Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Rotate the small gear that controls the upper limit of the wick cotton rope, and then move the flames at your fingertips. After a soft beep, a bean-sized glow flickered on the wick. Although it was unstable, at least it didn't go out immediately.

　　 The flame did not continue to expand, but the light was expanding. There was originally no light source on the deck, it was the deck itself that was shining spontaneously, but at this moment, at least the deck under Jenkins's feet was completely covered by the glow of the lantern.

　　 Around the hull, the black fog gradually retreated to the rear, and it seemed that it would not try to invade the deck for the time being.

Chapter 2174: Sin Coins and Cats

　　 Don't worry about the black mist engulfing the deck, Jenkins can only breathe a sigh of relief when he sees this scene.

　　 By this time, the rules of the paradox have been roughly understood. Jenkins wants to look for clues about the world's background while using his time to find the light source. Both of these things are necessary, one is related to the way to leave, and the other is related to the current issue of survival.

　　 The total time of the sacred realm is also limited, so how to allocate the two aspects of time correctly has become a very critical issue.

"But if it's just that, the difficulty of this horrible world seems not to be too great? This is already the eighth floor. It is impossible for the differential engine to put such a simple test here. Is there any conspiracy that I haven't understood? "

　　 He touched the chocolate, and the chocolate rubbed Jenkins's hand with a crooked face, as if "I'm very cute".

　　 "Speaking of which, what will the beast of disaster be this time? The last time I was so creative, let the sin karma nightmare be simulated like me, this time the creativity should not be lower than the last time, right?"

　　 He carefully placed the lantern next to his backpack, and then used the sundries on the deck to form a baffle for the wind, and then he returned to the man with the fish stuck in his throat:

　　 "Go ahead, what information can you provide? About this world."

　　 "I can provide you with three pieces of information, but because I only asked for two fish, you need to choose two from three."

　　 "Then can I get another one now?"

　　 "No, I'm already full, very full."

　　 The man said, and then introduced himself:

　　 "Three pieces of information, one about the reason for my presence here, one about the vague introduction of the disaster in this world, and one reminder about the action on the ship."

　　 "Let’s talk about the disaster first."

　　 This one is mandatory.

"Well, well, I have forgotten exactly when that happened. I just remember that it was only suddenly that the black fog obscured the sky. A huge, chaotic, indescribable thing invaded us from the sky. Then everything changed, and there was no longer a stable life. The indescribable thing that descended from the sky, with chaos and curses, diseases and demons, eroded our world and brought endless disasters. He. It is the enemy of all living beings and the destroyer of civilization."

　　 The man beat the fish in his throat to stop it from struggling:

　　 "That's it, I think I can only say this."

　　 This is enough. Although most of the words are useless adjectives, such as the description of medieval science fiction and fantasy novels, at least one thing is quite clear:

　　 "The formation of disasters is not caused by human beings themselves, nor is it destroying nature, or digging out ancient ruins, or creating uncontrollable creations, but merely an enemy invading the world."

　　 "Yes, that's it."

　　 The man nodded, because the fish was stuck in his throat, it was difficult to do this movement.

　　 "This is interesting. A thing that is countless times stronger than a mortal and enough to distort the world ends civilization..."

　　 Jenkins believes that the background of this deception is probably not a historical fragment but a fiction. Because the end of the real world is caused by the intelligent life itself, the gods will ensure that nothing outside the world will end civilization and disrupt the solid sin cycle processing system.

　　 "That's right, if it's a historical fragment, then maybe a little information is enough for me to judge the time when it appeared, so as to know the background of the world."

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart, and the man with the fish stuck in his throat asked again:

　　 "So what do you want to know about the rest? Why am I here, or a little trick to survive on a boat?"

　　 Jenkins touched the cat, feeling that he was still feeling calm when chocolate was around, and he had already made a decision:

　　 "I want to know the tips for survival on board."

"Look, there are so many refugees here, many of them know a lot of things, and many of them also have a way to prevent the black mist from coming around so quickly. After all, the people who can escape here are all very different. Excellent people."

　　 "What is special about this ship?"

　　 Jenkins suspiciously, but the other party did not answer.

"If you need to find other people for help, then you must know who is dangerous but useful, who is dangerous but useless, who is safe and useful, and who is safe but useless. Just like me, I am obviously useful, oh sir, you are the first to strike up a conversation with me, you are definitely blessed by the **** of fate.

　　 He boasted.

　　 "So, how do you tell if people are safe and useful?"

　　 "No, I can only tell you who is safe."

　　 He suddenly lowered his voice, and Jenkins was alert, then leaned in to listen to the next words.

