Starting from the recovery of Shanhaijing

Chapter 362 Choice
Stayed in the cab for a while.

Yan Jing saw many people approaching the stern.

Standing behind the door of the pilothouse and looking at the situation at the stern, it seemed that something had been fished out of the sea. Immediately afterwards, the crowd made some noise, and some people stepped back and whispered to each other.

It wasn't until Uncle Zheng yelled a few words that he stabilized.

What happened outside?
Not long after, the whole ship suddenly sluggish.

The hull submerged in the wind and rain stopped moving forward, and then the city was ups and downs in the increasingly manic wind and waves.

Soon the crew came to inform the two people in the cab,
"The propeller at the stern was stuck by something and it broke down. We can't go to other places tonight. The captain said to stop the ship first and sort out the cargo on the deck."

"clear."

Lao Du stopped the boat with ease, and immediately spat in a low voice,

"It's a fucking evil door. First you catch a little devil, and then the boat stops again. Nothing will happen, right?"

"Catch what?"

Yan Jing at the side didn't hear clearly, and couldn't help asking.

"Corpse, a corpse of a little devil with an ancient armor on the outside, you just stay here, don't ask too much, save yourself from vomiting when the time comes, and I have to take care of you, I don't have that much time to worry about. "

To explain casually, Lao Du obviously looked down on Yan Jing, so he didn't want to say more.

However, before the outside matters were resolved, several crew members who went to the deck to carry the cargo suddenly screamed.

Yan Jing, who was already a little sensitive, got up in a hurry, and saw a large piece of dark green seaweed crawling up along the ship's side, interlocking with each other to form a net bag, and the other end was submerged in the sea water, and with the rising of these seaweed, there were also clinging to the The horrible corpses above!
Wearing tattered armor full of sores, they either carried rusty long knives in their hands, or were simply empty-handed, but with a mouth full of shark-like triangular teeth, they rushed towards the crew on the deck.

"Monster! There are monsters!"

Yan Jing couldn't help exclaiming, her heart was beating extremely fast, and her legs were trembling uncontrollably.

He saw Zheng Shu holding a harpoon in his hand and leading the team to entangle with the monsters. At first, he had a slight advantage, but corpses continued to climb up the vine nets on both sides of the ship's side.

Soon some crew members were thrown to the ground, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

In the final analysis, everyone is just an ordinary person working at sea. Although Captain Zheng is tough, he is not young, so it is obviously impossible to take care of all aspects.

Seeing that the situation was about to collapse, Yan Jing only heard someone shouting outside,

"Oil! Get the oil out immediately, we have to burn these rattan nets!"

If he remembered correctly, there were two barrels of oil on the right side of the cab. When he looked up, he saw two red fuel tanks stacked together.

"Uncle Du, let's quickly send the fuel tank out to them, it's almost too late outside."

Yan Jing got up subconsciously, but he stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation, because he saw that Uncle Du beside him had left his position, and found a bunch of familiar keys from the cabinet next to him.

That seemed to be the key to the escape boat.

The wind and rain outside the cab suddenly became violent, and the wind and rain beat on the windows, and the shouts on the deck became more urgent, occasionally mixed with the screams of the crew and the sound of falling into the water.

"Boy, don't blame me for not reminding you, the outside will definitely not be able to defend, follow me now, with the people on the deck dragging us, we should be able to escape smoothly, staying here will only become food for those monsters outside. "

Lao Du walked to the door of the cabin, shaking the key in his hand, it was the hope of escape.

The oil barrels needed by the crew on the deck are in the corner behind Yan Jing.

Go forward, abandon ship and escape.

Go backwards, lift oil to save people.

After a brief silence, Yan Jing got up suddenly, and walked a few steps forward with a pale face.

Old Du was leaning against the door frame, still shaking the key in his hand, but his eyes were indifferent.

But in the next second, Yan Jing grabbed the key in Lao Du's hand. Before the latter could speak, he saw him throw the key directly to the deck.

"Are you crazy, how can you escape without a key?"

"Uncle Du, I think it's just the two of us, and we can't even drive that speedboat away. Why don't we go down and fight with Uncle Zheng and the others? If we can't, how about we run away?"

Turning around and going back to grab a barrel of oil, Yan Jing's lips were trembling, and she couldn't speak well, but she hugged the oil barrel tightly in her arms, and rushed outward, while not forgetting to remind Lao Du,

"There's still one barrel of oil left, so it's going to go down anyway, why don't you carry a barrel too?"

The moment she stepped out the door, Yan Jing's figure froze suddenly, and her eyes suddenly became clear.

There was also a smile on his face.

Under the premise of not changing the course of the matter, being disturbed by emotions and desires, one faces the choice in another state.

This is the test of Hades.

Yan Jing undoubtedly made the right choice, and this is just the beginning.

The moment his sanity returned, the cockpit behind him melted into a mess of chaotic colors like an oil painting soaked in water.

The wind and rain outside stopped abruptly, replaced by a ray of sunshine falling from the sky.

