"Hold on!" Wang Yue shouted, and the group of men also stopped their rifle butts that were about to come down. "Since Mr. Zhuo said this thing is so precious, let's try not to damage it, open it carefully."

  After receiving the order, several strong men tried to open the cabin cover with their bare hands. The wooden boat seemed not to have used a single nail, but no matter how hard they tried, it couldn't be opened. Wang Yue watched as there was no progress and approved them to use a dagger to pry it open. This time, however, it was even better, as there wasn't even a gap to insert the blade into. Although it was said that the boat was made of wood, in reality, it was more sealed than modern steel plate welding.

  Wang Yue's gaze shifted, lingering on Zhuo Lao Han who was sitting paralyzed in the inflatable boat. With a stiff smile, he said: "Mr. Zhuo, you're skilled in carpentry, so you must know how to open it. Would you please help us with this small favor?"

  Zhuo Lao Han was unwilling to go, thinking that this thing was probably the ghost ship used for drifting and water burial in rumors. Being a timid person, he felt even more disrespectful to his ancestors by bringing Japanese people into this ancient well. Now, being asked to open the coffin, how could he agree? He hastily pushed back: "Many of our ancestors' craftsmanship has long been lost, I can only make some rough and crude furniture, I've never seen such a thing before, I don't know where to start. In my opinion, it's probably impossible to open it anyway, let's just focus on hurrying along the road."

  "Whoosh", a few strands of hair fluttered by in front of Takao's eyes, and except for the Tachibana sisters, no one saw how Motsuzuki Iwao drew his sword and sheathed it.

  Wang Yue hugged Tongzi Qie and made a gesture to Zhuo Lao Han: "Please!"

  The old man struggled to get up, with the support of two strong men, and crossed over the slightly trembling inflatable boat. Before boarding, he looked back and was told by Wang Yue's cold eyes that if he wanted to turn back, his head would not be guaranteed!

  He steeled himself and the old man could only board the ship. The big men around him retreated to their own inflatable boats, shining their lights on him from the side. The white hull of the ship was a small mound in his eyes at this moment, and he was the gravedigger.

  The old man understood that even if he couldn't open it today, this boat would eventually be smashed by those Japanese people anyway. Since that's the case, he might as well use his brain and try to preserve the things left behind by his ancestors intact. He carefully examined the wooden boat along its length.

  The entire ship was made of 'Xuebai' wood, which has been proven to be extremely dense and solid, making it an excellent anti-corrosion material.

  The old man patted the hull of the boat with his hand, and a hollow "thud" echoed from inside. As expected, it was empty. Before the invention of nails, carpenters used to connect wooden blocks together using mortise and tenon joints. How well the joint fit together also measured the level of craftsmanship. Judging from the materials and workmanship of this wooden boat, the person who built it must have been a skilled craftsman at that time.

  However, wooden products assembled from building blocks like this one have a live hinge, which is the only mechanism to disassemble the product. Unless you find this live hinge, even with a crowbar, you can't open it intact. Old Zhu is now searching for this live hinge on this boat, and once he finds it, all problems will be solved. Now this boat is covered in tree resin, and from the naked eye, it's really hard to see where the hinge is.

  Along the bow to the stern, Old Cho carefully felt every inch of wood with his hands, relying on experience to search for any clues, until Wang Yue was impatient, but still couldn't find anything.

  "Mr. Zhuo, I'd rather not trouble you. You few go up and smash that boat for me." After finishing speaking, those several burly men prepared to take over Mr. Zhuo's work, holding their tools and preparing to board the ship. Before Zhuo Yuangu even came down, one of them had already raised his gun butt and smashed it towards the cabin roof. A "crash" sound came from above, like the sound of shattering glass.

  "Huh?" Old Zhou withdrew his foot which was about to step out, "How can there be a glass sound."

  Just now that big man's gun butt hit the top of the boat's canopy, Wang Yue heard the sound and thought it was strange, asking: "What sound?"

