, with ashes sprinkled on his wings.

"Huh?" At this moment, it seemed that in the deep sea, a shadow suddenly broke into his spiritual range.

"There is a situation!"

Qian Yunsheng retracted his thoughts and released all his spiritual consciousness into the entire ship.

In his spiritual sense, the crew members on the deck were shouting horns vigorously. The weather was good today, and the crew members also had happy smiles on their faces.

They were all naked and full of muscles on their arms, as if they had endless strength to burst out from the noose on their hands.

While they were happily calling out the unique rhythmic trumpet, under the command of the old captain whose bronze skin was knocked out by the sun and sea breeze, they were trying their best to pull the fishing nets placed in the sea little by little.

Qian Yunsheng's spiritual consciousness followed the fishing net and looked into the sea. When he saw the shadow he had discovered before staring at the fishing catch in the fishing net, he felt a rough idea in his heart.

A cold smile emerged from the corner of his mouth, and he murmured softly: "After waiting for so many days, I finally waited for one."

He was not in a hurry to go out, but turned out a broken black banner. The black banner was soaked in gray that there were several big cracks on it, and even the pole was broken.

If Qian Yunsheng hadn't taken it out of the storage bag carefully, he would have thrown it into the pile of debris, no one would have wanted to believe that this thing was actually a magic weapon.

After Qian Yunsheng took out the soul banner, he smiled and said, "Old guy, don't worry, it seems that he can feed you today!"

An unconscious fluctuation came from the soul-catching banner, just like a rhythmic message: "Hungry...you want to eat...you want to eat..."

At this time, there was a cheer on the deck, and it seemed that the catch was hit.

And in Qian Yunsheng's spiritual consciousness, the shadow was getting closer and closer along the catch. Seeing this situation, Qian Yunsheng moved his hand and hid the soul-catching banner in his sleeve, and floated towards the deck like a ghost.

On the deck, the captain was looking at the fishing catch with satisfaction. It has been three days since I arrived at the Bering Sea, and it seemed like I had good luck. The harvest for several consecutive days was as good as the harvest in the Yuewan Strait.

This made him feel even more like he was coming to Beringhai. It seemed that it was another bumper harvest when it was so heavy like this.

He thought so, and simply sang toward a monkey-like young man, "Ergouzi, inform Lao Li in the kitchen to cook the meat porridge. Let's celebrate tonight, there is enough wine!"

After he shouted like this, everyone cheered, and the atmosphere became even more lively for a while. Everyone opened the bulging fishing net, and in an instant, the fishing catch in the net leaked all over the floor.

The old man was about to command everyone to work harder and return the catch to the warehouse. A figure like a light smoke floated silently to the old man.

"Master Immortal Master!" He saw clearly that Qian Yunsheng suddenly appeared beside him, and hurriedly bowed respectfully.

Qian Yunsheng waved his hand, and the shadow in his spiritual consciousness had already begun to circle around the ship.

He frowned and looked at the fishing catches all over the ground. It seemed that there was no time to enter the warehouse. He spoke decisively: "Ring the bell, something is following!"

The old man felt a sudden heart. He had never encountered any monsters who had been through the journey. Unexpectedly, when he had caught a fishing catch, the monsters followed him up.

Qian Yunsheng seemed to understand the old man's thoughts and smiled faintly, "I'm afraid it was the harvest of our ship that attracted it."

After hearing Qian Yunsheng's words, the old man had no luck and immediately rang the bronze bell with "clang, clang, clang".

Everyone who was busy heard the bell and felt nervous and hid according to the plan.

After watching everyone, including the old man, hiding in the cabin and completely lost people on the deck, Qian Yunsheng pulled out the soul-catching banner, inserted it behind him, and stood high on the bow of the ship.

After a while, I felt a "bang". Without anyone at the helm, the sea boat that could only float with the waves seemed to suddenly hit a reef.

