The Chainsaw Man, but the Darkin Sword Demon

"...?" For a moment, Mu Bai wondered if he heard it wrong.

"Walk across the bottom of the sea." Mazima smiled, "In this way, we can probably avoid the detection of the American military—even if we are noticed, there is a high probability that we will be regarded as some kind of deep-sea fish that is not worth paying attention to." Bar."

"It's a bit of a heaven-defying idea." Mu Bai's first reaction was to deny it, but after thinking about it, he felt that it seemed feasible. "I should be able to walk directly from the bottom of the sea, it just takes a little more time, but what are you going to do?"

Although Machima's physical fitness is far superior to that of normal humans, theoretically, she cannot be active for too long without complete oxygen deprivation—even the pressure of deep sea water can crush her.

After all, her physical strength can't even resist ordinary pistol bullets, so it's a bit too reluctant to forcibly resist the pressure of deep sea water.

"I'll just go with you." Mazima smiled, "I can continuously compress the air in the water to achieve the effect of decompression, barely being crushed by the water pressure."

"Then how to solve breathing?"

"Not resolved."

"Ok?"

"You take me away, try to go as fast as possible to save a few citizens from being sacrificed."

"Oh..." Hearing this, Mu Bai understood.

Maqima wanted to rely on her life to pass - she could hold her breath for several minutes or even ten minutes at a time, and as long as she walked faster, she could save a few "resurrection coins".

With this method, in fact, she can even ignore the water pressure - anyway, even if she is crushed by the water pressure and squeezed into meat paste, she can still regenerate normally.

It's just that she wants to be decent. After all, it doesn't sound good to be squeezed into a meat paste by water pressure, and it can save a few resurrection coins.

"Okay, then just be a deep-sea explorer." Mu Bai stretched his shoulders and waist a little, "When I get to America, I must write a book called "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea."

"Then I'll write My Treasure from the Deep," Mazima said in a rare joke—or maybe not.

Mu Bai shrugged, ready to start undressing.

It was at this time that he suddenly discovered that Maqima was not wearing a police uniform today—she was wearing a very loose casual outfit, and a black smear could be vaguely seen inside, probably underwear or something.

He quickly took off a pair of pants.

And Mazima finally took off the outer layer of clothing slowly under his gaze.

Inside... is a swimsuit - it seems that she has already figured out how to go to America.

To be honest, it was the first time Mubai saw Maqima wearing clothes other than the police uniform.

Her skin is really beautiful, very white, smooth and delicate; her legs are long and full, and her jade feet are just the right size; her breasts are full enough, but not bloated because they are too big.Every inch of her skin and every ounce of flesh is grown just right, any more or less will affect the appearance.

She seemed to grow out of the most perfect mold in the world.

At this time, she was wearing a black bikini swimsuit, which added a bit of temptation to her.

"Do you want to hug me or carry me?" She opened her arms like a little girlfriend begging for a hug.

"I can do either..." Mu Bai scratched his head, "Which posture do you want to use?"

"Which position do you think is more comfortable?"

"Should be about the same?"

"Then carry me behind your back."

Maqima went around behind the opponent, and then jumped up and hugged her.

It was the first time for Mubai to do such an intimate act with the opposite sex other than Pava.

And the object of intimacy is still such a beautiful Makima.

He could clearly feel the softness on his back and the warm breath in his ears.

With the most beautiful woman in the world on his back, he took the first step gently.

He already felt the coldness of the sea water.

"It looks like the luggage I've brought is going to waste."

"It's okay, I'll buy you a new one when we get there." Mazima smiled, "I'll buy you whatever you want, Xiaobai."

"Oh..." Mu Bai continued to move forward, half of his body was already submerged in the water.

Maqima's jade feet were also stained with sea water, but they looked even more...astringent.

Mubai's body gradually developed a darkin carapace.

Mazima's soft body was a little uncomfortable, but she felt fine.

Before fully submerging in seawater, she suddenly asked a very strange question:

"Xiaobai, do you want to study?"

"You mean going to school to study?" Mu Bai asked back.

"Yes."

"To be honest, I don't want to—I'm too lazy to deal with others. Anyway, if I want to learn something, it's the same for me to read and study by myself, and it's even more efficient."

"And what if it's a mission?"

"Please allow me to refuse to perform the task."

"The salary is paid normally on a monthly basis, plus an additional subsidy of 1 yen per day."

"In fact, I have always longed for the palace of knowledge, but I didn't have the opportunity to go to school before."

"Okay." Machima nodded with a smile.

Then, she experienced the feeling of suffocation.

Submarine small column, set off...

Chapter 3 San Francisco Urban Legends!Horror の submarine small column!

On the first morning when the submarine small column set off, Maqima drowned about ten times, without screaming or incontinence, and walked very peacefully.

(For the ad-free version, please enter the inner group) I drowned eight times in the afternoon, and two of them frowned slightly before dying, looking a little uncomfortable.

The exact number of deaths during the night is unknown, one of which recovered slowly.

Six deaths the next morning...

............

......

At first, Mubai cared about whether Maqima was still alive, but then he didn't bother to care about it after seeing too much later——Anyway, if he can be resurrected, he will die if he dies.

Anyway, the bottom of the sea is so cold, the feeling of carrying a living person on your back is no different from carrying a dead person on your back.

It’s just that the feeling of walking underwater is really uncomfortable. Not to mention the speed is several times slower, and you can’t eat anything delicious—don’t think about Coke or something, you can only grab some deep-sea fish every day. eat.

But should I say it or not, although the deep-sea fish looks ugly, it still tastes pretty good, and there are almost no small thorns, and it will not catch your throat if you eat it raw.

