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

what's the situation?

Xi Meng struggled for a moment, but to no avail. She turned her head to check and found no trace of life.

Her gaze fell on the torch.

After the thick blood dripped down, the torch seemed to burn even brighter, and it gave her a bad feeling—the shape of the flames…

Xi Meng shook her head violently.

This action did not make her thoughts clearer; instead, the scene in front of her began to gradually distort.

She clearly realized that this was different from the distortion caused by opening the ghost path; it wasn't spatial, it seemed...

The next moment, Xi Meng completely lost herself.

Like Xi Meng, apart from the middle-aged man, everyone present, even the little salamander still "on its last legs" on the shore, gradually had empty eyes.

That senior Song was also inevitably affected.

The middle-aged man seemed oblivious to the strangeness around him, and carefully turned the disc to another torch.

After the last drop of blood was poured onto the torch, the middle-aged man looked at the remaining blood in the disc, sighed softly, closed his eyes, held his breath, and concentrated for a while before reciting an obscure and difficult incantation.

The small island began to tremble.

It's not just a small island.

The fish, shrimp, and crabs that were swimming leisurely in the surrounding waters sensed something and began to flee blindly like headless flies.

The tremors also affected the Nine Revolutions Sacrificial Spirit Array.

The towering flames struck again, but this time, due to the obstruction of the large ship and the spirit turtle, they could not break through the sea surface at all. Instead, they slowly flowed and solidified along the bottom edges of the large ship and the spirit turtle.

But the high temperature quickly charred the large ship and scorched the turtle's abdomen, causing its skin and flesh to curl up.

Standing on the turtle's back, Su Chen could feel the suffocating sensation brought on by the high temperature even through them.

He quickly channeled his power into the spirit turtle to help it repair its damaged body. At the same time, a stream of power was also accurately injected into the body of Daoist Qingwei in the distance. The latter stiffened and then subconsciously groaned.

On the other side of the ship, the wooden plaque stuck in the skull glowed green, as if it were excited.

Su Chen glanced at it and frowned slightly.

Above, the wooden owl controlling the sign breathed a slight sigh of relief when it noticed that the lava erupting from the underwater volcano had stopped raging.

At the same time, he looked south with concern.

That stupid dragon... has been gone for a long time.

Could it be that they've actually found the person behind this and are going all out regardless of the consequences, which is why this has caused such a huge commotion?

Time passed slowly, and Su Chen looked down at the bottom with some concern.

"Old...wooden blockhead? Are you alright?"

The carbonized ship was eerily quiet; after waiting for a long time, there was not a single movement.

No way, the ship's spirit is gone just like that?

The thought had barely formed when a weak voice echoed in Su Chen's mind.

"I'm okay."

This condition really isn't good.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Chen still condensed a ball of merit for the large ship.

"Thank you!"

The carbonized ship trembled, and the rocks solidified on the outside of the hull crumbled inch by inch, while the magma inside, which had not yet completely solidified, fell with the seawater.

As the seawater washed over it, a layer of lava adhering to the hull slowly solidified, then peeled off along with a layer of carbonized wood. Su Chen seemed to hear a sigh, and turned his head in confusion, looking towards the direction of the skull.

Is the sound coming from inside?

A wooden plaque? Or a skull?

Before he could ponder it carefully, Master Qingwei on the other end groaned again.

Su Chen looked over and vaguely saw the three heads inside his body shaking.

When he looked again, Qingwei was still sitting there quietly.

His head seemed to be moving, but very slightly... something's not right...

To be precise, it was his face that was moving... or perhaps, it was Master Qingwei speaking.

Are several personalities communicating with each other? Or is it a deathbed curse?

Su Chen's feelings were complicated for a moment.

The fact that Master Qingwei could split into two personalities suggests he must have endured a great deal in the past.

I just don't know which personality I'm interacting with, or if he'll be the one I end up with.

"Young friend, can you do me a favor?"

A faint sound came again, and Su Chen came back to his senses and looked down.

“Old… Senior Wood, please speak.”

"Could you... give me that wooden sign?"

Su Chen frowned: "...What?"

"To be honest, young friend, although I am the spirit of the ship, I also benefit from the lightning-struck wood that fills the ship."

Although the ship spirit's voice was weak, its tone was relaxed.

“That lightning-struck wood originally came from a ten-thousand-year-old tree in the Qinling Mountains. It came looking for me.”

Su Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.

"I was originally somewhat confident that I could fight back, but now that the magma has suddenly struck, I have been severely injured."

"Then let's not argue."

"We are all of the same origin, why should we kill each other and let this battle benefit us?"

"What do you mean, senior...?"

“I have been wandering the sea for many years and have accumulated some soul power. Give me that wooden tablet so that I can pass on my soul power to him.”

Su Chen was silent.

"Young friend, I've been mending and patching for a hundred years, and I'm tired."

"please."

After that, the ship spirit's voice never rang out again.

It was as if they were giving Su Chen plenty of time to think.

After a long while, Su Chen's fingers trembled slightly.

"Senior, please wait a moment."

With a flick of his wrist, several peach wood swords imbued with divine lightning, coated with a layer of merit power, were thrown towards the distant skull.

Wherever the peach wood sword passed, all the chains of malevolent energy broke, and it took two breaths to recover.

The spirit turtle beneath Su Chen's feet sensed something and began to struggle.

But soon, more chains of malevolent energy bound him, rendering him unable to move.

The spirit turtle let out a mournful cry, clearly unwilling to accept its fate.

On the other side, the peach wood sword came to the skull.

As the electric light on it flickered, the malevolent energy on the skull gradually dissipated.

The same applies to the power of merit on the peach wood sword.

Su Chen flipped his hand, and hundreds of lightning-attracting talismans appeared in his palm. Just as he was about to throw them out, the wooden plaque inside his skull lit up, its green light even more dazzling than before.

The green light dispersed the surrounding malevolent energy and connected with the peach wood sword.

Seeing this, Su Chen quickly raised his hand and hooked it.

The wooden plaque flew out of the skull, its green light dimmed, but it was still trembling, as if excited.

Su Chen's heart sank.

If in the beginning, was it possible that the senior craftsman gave the wooden plaque for...?

While he was pondering, the wooden sign had already flown to the large ship.

It wandered around the carbonized ship as if surveying its territory, and soon hovered in one place, slowly rotating.

Su Chen noticed that the blue light on the ship was condensing, but before it could condense into a small ball, it was suddenly hit by the wooden sign and scattered.

The wooden sign spun rapidly, its green light scattering and gradually merging into the charred hull.

This is……

A light flickered in Su Chen's eyes.

Under the watchful eye of the heavens, those specks of green light took root, sprouted, and grew tender buds in the carbonized wood. As time passed, the originally pitch-black carbonized ship was soon covered with a patch of green.

It was a tender green of new life, and at first glance, it seemed full of vitality.

The ship spirit was clearly also somewhat incredulous.

"This is……"

The wooden sign stopped spinning.

A painting faintly appears on it.

The group knelt before an ancient tree and prostrated themselves for three days before an old man finally appeared before the tree.

The old man gazed into the distance.

"You say you want to go out to sea. I've been gazing at it from here for many years, and I know how vast it is; it truly inspires longing. Unfortunately, I'm rooted here and cannot explore it..."

"Very well," he tore off a piece of his robe, which transformed into dozens of brown logs, each ten feet wide and half a meter long. "Go, go and see the vast ocean and the myriad wonders of this world for me..."