Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai was full of confusion. His frown was like frost that had not melted for thousands of years, and the deep wrinkles seemed to carry endless sorrow. His eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement, just like a traveler lost in the fog, eager to find a way out, but could not find the direction. His eyes blinked rapidly, and every blink seemed to carry a strong desire, trying to dispel the doubts in his heart that were as heavy as the fog and as complicated as the spider web. However, the doubts followed him like a shadow, tightly wrapped around him, making him feel extremely depressed.

He spoke slowly, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. The voice seemed to come from a faraway place, with a slightly ethereal feeling: "Where is the future going? I always feel that our future must be a broad road paved with sunshine. Deep in my heart, I have always firmly believed that we have the ability to create a better future, where there are no dark corners, but only endless hope and opportunities. The sunshine will surround us like a warm embrace, allowing us to bathe in happiness and peace." His words were full of longing for the future, but the confusion in his eyes made people feel that his confidence was not so firm.

The elder brother, however, was dismissive of this view. He shook his head slowly, and the movement was slow and heavy, as if carrying a huge force. There was a deep worry in his eyes, and that worry was as dark as the night, boundless, and made people feel depressed and suffocated. He said in a low voice: "Once the fact that you have the inheritance of the mysterious god is known to the world, you will be like the coveted Tang monk meat in the myth. People in the world will regard you as their prey, and they will wish to get a share of you. The power of the inheritance of the mysterious god is so strong that it is beyond imagination. It is like a bright star, exuding endless charm and temptation, enough to make countless people fall into madness. By then, you will face endless pursuit and countless dangers. The danger will follow you like a shadow, like a ghost in the dark, threatening your life at all times." The elder brother's words were like a basin of cold water, ruthlessly extinguishing the glimmer of hope that had just ignited in Wang Xunhai's heart.

When Wang Xunhai heard these words, his face turned extremely ugly in an instant. The confidence that was originally overflowing on his face was extinguished in an instant like a brilliant firework, leaving only a grayness. Fine beads of cold sweat slowly emerged on his forehead. The sweat beads were like crystal pearls, flashing on his forehead, but revealing a cold fear. It was not until this moment that he suddenly remembered this matter of life and death. His heart was instantly filled with regret and fear. He regretted why he had not noticed this problem earlier. The regret was like a poisonous snake, biting his heart fiercely and making him miserable. The fear of all kinds of terrible dangers that might be encountered in the future was like a surging wave, constantly impacting his mental defenses and almost making him collapse.

Wang Xunhai's body trembled involuntarily, and the trembling was like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, so helpless and fragile. There was also a trace of panic in his voice, and the sound was like the wail of a wounded beast: "The King of Chu is dead, and it should be impossible for anyone to leak this news." There was a faint hope in his eyes, and that hope was like a candlelight in the darkness. Although it was weak, he was extremely eager that his idea was correct, and hoped that this news could be buried in the darkness forever and unknown to the world. That hope was the last bit of warmth in his heart. He held on to this warmth tightly, as if he had grabbed the last straw of life and was unwilling to let go.

The elder brother's face was grim, and his expression was like an iceberg that never melted, which made people shudder. He said in a tone as cold as ice: "I don't think so. Maybe other people have already known the news. Wang Xunhai, you spread the news too widely. This news can never be concealed for a long time. It is not sooner or later, but it is possible to be widely spread at any time. We must abandon all unrealistic fantasies and be prepared to fight with all our strength. This world is extremely cruel. It is like a huge whirlpool. Once you fall into it, it is difficult to extricate yourself. We must not take chances. Only by maintaining a high degree of vigilance at all times can we find a glimmer of hope when the crisis comes. That vigilance is like a shield in the hands of a soldier. It is the guarantee of our survival in this cruel world." The elder brother's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Wang Xunhai's heart hard, making him feel more uneasy and fearful.

Just as Wang Xunhai was in a state of panic and helplessness, two red figures like flames landed in the forest at a speed like meteors. The speed was so fast that people only felt a flash of red light before their eyes. In an instant, the air around them seemed to be ignited and became extremely hot. The hot breath spread, making people feel as if they were in a furnace. The leaves were rustled by the heat wave, and the sound was like countless insects chirping in their ears, making people feel upset.

The two figures were the Purple Vermilion Bird and Madam Feng. The Purple Vermilion Bird walked forward, complaining: "What kind of awful place are you looking for? We've been so exhausted, searching so hard and almost missed you. We have something very important to tell you! This place is too remote, surrounded by dense forests that are almost impenetrable. The forest is like a green barrier that isolates this place from the outside world. The road is even more rugged and difficult to walk on, with large and small stones and potholes on the ground. We have to go to the mountains every day to find the place. We had to be very careful with every step we took, fearing that we would fall down if we were not careful. We had finally found this place after much effort. We had gone through so many hardships and difficulties along the way. The winding path was like a cunning snake, constantly trying to trip us up. The thorns on the roadside were like vicious demons, stretching out sharp thorns from time to time to scratch our skin. And the mosquitoes flying all over the sky were like annoying little demons, constantly buzzing in our ears, making us upset. We were really fed up! "

It's so annoying.

Emotions are like a mess.