The sea boat staggered, and countless fishing catches that had been put on the deck were poured into the sea again.

Qian Yunsheng stood at the bow of the boat, looking at all coldly, and was indifferent. The shadow under the boat seemed to feel that with his own strength, he could not overturn such a sea boat. A thick tentacle came up from the side of the boat.

"It seems to be Zhang Yao!"

Seeing the thick tentacles like a person's thigh and the layers of suction cups stacked on it, soft clusters gathered together, Qian Yunsheng felt aware of it.

He was not in a hurry to attack, but with a light bounce, two dark purple seeds as big as half a fist were thrown to the ground by him, and in a short while it was retracted into the deck.

These two vines that were retracted into the deck stretched out countless tentacles and drilled around along the gaps on the deck. If these vines were given enough time, even the entire fishing boat could be wrapped by these thin vines.

Another "dong" sound.

Perhaps feeling the smell of fresh food on the deck or being attracted by the more and more intense food in the cabin, Zhang Yao jumped up from the sea with the tentacles that were already on the boat.

Qian Yunsheng looked closely and saw that the monster in front of him was like a spread-out pie, with seven or eight tentacles distributed along the surrounding pie like scattering.

In the middle of the pancake is a big mouth, enjoying all the food rolled up from the tentacles, constantly sending it to the mouth.

Qian Yunsheng looked at Zhang Yao who was lying on the deck, chewing food with no one around, and a smile touched the corner of his mouth, and said in his heart: "It's indeed a second-level monster. It seems that he has finally made good luck today."

At the same time, a small layer of sweat appeared on his nose, not knowing whether it was because of tension or crowding.

He poked his lower rib with his elbow at another companion next to him and asked worriedly: "Do you think this Immortal Master is OK? You won't be eaten by monsters, right?"

The one who poked his elbow on the ribs in a low voice: "Take it down, be careful to hear it from the old man, and you will be punished not to give it tonight!"

Then, he stretched out his bare feet. He shook in front of him despite the boy's disgust and said proudly: "Did you see it? It's all right? Have you ever seen such a skill in the past?"

"Boom~"

There was another violent collision sound, and the hull was shaking much louder than before, and it began to shake, causing everyone who was hiding in the mezzanine of the narrow cabin to make them dizzy.

Qian Yunsheng stood at the bow of the boat, not caring about this level of shaking, but stared at the demon intently.

In the air, Zhang Yao slowly climbed up. The strong salty smell, combined with the juice flowing out of the body of the fish biting the sea fish, impacted Qian Yunsheng's nose.

The unconscious "hungry" fluctuations continued to be heard from the soul-catching banner behind him.

Qian Yunsheng patted the banner behind him, indicating that it would be safe and look at the prey he was bound to win in front of him.

The Zhang Yao in front of him seemed to continue to eat and drink without any scruples, but his two rolling eyes exposed his true heart.

"It's waiting for me to come over and deliver it to the door so that it can make a fatal blow."

After understanding Zhang Yao's little thoughts, Qian Yunsheng's calm face showed a cold smile, as if he was watching the fish that had fallen into the oil pan jumping around and making the final futile struggle.

Generally, wild beasts often begin to have a certain amount of wisdom after becoming monsters, but apart from transformed monsters, the intelligence of ordinary monsters is still not enough in front of humans.

It thinks it is very well disguised, unlike those stupid people who only drill into human fishing nets. But what they don't understand is that such a shallow plan is as pure as a piece of white paper in front of humans.

Zhang Yao retracted a tentacle that stretched out. Seven or eight sea fishes sucked on the suction cup of the tentacle that were struggling desperately were easily sent into its big mouth like skewers.

"Crunch, crunch~"

Just like eating the best food, Zhang Yao clumsyly teased Qian Yunsheng's nerves with his most relished expression.

Qian Yunsheng remembered the days when he was in the Southern Wilderness, he was surrounded by monsters all the time.
To be continued...