Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Xu San took a breath, looked towards the exit, and said, "Let's move towards the exit."

"What did you discover?" Himiko asked, her tone always carrying the air of a superior, cold and aloof.

Xu San was unmoved by this, and simply replied, "I'm worried about this ship."

"Are you worried that the ship will break apart?" Hans asked anxiously.

“Yes!” Xu San sighed deeply. “So, if you notice anything amiss at the door, run away immediately.”

"Okay!" Huanji replied simply and walked towards the door.

Elisa glanced at Hans, and seeing that Hans nodded, she immediately followed him.

Lisa then released her grip on Xu San's leg and followed him.

After watching the women move to a different spot, Xu San took out a wine flask from his pocket, took a sip himself, and then handed it to Hans.

Hans took the bottle and gulped it down, then wiped his mouth with his hand. "Every time I drink strong Chinese liquor, my stomach churns up."

After saying that, he took another sip before handing the wine pot to Xu San.

Xu San took the wine jug, put it back in his pocket, and walked over to Hans. He patted Hans on the shoulder and said, "Let's go. Stop being picky. How can we face the fierce storm if we don't drink some strong liquor now?"

There was no one on the outer deck of the Madeira.

It would be strange if anyone were in such a strong storm.

There are nearly two thousand people on the ship now, and most of them are probably tied to somewhere, waiting for the storm to pass.

The only people who are likely to be out and about are probably Xu San and Hans.

Around four o'clock, the sky was pitch black with not a glimmer of light, and the only sound was the howling wind.

Xu San stretched out his hand, feeling the force of the wind. "The wind doesn't seem strong, and the rain has stopped."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was very penetrating.

After experiencing the local customs, Hans remarked, "The wind isn't strong, but the fact that the ship is rocking so violently indicates a strong ocean current." The sky was pitch black, and the surroundings were equally dark, with absolutely no light.

Xu San can use circles to sense his surroundings, but Hans does not have this ability.

He is in a very bad state right now because the darkness is gradually consuming his senses.

This feeling of loss of sensation was terrible; it made him feel like he had fallen into hell.

"Let's go! Let's go check the bow!" Just when Hans felt like he was going crazy, Xu San's strong hand grabbed his and pulled him back from the brink of despair.

"Oh~" Hans shook his head numbly, "You know what, just now, I felt like I took a trip to hell."

Xu San, pulling Hans along, walked towards the bow of the ship, relying on his memory. "What's hell like? Can you tell me?"

"It's indescribable; it felt like I was about to disappear," Hans described the feeling with lingering fear.

In the darkness, Xu San removed the circle, feeling himself gradually being swallowed by the darkness. "It's not as exaggerated as you say. Listen, isn't there still the song of the wind in the darkness? Although it's chaotic, it's full of vitality."

"Hehe~" Hans said with a wry smile, "I don't have your good attitude."

As he spoke, Hans suddenly remembered something and asked, "Brother Conan, I've noticed that you can accurately determine directions even in this dark environment. How do you do that?"

Xu San used the circle again and said, "Oh, this one."

Xu San frowned: "Do you know how bats navigate in the dark?"

"You mean ultrasound?" Hans asked, somewhat surprised. "You mean you use some kind of machine to emit ultrasound, like a submarine?"

"Similar, but not ultrasound. The principle is similar; it's a skill."

The ship began to list at an ominous angle. The ropes securing the cargo snapped suddenly, the rough fibers sprawling out like dying snakes. A wooden crate slid, tumbled, and finally slammed against the bulkhead with a sharp, horrifying crack. What spilled out was not ordinary cargo, but some kind of jagged object wrapped in thick tarpaulin.

The lights swept by.

A corner of the tarpaulin was lifted, revealing a cold, hard substance beneath—neither copper nor iron, but a darker, more obscure metal. Part of it was submerged in the water, causing circles of slowly spreading, eerie green phosphorescence to appear on the surface. The phosphorescence flickered with the rocking of the ship, illuminating the newly formed, damp cracks in the bulkheads, as if black blood were seeping from the ship's interior. (End of Chapter)