allonlinenovel Chapter 289 Pheasant Neck
Chapter 289 Pheasant Neck
Zhang Qiling was agile, and even though the sandstone was brittle after being eroded by the wind, he still managed to climb to the top in no time.
After observing the surroundings from above, Zhang Qiling leaped down the high sandstone cliff, using a moment of leverage to land steadily on the ground.
"What's the situation around here?"
Arriving in front of Zhang Qiling, Cheng Feng asked.
Zhang Qiling pointed to the left and said, "There's a sunken ship over there."
Huo Ling and Chen Wenjin could not hide their doubts.
Where would a shipwreck come from in the desert?
Faced with Huo Ling's question, Zhang Qiling reverted to his usual taciturn self, simply standing there silently.
"Just go and see for yourself, you don't expect him to give you a long-winded explanation!"
Helpless, Cheng Feng gently pushed Huo Ling's back, and Huo Ling could only pout and follow behind Cheng Feng.
The group of five then wandered through the Devil City in the direction pointed out by Zhang Qiling.
The journey was full of ups and downs; you'd just come out of one ditch and then have to climb another slope.
There were also dilapidated ancient buildings blocking the way, so you had to climb over walls from time to time.
After passing a relatively well-preserved building ruin, a huge desert ship came into view.
This is a typical three-masted ship, over sixty meters long, over twenty meters wide, and as tall as a dozen stories.
The boat was dilapidated, its hull covered in dark red dots, and its worn-out fishing nets and ropes were stained with blood.
"Boss, what should we say?"
After examining the large ship in the desert for a while, Black Bear asked a question.
"The ship is well-preserved. I'd like to take it back and keep it for fun when I have nothing to do."
Cheng Feng's words almost made Hei Xiazi choke on his own saliva. After coughing twice, Hei Xiazi gave a thumbs up.
Zhang Qiling also looked at Cheng Feng with surprise, even though he had lost a lot of his memories.
But he was absolutely certain that even if he remembered everything, he probably would never have seen such an unusual person.
"Honey, you were serious when you said that back in Gutongjing!"
Huo Ling and Chen Wenjin both recalled what Cheng Feng had said when he took away Gutongjing.
I want to move a tomb home and explore it slowly when I have nothing to do.
Now this ship is under surveillance, and judging from its size, it's actually large enough to build a mausoleum the same size as the underwater tomb in the Xisha Islands.
"Of course I'm serious. I won't go on this ship for now. I'll pack it up and take it with me tonight."
Hei Xiazi shrugged, then consciously opened his backpack and began to set up the tent.
The light rain was drizzling, and Cheng Feng and his two companions were completely dry, their clothes not wet at all.
He and Zhang Qiling were like children raised by a stepmother, both as innocent as if they had just been pulled out of the water.
So setting up a tent to take shelter from the rain is the most important thing to do.
After everyone had set up camp, Cheng Feng mercifully waved to the two of them.
A wisp of water vapor detached from the two of them and eventually gathered in Cheng Feng's hand.
The two then realized that the image of being drenched was an illusion; they were actually dry, and their skin was even a little chapped.
"Boss, how about we go back and build a temple? We should move the fat monk down and then you can sit on it."
"Hei Xiazi sighed with genuine emotion."
"Get lost! Don't you understand that you're not allowed to promote feudal superstition?"
Too lazy to pay attention to the eccentric blind man, Cheng Feng turned and walked towards the tent.
"I'm serious, boss! I'll pay for your statue to be gilded, with real gold and silver!"
Unfortunately, Cheng Feng entered the tent without hesitation, and Hei Xiazi turned to look at Zhang Qiling.
"Zhang the Dumb, do you want to invest?"
"No money."
After uttering those two words, Zhang Qiling turned and walked into the rain, his clothes, which he had just dried, getting soaked again.
Hei Xiazi raised an eyebrow as he looked in the direction Zhang Qiling was heading.
"The mute Zhang is quite curious."
Zhang Qiling headed in the direction of that large ship, and then Hei Xiazi glanced at Cheng Feng's tent.
Seeing that there was no movement, Black Bear stretched and went back to his tent to rest.
"Old Cheng, Zhang Qiling went to the big ship by himself, aren't you going to stop him?"
Sitting in front of the portable stove in the tent, Chen Wenjin asked casually.
Cheng Feng poured himself a glass of hot water and said lazily:
"Why should I stop him? Zhang Qiling doesn't take my treasures, and he doesn't have the habit of damaging tombs. At worst, he can just kill some props. There's no need to make things difficult for him."
Just as Cheng Feng said, Zhang Qiling silently slipped into the large ship.
After a while, it jumped out of its original spot.
As night fell, the desert began to grow cold and damp; the temperature difference between day and night was extreme in this place.
The two women shivered as soon as they stepped out of the tent.
"Hurry up, it's getting a bit chilly outside."
"You knew it was cold, yet you still came out."
Despite his words, Cheng Feng immediately opened his Boundless Demon Eyes, and the power of banishment instantly covered the entire ship.
In the blink of an eye, the large ship in front of them mysteriously vanished from its spot, leaving only the trace of its hull.
After yawning, Cheng Feng turned around and went back to the tent with the three women.
Beside him, Zhang Qiling sat at the tent entrance, gazing at the spot where the large ship had disappeared, remaining motionless for a long time.
"Don't look at Zhang the Dumb, the heat from the tent is all gone with the tent open."
Although Zhang Qiling is not a talkative person, he still listens to what others say.
Coming to his senses, Zhang Qiling silently pulled up the tent, blocking out the light drizzle.
At night, Cheng Feng rolled over and threw a water balloon across the tent to the other side.
The two, who had been resting with their eyes closed, suddenly got up.
They then tacitly picked up their respective weapons.
After opening the tent, Hei Xiazi flashed his knife and instantly severed the snake's head from the neck of a half-meter-long pheasant.
Zhang Qiling drew the Black Gold Ancient Blade, the heavy meteorite iron blade feeling as if it were nothing in his hand.
Several pheasant necks sprang up from the shadows, each aimed at Zhang Qiling's vital points.
But Zhang Qiling remained unmoved. In the blink of an eye, he raised his knife and cut down every snake that tried to bite him.
Black Bear kept dodging and weaving; his vision was better in the darkness, allowing him to spot safe positions.
And by moving around little by little, they weakened the pursuing swarm of snakes.
"Boss...boss...boss..."
A strange, hoarse shout came from beside Cheng Feng's tent.
Both Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qiling were momentarily distracted and began to retreat under the siege of the snakes.
"Disturbing my peaceful sleep late at night."
"I'm not happy about the tent's mileage," said Feng.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a large number of black venomous snakes with red stripes fell from mid-air.
Once on the ground, the black snakes began to frantically attack the necks of the pheasants nearby.
Especially the snake next to Cheng Feng's tent that mimicked human speech; almost its entire body was bitten with teeth marks.
The other snakes didn't say anything, but this one stood out, so Cheng Feng naturally had to give it special attention.
Under the relentless onslaught of the Pure Vision Agama, the pheasant neck began to falter.
Their numbers are dwindling, while the numbers of those in the Pure Vision Agama are increasing. With this ebb and flow, even the pheasant's neck can't hold up anymore.