OBS Chapter 764: Tragic Scene in Blood Moon Fishing Village, Everyone’s Crisis is about to be resolved
Chapter 764: Tragic Scene in Blood Moon Fishing Village, Everyone’s Crisis is about to be resolved
The moment the blood moon completely jumped out of the clouds, the hairs on the back of An Qingyu's neck stood up.
"boom--"
The sound of the boat's bottom hitting the sand was muffled even more than thunder.
When she turned around, the fishing boat, which had been dyed dark red by the blood moon, had stopped at the shallows, with rotten fishing nets hanging from the side of the boat like a ball of black mud.
The figures stumbling on the deck finally became clear—they were the bodies of fishermen, some with their necks twisted into arches.
Some dug their hands into their eye sockets, and some even nailed themselves to the mast with harpoons, with fluorescent sea worms crawling in their wounds.
"Erzhuzi?" Old Li suddenly stumbled over, tears welling up in his cloudy eyes.
"That's my boy's blue shirt!"
An Qingyu looked in the direction of his finger and saw a young man in a blue cloth shirt curled up at the stern.
His face was buried in his arms, but when Lao Li rushed to the side of the boat, the young man suddenly looked up.
There was no focus in the gray pupils, and the corners of the mouth were stretched to the ears, revealing the back teeth stained red with blood——
It was Erzhuzi, the fisherman who had shown them the way three days ago.
"Father." Erzhuzi spoke, his voice like a rusty gear.
“He said the sea was warm, He said he would give me eyes…”
Tears were still hanging on Lao Li's face when Erzhuzi suddenly jumped up.
He flipped over the side of the boat more agilely than a wild beast, his nails leaving five bloody marks on the sand as he rushed straight to An Qingyu's throat.
An Qingyu instinctively leaned back, and his lower back hit the reef hard.
Erzhuzi's nails scraped across her earlobe, leaving a trail of blood.
What was even more dangerous was that the light of the blood moon was penetrating into her blood vessels through the wound.
She heard her heartbeat like a drum, and a sweet and fishy taste rose in her throat.
It was aroused violence, like a fire burning in his dantian, and he wanted to grab Erzhuzi's head and smash it to pieces on the reef.
"An Qingyu!"
Jiang Er's electronic voice exploded from the Bluetooth speaker, with the sharp noise of electricity stinging the eardrums.
An Qingyu bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the taste of rust exploded in his mouth. The irritability brought by the red moon instantly subsided.
When she raised her hand, the silver bell on her wrist rang suddenly, and black thorns sprang out from the ground like living things, binding Erzhuzi into a cocoon.
"Thank you." She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her voice hoarse.
The Bluetooth speaker vibrated twice: "Your pupils were as red as a blood moon just now.
The red moon's emotional impact is three times stronger than it was half an hour ago. I'm monitoring a 200% adrenaline surge."
An Qingyu squatted down and stared at Erzhuzi who was tied up by thorns.
He was still struggling, whimpering like a young animal in his throat, his nails scratching sparks on the thorns.
She noticed dark lines appearing on his neck - exactly the same as those on Chen Gou, arranged like octopus suckers, and shrinking as the blood moon moved.
"Lao Li, has Erzhuzi come into contact with anything unusual recently?" she turned around and asked.
The old farmer reached into Erzhuzi's blue shirt pocket with trembling hands and pulled out an oilcloth bag.
When unfolded, it turned out to be a shell with crooked symbols engraved on the surface, emitting a faint blue light under the blood moon.
"He said he found it in the cracks of the reef last month and it felt warm..." Old Li suddenly choked up and stared at Erzhuzi's gray eyes.
"Is this what killed him?"
An Qingyu didn't answer.
She touched the shell with her fingertips, and a cool feeling ran through her skin into her bones.
What's worse is that the light of the blood moon seems to be attracted by the shell, forming a small vortex above it.
She suddenly retracted her hand, and black thorns grew out of her sleeve, wrapping around the shell and crushing it into pieces.