　　 "Safety people usually pay attention to hygiene. Even if they are not dressed in decent clothes, they will never get dirty."

　　 "Does this rule have to be universal?"

"of course."

　　 said, the dirty man grinned open. Jenkins is very close to it because he wants to hear clearly. At the same time that mouth opened wide, it almost covered Jenkins' head.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Actually, there is no need for chocolate reminders, Jenkins has long known that the other party is not good. He didn't dodge, but directly held the big mouth that pierced forward.

　　 The black hole's mouth wrapped the Star Devil Sword and Jenkins' right hand together, as if to **** his whole person in. But he didn't rush, and put his other hand on the opponent's face:

　　 "Profane production!"

　　 Such a close distance and the two parties are in contact, it is impossible that this trick is useless. [Profane production] is an almost unavoidable move in Jenkins' hands. Unfortunately, the difference machine does not have a complete soul at all. Even if the incomplete soul is crushed, the opponent will still be fine, so this trick does not need to be left to the difference machine. Just right.

　　The emerald green vines that I have not seen for a long time easily penetrated the space wall and appeared on top of the two of them. Perhaps due to Jenkins' own growth, more than one or two came out this time. Curtain-like vines hung from the sky, swaying like tentacles.

　　While Jenkins' hand stuck to the other's mouth, he wrapped the man's head.

　　 A few seconds later, feeling the suction in his mouth weakened, Jenkins took out his hand and sword and watched the man hang up by the vine. The vines surrounding the opponent's head made a grunting sucking sound, but no one dared to speak, including the metal head on the chair and other refugees curled up nearby.

　　 For three full minutes, the man who was still alive but whose soul was shattered was dropped. The vines danced in the air, among which three slender emerald vines gently handed the three complete seeds of blasphemy rolled up to Jenkins.

　　 Jenkins opened his palms, and after Vine put the sin coin in his hand, he silently retracted back to the other side of the space hole.

　　 "Why are these vines so polite this time? You still know how to pass the sin coins. And, how come there are so many, is this man worth three sin coins? Can't tell."

　　 Jenkins murmured, but don't think about it. He tossed a coin, put two of them in his pocket, and handed the other one to the chocolate:

　　 "Without me by my side, you probably didn't eat lunch for lunch, okay? Although Hathaway also knows your recipe, you don't want to eat too much."

　　 He said to his cat, and then shook the coin in his hand.

　　Chocolate was very guilty and looked at the coin in front of him with some concern, feeling that the cold sweat was about to flow down... the cat didn't seem to be sweating. This cat seldom understands the meaning of the word "weird", but the current scene is obviously "weird".

　　 No matter how you look at Jenkins, he knows the origin of the cat completely, but he doesn’t talk about it or discuss it. This is the most worrying situation for chocolate.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It yelled in a very deliberately flattering and coquettish tone, and then cautiously stretched out its head. First, he licked Jenkins' fingers, and then slowly took away the coins between his fingers.

　　 "Eat slowly, don't choke."

　　 Jenkins patted his chocolate hairy head and said, and the cat shrank his head obediently.

　　 Of course, Jenkins never turned his head to look at the chocolate from the time he handed the coin to the cat's head. Because of this, the cat will feel uneasy.

　　 The tail swept around the back of Jenkins's neck, enjoying the deliciousness while trying to figure out what Jenkins thought of. As for Jenkins, he is already looking for a second person who can ask for clues.

　　 The guy with the fish stuck in his neck didn't die, but he was almost dead. Jenkins placed his body as if he was leaning against the guardrail of the deck boat, and drew a blanket over his head, before he began to look for the next target.

　　 Now that I know how to distinguish between safe targets and unsafe targets, the search range suddenly becomes three-quarters of the original. Although the elimination of targets is not a lot, it does have considerable significance for the next action.

　　 After a while, he chose a girl who looked thin and weak. The girl gave Jenkins a strong feeling that she was definitely a flower girl in the not-too-distant past. [Guardian of the Flower Girl] The priesthood will not make Jenkins feel wrong.

　　 This priesthood can make the flower girls have a natural affection for Jenkins, and of course it has no small effect on the former flower girls.

　　 The girl and two other adult women huddled together under the same blanket. In order to prevent calling the wrong person, Jenkins squatted down and knocked on the deck in front of each other.

　　 The girl shivered, then carefully poked her head from under the blanket to look at Jenkins. Jenkins also saw her because of this, the typical appearance of the race in the desert region of the central continent, with thick and curvy hair and a little dark skin.

　　 Her eyes are black, which makes Jenkins feel a little kind.

Chapter 2175 The Fire-breathing Mouse

　　 "Sir, what do you want?"

