The Road to Slaying God

In the distance, a red sun rises slowly, and the golden sunlight merges with the sunlight emitted by Zhang Yang's fingers. From a distance, it looks like the rays of two suns reflect each other.

Awesome!

Zhang Yang's hand suddenly waved, and an unparalleled force fell on the sea. A shocking scene appeared. A thin layer of ice was condensed on the sea with the kayak as the center, and the ice appeared in a radial shape. Spread... five meters!

Ten meters!

Twenty meters!

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Finally, the ice cubes extended hundreds of meters away. The golden light in Zhang Yang's hand slowly weakened until it was too light to be seen. Slowly, slowly, the spreading ice cubes made a violent "click". "Crack" broke in the sound, and then merged into the vast sea water, as if nothing happened... Looking at the gradually melting ice cubes, Zhang Yang touched the agitated Yin Mei with satisfaction, and the technique of "The Long Road to Immortality" It is indeed incredible that in such a short period of time, such achievements have been achieved, which Zhang Yang never thought of.

In fact, Zhang Yang's body had already undergone a qualitative leap when he was in the cave. However, Zhang Yang had not adapted yet. In addition, he did not want his strength to be transmitted to other people's ears. After being followed all the time, Zhang Yang began to become more cautious and restrained the sharp edge that he had shown during his escape.

Undoubtedly, hiding one's stupidity is the only way to save one's own life!

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The next time makes people go crazy. The kayak drifts with the sea water. Zhang Yang always closes his eyes to rest, while Liu Biao anxiously looks at the sea from time to time, hoping for a passing ship.

Time passes little by little.

blacken!

Bright!

Darker!

It's bright again...

Even Zhang Yang was a little out of control. The sea was terrifyingly calm and there were no ships passing by within a radius of dozens of kilometers. He couldn't help but begin to suspect that the instructor was deceiving them and providing false information.

"Zhang Yang, should we slowly row towards Somalia? Waiting like this is not an option. It seems that no ships have passed by."

In the morning light, Liu Biao tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He took a few mouthfuls of dry food, drank a few mouthfuls of water, and stood on the bow of the boat facing the wind to urinate.

"Wait a minute, if we don't see the boat at noon today, we will leave this sea area." Zhang Yang opened his eyes, glanced at the golden sun, and then turned his attention to the food on the kayak. Although there was a lot of food, However, in reality, we can only last for more than ten days at most. If we really row to Somalia, the food and water for ten days will definitely not be enough.

"Why do we have to wait?" Aze, who had been silent, suddenly asked.

"Waiting for the boat!" Zhang Yang stared at the vast sea.

"Waiting for the pirate ship?"

"right!"

Suddenly, a strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth, because his mind "saw" a speedboat passing by in the distance. Although it was invisible to his eyes, he did feel it. , and even felt the sound of the speedboat rubbing against the waves, as well as the voices of the people on it.

Among the six black men, one held a rocket launcher and the other five held AK47s. They were all black Africans.

The speedboat didn't come here, it was getting farther and farther in the opposite direction.

"We have a goal, let's set sail!" Zhang Yang sat down, picked up the oar and started rowing.

"Pirate Ship?"

A Ze and Liu Biao's eyes lit up. In the past few days, their patience had been worn down to the freezing point. Being on a kayak that was not much bigger than their buttocks and not being able to exercise vigorously was definitely a kind of mental torture. In the end, it was a kind of mental torture. The important thing is, looking around, there is nothing but sea water. If it weren't for a compass, you wouldn't even be able to tell the direction... "I think there won't be anyone driving a speedboat around here." Zhang Yang exerted a little force, The kayak shot out like an arrow.

"Haha, ***, we can finally go ashore. If we don't go ashore, I will become a lunatic."

When Liu Biao heard that there was a pirate speedboat, he immediately got excited and immediately gathered all his strength and rowed hard. Even Aze was also trying hard. It seemed that he was tired of the boring waiting on the sea.

The three of them worked together, and the kayak actually dragged two white traces on the sea.

