The flow of young people's singing and drinking water

Chapter 217
"Moli!" Yang Ming and Mu Chunfeng looked at each other: "It seems that the Moli sword is named after the ship's number."

"Sir, this ship doesn't seem to be a ship from Beili!" Mu Chunfeng, who had been in the dark for a long time, had improved his night vision ability and could roughly judge the long ship through its outline.

"Isn't it Beili's ship?" Yang Ming turned to look at Mu Chunfeng: "Mr. Mu, what did you see?"

"Sir, I can only see the outline of the ship, and I don't know the details. But judging from the outline, this is definitely not the shape of a Beili or Nanjue ship. Mu has never seen a ship like this. "Mu Chunfeng said.

Yang Ming waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "This ship is already mysterious, so why not add a layer of mystery to it. Let's go and unveil it. I want to see what's inside."

After saying that, Yang Ming grabbed Mu Chunfeng and jumped onto the base board.

"Mr. Mu, watch my steps clearly and try to walk behind me." Pointing to the deck under his feet, Yang Ming said: "This deck is made of wood. After being soaked in such a humid environment for so many years, the wood has long rotted. If you miss the mark, you may be in trouble."

Yang Ming reminded.

"Okay." Mu Chunfeng said, cupping his hands.

With a click, as soon as Yang Ming took a step, the lampstands around the boat suddenly lit up with fire.

"Huh?" Yang Ming frowned, as if there was some mechanism on the ship.

"Sir, what is going on?" Mu Chunfeng had never seen such a situation before. As a young man from a wealthy family, he felt a little scared at this moment.

Yang Ming glanced at the terrified Mu Chunfeng, and said calmly, "Young Master Mu, don't be nervous, this should be just a trick."

Mu Chunfeng nodded dullly: "Sir, be careful."

Yang Ming walked slowly to the cabin. With a "squeak" sound, Yang Ming slowly pushed open the cabin door.A smell of rotting dead wood filled the nostrils.

"It seems to be mixed with other flavors." After sniffing carefully, Yang Ming said.

"There shouldn't be any danger inside. Mr. Mu, please come in." Yang Ming said calmly.

"Sir, I'm coming right away!" In response, Mu Chunfeng quickly followed.

On both sides of the passage in the cabin, as Yang Ming and Mu Chunfeng gradually went deeper, fire gradually lit up on both sides.

"What is going on?" Facing the sudden light of fire, Mu Chunfeng was a little stunned.Originally, he thought it was just the ones outside the cabin, but he didn't expect there were more inside.

Yang Ming couldn't explain this situation.The temperature around here is still relatively high, far exceeding human body temperature.If it were white phosphorus, it would probably keep burning.But only when people enter, the surrounding candles will light up. This is impossible to explain at all, more like
"Voice-controlled light?" Yang Ming murmured.

"What is this?" Mu Chunfeng had never heard of this term, so he asked quickly.

Yang Ming slowly explained: "The so-called voice-controlled light is a light that only lights up when it encounters sound. However, this shouldn't exist."

Yang Ming was puzzled. He looked at the surrounding walls, then shook his head and thought: "No, there are no wires here. It can't be a voice-activated light."

"Sir, sir!" Mu Chunfeng pulled Yang Ming's sleeve: "It's so foggy around here."

Yang Ming came back to his senses and looked around quickly.There is a thin film on one arm in front of him, which is really a barrier formed by his true energy to isolate the surroundings.At this moment, there was a layer of oil mist attached to the outside of the barrier.

"The air here is not clean, there seems to be something there." Yang Ming frowned slightly, then pulled out the Moli knife and stretched it out of the barrier.

After a while, Yang Ming slowly took back the Moli knife.He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped all the dirt off the blade. "Mr. Mu, look at what this is." Yang Ming handed the handkerchief to Mu Chunfeng. He had quite a lot of pharmacological knowledge and should be able to understand it.

Mu Chunfeng did not dare to smell it directly, but took out a silver needle from his arms and rubbed it on it.

After a while, there was no change on the silver needle, and he immediately made a conclusion: "Sir, this is probably not poison."

Yang Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Mr. Mu, you are really arbitrary. Silver needles cannot detect all poisons in the world, such as the poison in apple cores."

"Sir, you really know how to joke." Mu Chunfeng shook his head: "The apple core is poisonous, so don't lie to Mu."

Yang Ming wiped his hands on the rag, "It's really oil, but it's oil made from fat." He put his fingers to his nose and smelled: "It still has a bit of fragrance."

Mu Chunfeng also smelled it, and suddenly, bursts of wailing sounded in his mind. "Ah~" He yelled, covering his head with both hands, half-kneeling on the ground, and the luminous pearl in his hand fell to the ground inadvertently.

"What's going on!" Yang Ming was startled and quickly leaned over to check Mu Chunfeng's condition.

Just as Lu Yu and the old man said, Mu Chunfeng's emotions were on the verge of collapse.

"Sir, I have that kind of voice in my head." He said heartbreakingly: "And it's so loud and uncomfortable."

"I have a poison on my hand that can relieve your pain, but if you take too much, you will become addicted, and it will be hard for the gods to save you." Yang Ming frowned, and he slowly took out a piece of white powder from his arms.

"What kind of medicine is this?" Mu Chunfeng said with difficulty.

"Painkillers can relieve your pain." Yang Ming said, "Those oils may have a neurotoxin, just like eating poisonous mushrooms."

"Ah~" Mu Chunfeng yelled: "Sir, help me quickly!"

Yang Ming picked up a handful of powder and covered Mu Chunfeng's mouth and nose, "Suck it in, quickly!"

Mu Chunfeng heard the instructions and took a deep breath.Just a moment later, Mu Chunfeng's expression became much calmer. His eyes were blurry, and with the last bit of energy, he said intermittently: "Sir, please."

Yang Ming quickly crossed his legs and placed his hands behind Mu Chunfeng's back, channeling his own internal energy into Mu Chunfeng's body, intending to force out what was inside him.

"Fortunately, I learned this detoxification method from Hua Jin in advance. If it doesn't work, I won't be able to do anything." Yang Ming's heart tightened. He didn't expect that after being on guard for so long, he was still careless.

Then the internal force entered Mu Chunfeng's body, and he finally had some reaction.

"Ahem." Mu Chunfeng spit something out of his mouth.

"It works." Yang Ming was delighted and slightly increased the intensity of the Qi delivery. "It's like gastric lavage. It should be better if you spit it out?"

Yang Ming was not sure whether he could come back or not.

As Mu Chunfeng spat out his last breath, his figure fell down.

"Huh?" Yang Ming quickly checked his pulse.He didn't understand pulse at all. As long as his pulse jumped to the same indicator as Blue Star within one minute, then at least there wouldn't be a big problem.

"Huh~" Seeing that there was no problem with his pulse, Yang Ming let out a long breath.

(End of this chapter)