A large piece of forest rose up beside Yan Jing, and after a while, it formed a dense forest and dozens of martial arts knights in different costumes scattered in ambush.

Yan Jing was in it, and everything she experienced just now seemed to be completely forgotten.

I only heard someone shouting in the forest,
"The sound of horseshoes is very close, at most half a stick of incense, everyone prepares their own!"

That's right, this is exactly the scene at the beginning of Yan Jing's first single-person alien event.

Without exception, the scenes constructed in Hades come from the memories of the subjects.

Only in this way can the truest thoughts and emotions in their hearts be stimulated.

This time, the choice that Yan Jing has to face is whether to save someone under the iron hoof of the Nightmare rider under the premise that he may lose an arm, or let his companion be trampled to death by the Nightmare Knight in order to keep his arm.

Unsurprisingly the choice is correct.

You must know that the Underworld set up this heart-knocking pass to test a person who is about to become a gold medal patrol, which means that the checkpoints will all be biased towards the duties of a patrol without exception.

It happened that Yan Jing was an exception!

As a testee who sneaked in, Yan Jing should have been in a dilemma in the face of these tests, but even the underworld would not have thought that this person who appeared here at this time was a person who has been undergoing tests since he became an apostle of embers.

These choices were too childish for Yan Jing.

A person who can achieve the lowest settlement evaluation in various events or recruitment missions released by the torch is a top-ranking person. It is difficult for him to overturn in this kind of test for patrols.

Even at the beginning of each test, Yan Jing would lose her memory.

Something in his soul still makes him instinctively make the most correct choice.

Therefore, when Bai Ruosu was struggling in the environment, Yan Jing had already finished knocking on the heart gate ahead of time and set foot on the cycle of reincarnation.

This time.

Yan Jing's memory has not been erased.

After a short period of drowsiness, the darkness around him gradually dissipated.

Instead, a setting sun hung high in the sky.

There is a winding mountain road at the foot, and a steep mountain wall is on the right. What you see is a group of Taoist priests who are trekking hard ahead.

It was still the scene from the first alien event.

A shrill scream came from the bottom of the cliff on the left, and Yan Jing, who had just recalled the source of this scene, moved and looked towards the direction of the sound from the bottom of the cliff.

In my memory, it should be a deep and dense forest, but looking down at this moment, what I saw was an extremely miserable scene.

In the chaotic mountains, hundreds of naked men and women are being chased and trampled by evil spirits.

Every time a person is caught, a pair of scorching red iron pincers will appear in the hands of these evil spirits, forcefully pry open their mouths, then put the pincers in, and pull out their tongues suddenly.

Blood and water mixed with minced meat sprayed out, and the screams continued.

The scarlet blood even overwhelmed the orange-red afterglow of the setting sun.

This is tongue pulling hell!

Last night, in order to face the test of becoming a gold medal patrol, Bai Ruosu consulted a lot of information, and Yan Jing stood by and read a lot.

Ordinarily, the tongue-pulling hell should be aimed at the kind of people who lie and deceive people. How could it appear here?

While Yan Jing was deep in thought, someone's voice suddenly came from behind,
"Under the Qinghong Sword, Gu Qianfang lives in Gujiazhuang, Yingshan County. After I die, take my sword back."

Looking sideways, Yan Jing saw the man talking.

The clothes are covered with stains of blood and dust, the hair is scattered on the shoulders, and the face is full of fatigue and perseverance.

Next to him was a tall and strong bald man with ring scars visible on his head, holding an iron rod in his hand, with a smile on his mouth but deep red eyes,

"Hu Fei, Tianlan City, Ping'an Hutong, after I die, just send a letter to my mother."

A few more people reported their names and addresses one after another.
The moment you see them.

Yan Jing was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression suddenly became serious.

According to the agreement between them, as the last survivor, Yan Jing should take their bones back to their respective hometowns for burial.

He didn't keep his promise, and even what he said at the beginning was a temporary compilation of lies.

Stopping in his footsteps, Yan Jing looked at the weathered faces in front of him, but desperately followed the team for the righteousness in his heart, and finally fell down on the way.

He wanted to say that he had finally accomplished the task.

Not only destroyed the dark thing, but also succeeded in killing Raja, avenging everyone.

But when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't open his mouth.

Suddenly raised both hands and clasped fists in front of his chest, Yan Jing said in a deep voice,
"In Xiayanjing, I live in the Luojiang Mountains, near the Luofeng River. I was in a different world before, and I lied to all righteous men. I failed to fulfill the promise between us. I am willing to suffer the punishment of pulling out my tongue."

If you don't do it, you don't do it, and a lie is a lie!

After the words fell, Yan Jing opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

The people in front of them suddenly turned into ferocious ghosts, and stepped forward with red iron tongs in their hands, and wanted to punish him!
Yan Jing just closed her eyes with an extremely calm expression.

However, after waiting for a long time, the tongue was not hurt in any way.

Open your eyes again.

What he saw was a group of heroic and righteous men who looked at him with a smile and left with fists in their hands.

　there will be later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)