Eating fish without choking your throat, it feels as comfortable as the old school trying electronic cigarettes of the reformation school without choking your throat.

The only downside is that you will inevitably drink a few mouthfuls of seawater when eating, which is very salty.

But I heard that human urine is also salty?Maybe it wasn't sea water, but Miss Marchma's love juice?

Thinking about it this way, the meal was not so difficult to swallow.

............

......

Mubai walked in the sea for a long time, and Miss Maqima died in the sea again and again.

At 21:00 at night, San Francisco, USA.

In a tavern by the sea.

This tavern named "Sunset Liquor" is a bit old, and the business is exaggerated. It is obviously the peak drinking season, but the tavern only has a few customers, and the list is very small. How much profit does it bring.

The only good news is that the bartender in this tavern is the owner himself, and the house is also his, so there is no need to pay extra wages or rent for the workers. Can maintain the normal operation of the tavern.

Of course, every tavern owner hopes that his tavern business will be better, and he, Old John, is no exception-if it is too bad, he will not be able to make enough money to provide a better life for his good daughter.

For his daughter, his old John has been working hard.

For example, now, in order to improve the drinking interest of the guests, he did not hesitate to spend a few days studying a book called "Cthulhu", and then split the stories in it to the guests:

"Ahem, what we are going to tell today is a story about the deep sea and death, a story that really happened..."

"Our dear hero is named 'Deep One'..."

"It is rumored that its body is a kind of grayish green. Although its belly is white, most of its body is smooth and smooth, but there are high scaled ridges on its back. Its body has vague features of human form, and its head But fishy, ​​with huge, protruding eyeballs that never close. On both sides of the neck, there are constantly quivering gills, and long hands and feet are webbed. It always jumps forward chaotically, Sometimes on its hind legs, sometimes on all fours... Its hoarse, high-pitched guttural voice... conveys all dark emotions that its face cannot express..."

Old John's eloquent description attracted frequent attention from the drinkers, and even two guests who had finished their drinks and were about to leave chose to refill a glass in order to listen to the story.

"Deep divers can give birth to hybrid offspring with humans. After the birth of humans who inherit the blood of the "deep divers", although their appearance is the same as that of ordinary people for a certain period of time, it may be due to contact with the same race or extreme extremes. Factors such as pressure caused the rapid change in appearance to become the unique frog-like appearance of the "deep diver" known as the "Innsmouth look"..."

"Different people change at different speeds, and some people have no abnormalities throughout their lives. If the transformation is completed, this hybrid will enter the water from the bay and other waters and join the group of deep divers. Due to the characteristic of immortality, the descendants of deep divers may see Their distant ancestors..."

"So, in fact, there are hidden deep divers around us who have not yet completed their transformation... They are hidden in the wet port, in the dark alley, and even in this tavern..."

"It could be the coworker you work with, the partner you sleep with, or even the friend you're drinking with right now..."

Old John's voice became lower and lower, and the atmosphere in the tavern was about to reach its peak.

He was going to come to Boda in one breath—to frighten the guests by yelling suddenly, and push the atmosphere in the tavern to its climax.

But just as he was holding his breath and was about to shout, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open.

Jingling bells~ The bell hanging on the doorknob made a crisp sound, and all the breath that Old John was holding collapsed.

The terrifying atmosphere in the tavern dissipated immediately, and the drinkers chatted again. The few guests who were about to leave just now also packed their things and left.

"My God..." Old John sighed, and looked at the new guest with displeasure.

But that one glance made him feel the fear in the hearts of the drinkers just now.

Because he saw a strange man who was covered in water, his body was a little swollen, and there were pieces of seaweed hanging on his head and shoulders, as if he just got up from the sea...

He was naked, without any clothes on, and every step he took would leave a wet footprint on the floor, giving people the feeling that a sunken corpse had crawled ashore.

"Give me..." the man said, his voice hoarse, as if he were scratching the glass with a sharp stone.

"What... what...?" Old John was so frightened that he subconsciously took half a step back, and the other drinkers also cast half-curious and half-horrified eyes.

They just heard from Old John that the so-called "Deep Diver" had a gem, which was later stolen by unknown sailors, and the "Deep Diver" was looking for that gem—even if it killed everyone it met ...

"I said...give me..." The strange man's voice was still hoarse and terrifying.

"What for you...?" Although Old John was afraid, he still quietly held the harpoon hidden under the counter.

"Clothes..." The strange man looked around the tavern for a week, "I need... two sets of clothes..."

"Ah?" Upon hearing this demand, Old John was no longer afraid.

He took out a flashlight from under the counter and unceremoniously shone it on the other party's unclear face.

Then he saw a dirty, Asian face.

This verified the conjecture in his heart.

"Where is the stinking beggar? Get out of here! Get out! Before I kick your ass until it's as swollen as your stinky face!"

"..." Mu Bai silently pulled off the water plants on top of his head, and then wiped the spittle on his face with water plants.

After finishing all this, he raised his hand towards the outside of the house amidst ridicule.

"The sword is coming..."

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Five minutes later, Mu Bai, who was wearing a denim jacket, returned to the seaside with a cool set of women's clothing.

This dress belonged to the tavernkeeper's daughter. It was a bit small for Machima, but it was barely enough.

Machima's bikini swimsuit was bitten by some deep-sea fish during the underwater journey, and it is difficult to move without getting a suit for her to wear.

But... she is a bit...

First of all, the lower body didn't fit well. A pair of denim shorts was worn by her abruptly, giving the feeling of being fat at the corners, and her two long legs were almost completely exposed.