　　 The girl asked Jenkins in a little fear, using the lingua franca of the Eighteenth Century just like the man just now. This further shows that the world background of this eccentric world is fabricated rather than real, because there has never been a past event of the world shattered in the era of using lingua franca.

　　 "I want to know something related to this disaster, can you provide some clues?"

　　 "Yes, you can, but I don't know much, and I can't tell you the information plainly."

　　 "It doesn't matter, what do you want me to do? Is it also fishing?"

　　 If there is enough time, Jenkins would really like to know what else the fishing rod can catch.

"No, I don’t eat fish. My mother said that eating fish will get stuck and it’s not good for my teeth... I want some flowers. Can you find some flowers for me from the boat? It must be the flowers on the boat? , And it’s a flower that had bloomed before you appeared."

　　This eliminates the possibility of Jenkins using seeds in his backpack to grow flowers, or finding seeds from the deck.

　　 "All right, but how many flowers do I need to find?"

　　 "Two flowers."

　　 The girl tremblingly said the words representing numbers.

　　 "Are two flowers enough?"

　　 With the experience just now, Jenkins also understands that this number represents the amount of information he can obtain.

　　 "No, I only need two."

　　 The girl insisted.

　　 "Well, well. Oh, one more thing, do you know anything nearby that can illuminate the surroundings?"

　　 He hadn't forgotten the threat of the black fog surrounding the ship, and the broken lantern he had just caught seemed to be unable to last for long.

　　 "I remember there was a sunflower on the boat. If you find it, I can make it glow temporarily."

"no problem."

　　 Jenkins nodded, and expelled the inexplicable picture of the sun flower producing bright yellow light **** from his head.

　　 "This time, it seems to be a good look."

　　 He turned and looked at the scene on the deck that looked like a garbage dump. He didn't know whether he should be lucky not to fish, or he was disappointed not to fish.

　　 There are a lot of debris on the deck. When Jenkins was looking for the fishing rod, he found the target at a glance, so it is not considered to have searched here. Looking around, whether it is an upside-down wooden box or kitchen waste, it looks like something is hidden.

　　 But Jenkins did not look for it, but put his hands on the deck:

　　 "Let me see where there are plants."

　　 He closed his eyes.

　　 It is quite dangerous to let go of the spirit and explore everywhere in the treacherous realm. Jenkins also dared to be so bold in his current state, but as soon as his spirit was released, he immediately retracted, and the whole figure suddenly jumped upwards like a bounce and take off.

　　 The sense of danger brought to him by the deck is actually stronger than the invisible underwater. Moreover, he actually felt that this ship was alive, part of a huge body. It's not a complete creature, but at least it's definitely not a dead thing.

　　 "What does this mean? This ship also has a problem? It doesn't matter, I have another trick."

　　 thought in his heart, he took out the compass that was obtained from the ancient town of blood therapy and strengthened in the steel furnace. Thinking of looking for some flowers in my heart, the needle of the compass immediately turned, turning crazily, and my fingers even felt the airflow generated by the crazy turning of the needle:

　　 "Well, I know that there will be no such loopholes in Deception. Even if it can be found by other means, it will not be possible to cover the rules of Deception with a single item."

　　 So he dared not make unnecessary attempts, but honestly searched.

　　 There are black auras everywhere in the paradox. Unless the color of the aura is very prominent, it will not be able to cover this darkness. The life spirit of ordinary plants is very weak compared to the treacherous realm, so the real eye can't play much role in finding things.

　　 Out of prudent considerations, Jenkins intends to start the search from one side of the deck and end it on the other side. During the search, he not only had to be careful not to touch those huddled asylum seekers, but there were also dangers in the debris.

　　 It is not that someone put a bomb under the debris, but there are still some small things like mice and cockroaches on the deck. An ordinary mouse is certainly not a threat, but when the mouse is bigger than chocolate and can emit blue flames, Jenkins has to be careful.

　　 The cat was the first to spot the mouse. When Jenkins tried to open the wreckage of the wooden box, Chocolate gave an early warning. So the big red-eyed mouse hiding in the shadow rushed out, and it shot Jenkins' right hand with a mouthful of fire.

　　 The fur on the mouse's back was rotten, and there seemed to be an eye in the rotten meat, which looked strange.

　　 "Soul Fire?"

　　 Although surprised, he still withdrew his hand in time. Seeing that the mouse couldn't get a hit, he wanted to return to the trash, but Jenkins's sword was faster.

"Ok?"

　　 The blade of the magic sword did not easily pierce the fur of the mouse, but pushed the mouse into the shadow of the debris, giving the mouse an escape route. When Jenkins went to open the rotten wooden board of the box again, the mouse had no idea where it went.