"Try to use thorns to isolate the red moon." She whispered, and before she finished her words, a huge cocoon of inky black thorns rose up around her body.
Dark red blood beads oozed from the spikes, weaving into a dense web inside the cocoon.
But in just three seconds, the light of the blood moon penetrated the thorns like a sharp blade, cutting spider-web-like cracks on the cocoon wall.
"It's useless." Jiang Er's voice was unusually heavy.
"The power of the Red Moon suppresses you at the level of rules, just like... using ordinary iron to block a calamity."
An Qingyu took two steps back, his back resting on the cold reef.
She looked at the blood-red disk in the sky and suddenly remembered the ancient book she had read in the Demon Suppression Pavilion three days ago: "The blood moon appears, the dark sea opens, and the pollution from generations past becomes a tide."
At the time, she had thought it was just an exaggerated story, but now she understood that the so-called "intergenerational pollution" was actually a cursed time loop.
The pollution brought back by Chen Gou's father twenty years ago is now reflected through the light of the blood moon.
Twenty years later, following the bloodline and obsession, we can accurately trace back to the descendants of each polluted person.
"What shall we do?" she murmured to herself.
"We can't just wait for the blood moon to fall..."
"Unless someone can break the time loop." Jiang Er's electronic voice suddenly stopped.
"But in the existing texts of the Demon Suppression Bureau, there is no information about..."
"boom!"
A muffled sound interrupted the conversation.
An Qingyu turned around and saw Aunt Wang holding an axe and chopping at Mrs. Zhang under the old locust tree at the other end of the fishing village.
Aunt Wang's daughter-in-law went out to sea with Chen Gou's ship last month and has not returned. Aunt Zhang's son is Chen Gou's childhood friend.
Under the bloody moon, Aunt Wang's pupils were grayish white as she cried out, "Give me back my daughter!
It's your family's fault! "
Mrs. Zhang dodged the first knife and picked up the millstone beside her and smashed it over.
The moment the millstone hit Aunt Wang's knee, the sound of bones breaking mixed with screams pierced the night sky.
More villagers were alarmed and rushed out of their houses carrying harpoons and hoes.
Some people shouted "They brought the blood moon", others shouted "Sacrifice the foreigners to the sea".
The flash of knives and drops of blood splattered in the moonlight, and the branches and leaves of the old locust tree were soon covered with minced meat.
An Qingyu clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.
She wanted to rush over to stop them, but she caught a glimpse of the tied-up Erzhuzi out of the corner of her eye—his dark lines were spreading and had already climbed up his chin.
What made her even more depressed was that several dark shadows appeared on the horizon, which were more fishing boats.
The dark patterns on the sails connected together under the blood moon, looking like the tentacles of some giant creature.
"Jiang Er, contact Lin Qiye." She pulled off the headset. "Just say...just say you need those two monsters."
The Bluetooth speaker was silent for a moment: "Cao Yuan and Shen Qingzhu?
They said half an hour ago that they were going to check the well behind the village, and now the location shows..."
"No need for positioning." An Qingyu looked at the forest behind the village that was dyed red by the blood moon, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
“I know where they are.”
The sea breeze brought the smell of blood, and she heard the crisp sound of dislocated bones in the distance, as if some huge monster was waking up.
Erzhuzi suddenly stopped struggling, a trace of clarity flashed in his gray pupils, he looked at An Qingyu,
Say in a normal voice: "Sister... help me check on my mother, she has a heart disease..."
Before he finished speaking, dark lines had already covered his entire face.
He suddenly jumped up and the thorn ropes broke with a sound.
When An Qingyu swung his fist towards him, he caught a glimpse of two dark shadows breaking through the clouds in the forest behind the village.
One was wrapped in chains, the other held a demon-slaying sword, casting a shadow bigger than a mountain under the blood moon.
The dark shadow on the horizon was getting closer, and the dark patterns on the side of the ship began to wriggle, as if responding to the call of the blood moon.
An Qingyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at the two dark shadows, and whispered, "Here they come."