Manual of Space-Time Interference

Heaven, it's still so blue, there are no clouds in the sky...

The violently beating right eyelid was still twitching involuntarily...

The trace of unease in my heart gradually enlarged and began to turn into a kind of fear...

The sea was as calm as ever, without any waves, it was unusually quiet.

"start sailing!"

While the dialect was carefully observing, Bagger shouted to the surrounding, the crew's expression changed from alert to relaxed, and the whole ship seemed to return to the previous atmosphere of laughter.

The joking voice kept coming, and the wooden boat also cut through the calm waves and began to sail into the distance.

However, a chilling aura began to permeate between heaven and earth, which seemed out of tune with this wooden boat.

Dialect's expression slowly became solemn. In his eyes, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dark clouds, making it hard for people to breathe.

"Nüwa, put down your mask and start the five o'clock program!"

"The five o'clock program has started!"

"Report the remaining amount of oxygen, the remaining amount of energy!"

"Oxygen remains 90%, energy remains 84%!"

The beating right eyelid stopped for a while, and then continued to beat violently, as if to remind the dialect that the power armor he was wearing had no protective effect...

The chatter and laughter continued, and the crew didn't seem to be affected in any way. In this dazed world, it was so discordant and abnormal.

Maybe it's just me thinking too much?

Thinking about it, Fang Yan shook his head, looked at this world silently, got up and walked into the cabin on his own.

"Control the aircraft to fly above the wooden boat and monitor all the abnormal situations around!"

Dialect said, pushed open the wooden door in front of him, looked at the big backpack next to him, and sat down slowly.

There are only so many dangers that may be encountered at sea, tsunamis, storms, typhoons...

But now the sky is cloudless, there is no sign of storm cloud formation, and there is no cloudy overcast...

Dialect looked at the picture on the light screen, opened the zipper of the big backpack, looked at the necessary supplies in various environments, and took out all the tents and the like.

Hope I just think too much.

He thought about it, shook his head, opened the opening on the other side of the backpack, then took out the inflatable kayak and the air tank, then connected the air tube, and gently twisted the air valve of the air tank.

Be prepared, even if there is no sign of disaster right now, the throbbing right eyelid is like a big rock, pressing heavily on his heart.

Hope, it's just a false alarm...

Dialect looked at the already inflated inflatable kayak, and gently turned the air valve back on. At the same time, the beating of his right eyelid suddenly stopped and calmed down again.

But the tension that was diffused in the air didn't disappear, it still surrounded.

He was stunned for a while, and Dialect blinked tentatively a few times.

no response?

Dialect stood up, looked around, and then blinked again...

"Boom!"

A slight dull sound seemed so abrupt in this silent cabin, and at the same time, a slight shaking sensation also came.

"Boom! Boom!"

The sway of the ship began to increase, and the things on the shelf began to fall continuously, and then smashed on the wooden board, and there was a constant dull sound.

The first sound, the dialect still thought it was a normal bump, but now that the shaking is getting bigger and bigger, it doesn't feel normal.

Without further ado, Dialect put the big backpack on his back, picked up the inflatable kayak, and rushed directly to the deck.

The sun is still shining on the sea surface, but the calm just now has been broken, and the surrounding waves have begun to surge, setting off one wave after another.

"Sharuha, Feng Qiluza!"

Bagger kept yelling and instructing the crew to keep doing the corresponding work, but seeing the relaxed look on his face, Dialect knew that he didn't take this matter to heart.

Perhaps in his many years of sailing career, this situation has come to pass...

The hull of the ship was slapped to one side by the turbulent waves. The sea water collided with the hull, and it rose high in a clatter and creak, and then fell again.

The wind gradually grew stronger.

The hull of the ship is still shaking constantly, being slapped to the side by the turbulent sea, or being dragged up high, but this broken ship in the eyes of the dialect is still standing on the sea surface.

"Hulaka, the wind is screaming!"

The captain pointed at his big smoking gun, shouted loudly, and firmly grabbed the mast next to him.

The hull of the ship began to tilt downwards, and Dialect firmly grasped the wooden railing next to him, but his eyes turned to the horizon involuntarily. The group of seabirds that flew from the Atlantis Imperial City at ease, obscured the sky...

The water splashed continuously on the power armor, and Dialect's eyes changed from surprise to dullness, and then slowly to panic.

The surging of the sea seems to have stopped temporarily, but the hull is still tilting constantly, and the aircraft is still flying in the air, constantly monitoring the surrounding situation.

The red light began to flicker slightly on the light screen, and Bagger on the bow also looked into the distance, his mouth widened, and the big smoking gun in his hand fell directly onto the wooden boat.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two slight sounds came out, which seemed unusually harsh...

Dialect's pupils shrank suddenly, and now he finally understands.

What is despair...

The beating of the right eyelid was not due to the pirates~www.wuxiaspot.com~ nor the turbulent waves in the previous ten minutes, but the tsunami waves that were hundreds of meters high in the distance.

The wind, very strong, blew the sails abnormally, and then flew away. The sky was still cloudless.

Bagger stood on the bow of the boat, watching the huge waves coming in the distance, he silently bent down and picked up his big smoking gun, then lit it with a stubble, took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out.

Bo Ya knelt on the deck and kept muttering the name of "Poseidon", the sea god, a tear slowly passed from the corner of his eyes...

"Nüwa, inflate the backpack and fix my hands. After the oxygen runs out, you know what to do..."

Dialect smiled casually, and while talking, he removed all the weapons and equipment on his body, then hugged the inflatable kayak tightly, and the backpack behind him swelled up in an instant.

The hull of the ship began to tilt sharply. Dialect looked at the approaching giant waves, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

Life and death are up to the sky!

Bai Ya's tears did not fall after all, and the smoke from Bager's mouth did not spit out again...

The wooden boat was engulfed by the huge waves in an instant, and then fell apart. The screams of the crew also disappeared in an instant. It seemed that only the sound of the waves was left in the whole world...

swaying, tumbling,

For Dialect, his world has lost all voices, and the only thing that still proves that he is still alive may be the feeling of constant shaking and rolling.

"Boom!"

As if something hit him directly, Dialect's eyes instantly opened to the limit, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The light screen was constantly flashing red light, and Nuwa's beeping sound also kept ringing, but Dialect had already fallen into a coma...