I've spread the Heaven and Earth realms throughout the God-Slaying World.

"So handsome!"

Qi Xiaoyu's eyes sparkled.

My sister is not only beautiful, but also so handsome—it's irresistible! Who wouldn't like such a perfect sister?

"Holy crap, so that whole obscure and unpopular circle was created by you, a human!"

Hai Lanlan (｀へ′) said angrily.

"Huh? What's this stinky niche circle?" Dongfang Jin asked, looking completely bewildered.

"What do you think? Drawing a circle hundreds of miles around Guixu, emitting purple aura... Last time Wuyou took me out to play... Ugh!"

As she said this, she suddenly made a vomiting motion, as if recalling something disgusting.

"That area stinks! What mysterious person would want to go there?"

After saying that, she showed an expression of extreme disgust and then quickly moved away from Dongfang Jin.

Clearly, that circle brought Hai Lanlan an extremely unpleasant experience, to the point that she developed a deep aversion to it.

"Stinky!?"

Dongfang Jin narrowed his eyes and pushed Qi Xiaoyu in front of him.

"Take good care of the helm."

"Human... what are you going to do?" Hai Lanlan looked at Dongfang Jin, who was gradually approaching her, with a face full of terror, and kept retreating.

"It stinks, doesn't it?"

Dongfang Jin's lips twitched as he slowly approached her. "That's clearly blocking mysterious pheromones! A scientific product, understand? Science, you bastard!"

Hearing another unfamiliar word, Hai Lanlan looked completely bewildered.

"Steamed fish head with chopped chili! Is it delicious?"

"........."

Dongfang Jin was speechless, her expression freezing instantly.

A moment later, Hai Lanlan rubbed her reddened cheeks, tears welling in her eyes, and said in a pitiful voice, "Waaah... Human, you're bullying me! I'm going to tell an adult."

"casual."

Dongfang Jin shrugged and responded nonchalantly. Then he clapped his hands, looking like he hadn't had enough, and muttered to himself.

"Don't even mention it, when you pinch a merman, hehe, it's so moist!"

"what is that?"

On the ghost ship, Qi Xiaoyu, who was at the helm, stared wide-eyed, pointing with a puzzled expression at a faint black dot in the sea ahead.

"Let's play while we're at it."

Dongfang Jin frowned slightly, took the helm, and at the same time, she activated the Forbidden Ruins with all her might. The dark purple mist around the ghost ship instantly became more solid, like a mysterious protective barrier.

Propelled by the waves, the boat moved slowly forward, its hull rising and falling slightly with the waves, making a creaking sound.

As the ship gradually moved closer to the black dot, more and more black dots began to come into view.

At first, it was just a blurry outline, but as the distance closed, the black dots gradually became clearer.

"This is……"

The expressions on everyone's faces gradually turned serious, as if shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

Ahead, the sea is covered with corpses!

Hundreds of mysterious carcasses of marine mammals floated on the sea, a scene resembling an apocalyptic painting.

Vast, mountain-like whales, their white bellies facing upwards; abstract octopuses, their tentacles drooping limply… Perhaps they once swam majestically in the ocean, but now they are nothing more than lifeless corpses floating on this desolate sea.

pat!pat!

Mysterious corpses jostled and bumped against each other, swaying gently with the waves, like a horrific ocean funeral.

Hai Lanlan turned her back and covered the eyes of the cloud whale in the fish tank.

A strange, indescribable sadness welled up in her heart at the sight of someone equally mysterious.

“Mr. Lynn, I have a feeling that what you said about life being guaranteed is a lie.”

Hearing the commotion outside, Zhaoming quickly came out, his face grim.

"This looks like a recipe for disaster!"

"Relax, relax, Mr. Zhaoming."

Lynn shielded him in front of her, saying, "I will definitely protect you if there is any danger."

"Then thank you."

Wow! Wow!

Suddenly, bursts of bubbles emerged from the front, churning and bubbling like boiling water.

Immediately afterwards, a gigantic turtle carcass, over fifty meters long, suddenly emerged from the sea, like a terrifying beast rising from a dark abyss.

The edges of the tortoise shell were jagged, as if it had been gnawed by some mysterious force, and it exuded a rotten smell.

The sea turtle's head is broad and flat, covered with tiny scales, which now shimmer with an eerie black light, like the scales of a demon. Its mouth is tightly closed, and the corners of its lips are slightly downturned, as if it were letting out a desperate roar in its final moments, but it was forcibly suppressed.

"Lynn, have you noticed that the turtle carcass and the surrounding sea creatures have something in common?"

"You mean?"

Lynn focused his gaze on the head of the turtle-like beast's corpse. Its eyes were as large as those of a Xuanwu (a mythical tortoise), but now they were blood red, and it seemed as if countless wronged souls were struggling and screaming in those blood-red eyes.

The other sea creatures were similar.

The crimson light, like eerie strands of blood, intertwined and coiled in the eyes, as if dragging one into an endless abyss of terror.

"Have you heard of the Xuanwu's Rejection of Corpses?" Zhaoming suddenly asked, "If we consider the sea as land..."

"The Black Tortoise repels the corpse!?"

Zhaoming pushed up his non-existent monocle and began to explain.

"I have read some miscellaneous articles on feng shui."

"The 'Xuanwu Rejects Corpse' terrain is a type of feng shui landform characterized by a high mountain behind the tomb that does not droop down, or a sudden break in the mountain's slope that does not reveal its top. This terrain is considered unlucky because it is seen as a refusal to accept burial... In feng shui, this terrain is believed to affect the family's fortune and may even lead to the destruction of the family."

Lynn pretended to think seriously and answered solemnly.

"So, you mean we've stumbled into the world of tomb raiding?"

"........."

Zhaoming remained silent.

"What I mean is, we're finished."

"Don't be so pessimistic, Mr. Zhaoming. We must believe in science and be truthful in everything we do!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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