"Mute, I know you can't bear to leave me, a blind man!" Black Blind Man said with a smile while attacking.

At this moment, Zhang Qilin had already drawn out the ancient black-gold sword, with the dark black behind him and the torrential rain as his accompaniment. He held the sword firmly and walked towards Hei Xiazi. A flash of lightning split the sky in two, coating Zhang Qilin's figure with a layer of white.

"He is like a banished immortal, who was brought into the worldly dust because of us." Bai Ran was drunk once and when asked by everyone, he blurted out the reason why he followed Zhang Qilin. What Bai Ran said seemed to be right, Hei Xiazi thought in a daze.

"Bang!" The sound of the ancient black gold knife cutting the tentacles that were still trying to move forward brought Hei Xiazi back to his senses. He looked at Zhang Qilin fighting against the tentacles, and he also exerted force to stand on the rope again.

The tacit understanding between the two centenarians was fully demonstrated at this moment. Zhang Qilin was the main force, and Hei Xiazi was the finishing blow, standing on the rope from time to time to lend Zhang Qilin leverage.

The tentacles could barely hold out against a centenarian, let alone two centenarians. After a while, the tentacles could only return to their ghost ship. Standing on the ropes, Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qilin looked at each other. Now was not the time to get entangled in these things. They quickly moved towards the fishing boat on the ropes.

The moment Hei Xia Zi stepped onto the fishing boat, Zhang Qilin cut the rope with the black gold ancient knife.

Without any attachments, the ghost ship naturally drifted with the strong wind.

Hei Xiazi took a breath and saw Wu Xie running over in a hurry. He first ran to Zhang Qilin's side, took a look, and then asked, "Brother, are you okay?" Zhang Qilin calmly put away the knife, faced Wu Xie's concern, shook his head, and then walked towards the cabin.

Wu Xie then looked up at Hei Xia Zi who was standing by the boat, pursed his lips, and finally asked, "Are you okay?" After all, Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qilin were entangled by the monster just to save him.

Hei Xiazi was a little surprised, but he still smiled and waved his hands, saying, "It's okay, Master Hei, I'm lucky!" Then he also walked towards the cabin.

Wu Xie stood there, watching the ghost ship going away, not knowing what he was thinking. It was not until Fatty Wang called him back to his senses, "Tian Zhen, what are you looking at? Come in and change your clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold!"

"Here they come!" Wuxie retracted his gaze, turned towards the cabin, and walked towards it.

After entering the cabin, everyone changed their clothes, took a hot bath, had a meal, and then went back to their own rooms.

Wuxie looked at the notes in his hand, and Bai Ran’s previous words suddenly flashed into his mind.

Sure enough, Uncle San was planning something. It seemed that Zhang Qilin was also a participant, otherwise, why did Chen Wenjin only give his notes to himself?

Moreover, Zhang Qilin and this Hei Xiazi don’t seem to want anything to happen to themselves. Is it because of this plan or because of something else?

Why did Zhang Qilin frown even more deeply when he asked about Bai Ran's whereabouts during the day?

Why are all the blind people from the south and the dumb people from the north coming here for just one ancient tomb in the Xisha Islands?

If Aning did not lie, and it was Nan Xia Bei Ya who came to them on their own initiative, then is there something in the Xisha Ancient Tomb that they need, and is it related to Bai Ran?

In this world, ignorance is a sin...

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