You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

The wooden plaque was the most effective way he had ever seen to suppress evil energy, second only to the Jade Purity Divine Thunder Formation. This thing was stuck in the skull, like a thorn stuck in a person's body. Although it could not affect the operation of the formation for the time being, it would be a weakness if the formation was attacked.

Despite thinking this, Su Chen did not attack the formation.

He glanced sideways at the spirit turtle, which was struggling and had shrunk even smaller by the evil energy threads, before his gaze fell on the Daoist Qingwei, who was sitting cross-legged not far away.

Three heads...

When Master Qingwei entered this Nine Revolutions Spirit Sacrifice Array, did he intend to kill one of its heads, or both?

and also……

He turned his gaze back to the area beneath the spirit turtle.

At this moment, the spirit turtle's body had shrunk considerably. If one ignored the formation, it looked like a large ship carrying the spirit turtle, barely able to support it.

This ship spirit is quite determined. It clearly couldn't get in before, but it forcefully smashed the hull, broke into pieces, and then crawled in to reassemble. The newly formed hull is dilapidated, as if a wave could easily smash it.

But at this moment, Su Chen clearly saw pieces of wood shooting out from the surrounding seawater, filling in the damaged areas.

Those pieces of wood...

It was clearly drawn from these smaller ships.

Is the ship spirit mending the hull in its own way? Or were these pieces of wood originally the ship spirit's target for this mission?

It looks like it's not over yet.

The formation will need to continue for a while, so...

Turning his gaze to the spirit turtle, Su Chen lightly leaped up and landed on its shell. Finding a gap in the malevolent energy, he channeled streams of power into the turtle's body.

The spirit turtle's body gradually grew larger, and its head even quietly peeked out from its shell, turning its head to look at Su Chen with gratitude in its eyes.

Above the formation.

Xi Meng frowned and looked at it carefully, then turned to ask Mu Xiao.

"What is Master Su doing? Can you tell? Healing?"

Mu Xiao was focused on controlling the wooden signs, holding his breath, and had no time to pay attention to her.

Xi Meng didn't expect him to answer, feeling somewhat annoyed: "What time is it? Such a big turtle can survive being tormented by evil energy a few times, but these strange fish..."

"No, why do all these guys inside seem to be doing nothing productive? Instead of trying to break the formation, they're just wasting their time here?"

The more Ximeng thought about it, the more agitated she became. She belatedly realized that she might have been tainted by evil energy from her previous contact with the strange fish. She took a deep breath and slowly calmed her anxious emotions.

On the sea in the distance.

The bighead fish quietly poked its head out, gazing at the vines in the sky.

The ancient voice emanating from the conch shell was full of emotion.

"Such a grand gesture, aren't my three magical artifacts a bit...?"

To be precise, it's not just a little bit, it's far too little!

"I really don't know why Shadow Pavilion agreed to let me issue this mission, but old buddy, it looks like that turtle can be saved. We've done another good deed."

The bighead fish spewed two jets of water upwards with a "plop," and then happily circled around in the sea.

"Alright, alright, little salamander, it looks like it'll be a while before this ends. I'll go with you over there to dig up some barnacles to eat."

Upon hearing this, the big-headed fish, with its conch shell on its head, rushed south as if it knew the way well.

Time passed bit by bit.

To avoid becoming anxious, Xi Meng had already tried to keep her eyes closed and pretend to sleep.

The owl beside her had its feathers wet and dry repeatedly, and its body was trembling at times, but it managed to hold on.

Several times, even without opening her eyes, Xi Meng could sense it. In the end, she couldn't bear it, so she took to the air and flew away into the distance, cursing under her breath: "Have all of you lost your minds tonight? You don't do anything important, you just procrastinate. Don't you know your own limitations?"

"I have to go through all this trouble to find the culprit, that damn person who's controlling this broken fish. You better not get caught by me, or I'll blow your heads off!"

The thought of brains splattering everywhere only amplified Xi Meng's anxiety.

After circling around for a long time, there was not a trace of people or even boats on the sea.

Thinking of Xi Meng, he flew in one direction based on his intuition.

Suddenly, she paused, turned her head, flew back a little, and looked carefully below.

On a small, dilapidated island with hardly any trees, there was a fire.

Since her eyesight wasn't very good, Xi Meng was about to fly down to get closer and check when she heard a familiar wail.

"Spare your life, spare your life!"

Huh?

That unreliable conch shell?

Xi dreamed that her body suddenly shrank, transforming into a small snake that slowly landed in the crevice of the steep reef beside the island.

The pleading voice became clearer: "I am just a helpless water ghost. I am only able to barely survive in the sea because I am protected by the conch shell."

"Please, Your Excellency, no, God, spare our lives! We came here purely because my pet fish was craving something delicious. We've been to this island before and know that the barnacles in these rock crevices are huge and incredibly tasty, so we figured we might as well..."

Xi Meng was disgusted.

"Adults and gods, gods and masters can be put together like this. This guy surnamed Song must be really scared out of his wits. His words are all incoherent."

As for barnacles...

By the faint moonlight, Xi Meng carefully examined the crevices of the rocks and indeed found clusters of barnacles, each about the thickness of a finger. These things…

An Hui had ordered this dish when she treated them to dinner before, and it was indeed quite delicious; Cai Guobang liked it too.

You're welcome then.

Xi Meng quietly extended her dragon claws and grabbed a large handful. She quickly swam through the crevices of the rocks with her snake body, and in no time, all the larger barnacles in the crevices were in her pocket.

Once I felt satisfied, most of my inner anxiety dissipated.

Xi Meng then poked half of the snake's head out and looked into the distance.

There was a short, thin, and dark-skinned middle-aged man holding a familiar conch shell in his hand. In front of him, a bighead carp was crawling. Even though it was out of the seawater, it seemed to be able to breathe, but it looked somewhat half-dead.

The voice inside the conch shell began to swear: "My lords, I promise that everything I've said is true. If it's false, may I be struck by lightning. I really did wander in by mistake. Please, my lords, spare me. I, I, I'm willing... to do things for you from now on, okay?"

Xi Meng: “!!!”

isn't it?

This isn't even the real methods yet...

Surely you're not that spineless? Even Qingwei respectfully calls you Senior Song.

Xi Meng was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

Then the conch continued, "As long as you adults put this fish over on the reef to eat barnacles, I promise I'll always be there to help you. I've been wandering the seas for a long time and I know many places well, so I guarantee it will be very useful."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment. Someone came over and whispered a few words in his ear. The middle-aged man no longer cared about the conch shell, casually tossed it to the person next to him, and turned to walk away.

"My lord, my lord, I am truly sincere. Although I may not be the best at handling things in my current situation, I am definitely adept at gathering information. You see, as long as you send someone to collect more barnacles from the reef to feed my little fish, I will absolutely do my best. What do you say?"

Xi Meng: “…”

Hopeless!

She slowly swam out of the crevice between the rocks, reached the shore, and swam slowly backward.

Although her eyesight is poor, Xi Meng's sense of smell is much more acute.

She hadn't swum far when she faintly smelled the stench of a corpse.