On the sea, it is easy to create an illusion of distance. The three of them rowed for more than three hours, but they still didn't see the shadow of the pirate ship.

"Zhang Yang, are you sure there is really a pirate ship in front of you? Hey, what are you doing..." Liu Biao was so tired that he almost fell down and drank mineral water. Who knew that after just one sip, Aze snatched the mineral water away.

"Do you want to starve to death in the sea?" Aze carefully capped the bottle and reattached some food to the kayak.

"..." Liu Biao opened his mouth and said nothing. Apparently, he also discovered the importance of food nowadays.

"Let him drink. We will definitely be able to find the target we need today!" Zhang Yang stood up and looked at the place where the sea and the sky connected in the distance. There, there was a fishing boat moored quietly. The bow of the boat could be seen. Obviously, this boat Because the machine was not turned on, and because he was always targeting the roaring speedboat, he ignored the fishing boat.

Looking at the fishing boat getting closer and closer, the three of them glanced at each other and smiled knowingly, because they saw that the fishing boat seemed to have noticed them, started to start the engine, and slowly drove over. On the bow of the boat, there were a dozen heavily armed black men, and someone was observing them with binoculars... The three people quickly raised their orange swimsuits and waved them, shouting loudly... With the roar of the motor, the fishing boat gradually approached .

"What do you do?" A tall black man held a huge cigar in his mouth and looked at the kayak. Beside him, a dozen black men raised their AK47s with a fierce look.

The black man spoke English, and Zhang Yang understood it.

"We smuggled into Saudi Arabia. When we were at sea, the boat ran aground on a rock and the smugglers ran away in a speedboat. We got a kayak and have been drifting at sea for more than a week. Please, please We will send you ashore, and we will thank you very much!" Zhang Yang said that his memory and thoughts contained English, but because he seldom spoke, he did not speak fluently and stammered with great difficulty to express what he meant. However, since then, Instead, it brought out Zhang Yang's fear and helplessness.

"Really, thank us very much! What can you thank us for?" The leading black man was unmoved. He looked like an old god was present and never let the ship get closer and kept a certain distance. The heavily armed black men did not relax at all, with their guns always pointed at them.

"Look...only you saved us, these are all yours!" Zhang Yang raised his wrist, revealing the gold bracelet on his hand, and opened his collar to reveal the gold necklace around his neck.

"Haha, you are quite rich. Are you Japanese?"

"Chinese!" Zhang Yang said.

"Oh...Chinese..."

Seeing the black man being silent for a while, Zhang Yang felt sweaty in his heart. It is said that the Chinese have a good reputation in Somalia. Now, it depends on what the black man thinks. The current distance is not suitable for a sudden attack. Besides, If they really fall out and kill them, it will be difficult to gain a foothold in Somalia.

"Throw all the gold up!" A short black man next to the black man waved his gun, signaling Zhang Yang to throw the gold on the boat.

"..."

The three of them looked at each other, and finally, after nodding openly, they all took off their gold and threw it on the deck of the fishing boat.

"Do you still have money?" the short man said with a ferocious smile.

"have!"

Zhang Yang threw all the remaining U.S. dollars he had on him with a low-brow expression. Now, he was already riding a tiger. Although the short man showed murderous intent, they had to continue throwing things. You know, if they don't get them now Although Zhang Yang was sure of jumping on the fishing boat at that moment, he was not sure that he could control more than a dozen people in an instant. As long as one person fired a gun, at such a close distance and with such a small Within the scope, their lives would be in danger... Sure enough, there was a dispute on the fishing boat. The short man seemed to want to kill Zhang Yang and the others to avoid trouble, while the tall black man in the lead seemed not to want to kill anyone.

Soon, conflicts arose and they were divided into two factions.

They all talked in local dialects. Although Zhang Yang couldn't speak, they could understand the general meaning.

Finally, the dispute ended. The leader, the tall black man, was more authoritative. The fishing boat also unanimously agreed. The short black man looked at Zhang Yang and the others with an indignant expression...

(To be continued)