  A big Han walked closer, the middle of the boat's canopy had already been smashed by him and was slightly concave, with a thread of red liquid flowing out from it. Everyone smelled a strong smell of blood, a very thick smell of blood.

  That man tried to press it with his hand and said: "Master, there is a piece of pottery here that I broke."

  Are there ceramic pieces? This ship is clearly made of 'Xuebai', how come there are ceramic pieces on top? Zhuo Yuguang was about to go back and take a look, when Tao Jingxue behind him suddenly shouted "Be careful!"

  Hearing Qian Xue's scream, Zhuo Yu Gui, who was standing at the bow of the boat, lost his footing and fell into the icy water with a "splash". After struggling to climb back up, he prepared to let someone on board pull him up, but a gigantic flower-patterned triangular snake head suddenly appeared on top of the boat, scaring him so much that he clung tightly to the bow, not even daring to breathe.

  The big man who smashed the pottery, heard the alarm, and before he could turn his head, his neck was cool and he fell to the ground. In an instant, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his face turned black. On his neck artery, two wounds as thick as chopsticks were left behind. What's strange is that the blood flowing out of the wound had already scabbed over in just a few seconds, without even a single drop falling onto the wooden boat, and the color of the blood was black.

  It was almost in that split second, one person died, and the others had not yet reacted. They looked up to see that the flower-patterned snake had vanished. Several people took out their MP5s, ready to fire at the top of their heads. A huge snake head descended from the sky, its bloody mouth biting down on one person's skull like a demon devouring life.

  Before they could react, the snake-like figure coiled up and sprang back like a spring, taking the person it had bitten with it. In an instant, it vanished from sight. Less than a few seconds later, a loud crash was heard as a figure clad in black crashed into the rocky wall tens of meters away, its brains splattering everywhere, bones shattered, before crashing heavily into the river below.

  This was completely beyond Mutsuki's expectations, and almost under his eyelids, the striped snake took two lives in a flash, leaving them with no chance to even fight back.

  "Rustle, rustle, rustle", Tonzoku no Yasutsuna, Onimaru Kunitsuna, and Nenju Hōji Maru, three famous Japanese swords were drawn from their scabbards. Under the reflection of the lamp light, they shone with a snowy whiteness all around. Before ōtsuki could give an order, "Rat-a-tat-tat" a burst of MP5 gunfire rang out, firing at them from above, three submachine guns wildly spewing flames from their muzzles.

  In extreme fear, people rely most on the weapons in their hands, and this group of well-trained Japanese samurai is no exception. The MP5 has great power, but it also has a fatal problem: once you hold down the trigger, the bullets in the magazine will be fired out within half a minute at most. Now these three men are so tense that they don't even dare to stretch their fingers straight, only curling their fingers and sweeping the dark top with gunfire, until the gunshots simultaneously die out when preparing to change magazines.

  A thin tail, as thick as a small tree, struck through the air and hit two people's heads, "Ah!" Two miserable cries, "Splash" A sound, almost at the same time fell into the water, just fell beside old man Zhuo, facing the water motionless.

  The old man's trembling hands turned over the person's body, and in an instant, the river was stained with blood. Half of the person's face had already lost its human shape, enough to see how great the power of that blow was!

  This time down the well, two were bitten to death by insects, and four more were injured in a mysterious attack by a large snake. What made Wang Yue feel even more terrified was that he didn't even see his opponent's complete figure once. He had already started to go crazy, grabbing Qianxue's collar with one hand, the red rash on his face turned purple-black, and he gritted his teeth and asked: "Who exactly saw what?!"

  "Report to the master of the house, I saw a snake, a huge python with flower patterns!"

  A thousand snowflakes scattered as he gazed at the moon, waving his hand holding a Tōjinbō, roaring "You bastard! Come out! I'll kill you!"

  The old man saw clearly under the water, that giant triangular snake head and diamond-shaped pattern made him tremble with fear, and he said: "Mr. Wangyue, that is... that is the guardian deity of Qifeng Mountain, Qi Snake King..."

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