I'm Not a Theatre God

Chapter 147 Seaweed

Chen Ling led the two of them through the hinterland of the town and came to the deserted suburbs along the coast. There were fewer and fewer buildings around, and the sea breeze became more and more fierce.

The outlines of warehouses appeared in Chen Ling's field of vision. He glanced over them one after another, thinking.

"It should be nearby..."

"Chen Ling, don't keep me in suspense." Zhao Yi couldn't help his curiosity, "What kind of transportation are we looking for to get directly into Aurora City? I don't think there's anything else here..."

Chen Ling quickened his pace, "Find a train."

"Train? What's the difference between that and the one we just gave up?"

"The train we're looking for doesn't need rails to run, and it has enough carriages."

Hearing this, Zhao Yi widened his eyes in shock, "A train that can run without rails? Does such a thing really exist?"

"Yes."

Chen Ling answered with certainty.

It certainly exists. When Chen Ling went to Bingdao Ancient Treasure, he personally took that train. If he remembered correctly, the people who usurped the fire hid the train in the warehouse here... Although it was later discovered by law enforcers, it was not moved away. It was probably still sealed in the original place.

Zhao Yi wanted to say something, but suddenly stepped on a puddle, and the splashing water splashed all over his trouser legs, and the wind froze it into fragments of ice.

"Damn it." Zhao Yi couldn't help cursing, "Is this place flooded? Why is there so much water everywhere..."

"The water level here is not right. It's much higher than the last time I came."

Chen Ling looked at the surging waves not far away. A large number of ice cubes were rolled up on the black reef beach with the waves. The sea water flooded over the main road again and again, and the cold wind blew, forming thick frost on the road.

Chen Ling walked to the warehouse complex and began to search one by one according to his memory. Perhaps it was the sense of crisis brought by the extinction of Winter Harbor that made him extremely fast, even on the frost-covered ground.

Zhao Yi couldn't keep up with his speed at all, so he could only take Ling'er to hide behind a warehouse. The sea breeze here was relatively weak, but even so, the two of them were still shivering from the cold.

"Brother Zhao Yi... How long are we going to stay here?" Ling'er huddled up and asked tremblingly.

"...I don't know, let's see Chen Ling." Zhao Yi looked at the red-dressed figure moving quickly in the warehouse, muttering to himself, "But this guy is quite reliable, it should be soon... Ling'er, are you cold?"

"Cold..."

"Give me your hands, I'll warm them up for you."

Zhao Yi took the pair of red hands from her, bent over and kept breathing, the hot air condensed into thin debris in the air, floating in the air, Zhao Yi rubbed them hard again, and after rubbing the temperature of the little hands to warm them up a little, he put them back in her pocket.

"Are you feeling better?"

Ling'er blinked, "Yeah."

Zhao Yi looked at the porcelain doll-like girl in front of him, and felt his heart melt. He couldn't help but complain, "When I was a child, I told my father to give me a sister, but he refused to listen... Later, my mother died, and he had to open a shop with me alone, and his hair turned white... If he had listened to me at the time and given me a little girl, wouldn't it be better than fighting with me every day?"

Zhao Yi sighed, and when he thought of the gray-haired face, loneliness appeared in his eyes.

Ling'er didn't understand what Zhao Yi was saying. She only knew that Zhao Yi's face didn't seem to be very good. After hesitating for a moment, she took her little hand out of her pocket again, covered Zhao Yi's bloody palm, opened her mouth and tried to breathe.

Zhao Yi was startled, and smiled helplessly. He was about to say something, but he saw a snake-like afterimage flashing in the puddle that was frozen into ice, rushing towards the two of them quickly!

Song——!

The speed of the afterimage was too fast, Zhao Yi's pupils suddenly contracted, and he hugged Ling'er into his arms without thinking!

Zhao Yi only felt a huge force whipping on his back, and the whole person was whipped away by this blow. He stayed in the air for several seconds before falling violently on the frost-covered ground!

Unprecedented pain burned all his nerves. Zhao Yi felt that his back seemed to be ripped open. The pain this time was stronger than the previous knives he had suffered.

"Brother Zhao Yi!" Ling'er was tightly protected in Zhao Yi's arms and was not injured, but he was frightened to see Zhao Yi sweating profusely.

Zhao Yi had no time to answer Ling'er. He roared in pain and tried to look back.

I saw a tattered seaweed, like a snake, drilling out from the reflection of the puddle, wriggling and twisting in the light ice mist. There were countless fine spells growing on its surface, and just looking at it made people's scalp numb.

What the hell is this? !

Zhao Yi didn't have time to feel the pain, because the seaweed instantly pulled away the air and rushed towards him at an astonishing speed. Fortunately, Zhao Yi was prepared this time. He rolled half a meter away with Ling'er in his arms, barely avoiding the seaweed's whipping range.

Snap!

The seaweed whipped on the ground, instantly shaking all the frost on the surface into pieces, and a hideous gully appeared on the surface, with gravel flying.

Zhao Yi's scalp went numb when he saw this scene. Just now, his back had been hit like this. What would happen to him now?

Zhao Yi carried Ling'er without hesitation and ran. He took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his voice in his life!

"Chen Ling!!!"

At this time, Zhao Yi no longer cared about face or not. The seaweed in front of him was obviously not a naturally existing species. Since it was a disaster, it had to be left to professionals to solve it.

But Chen Ling was not a god after all. He couldn't appear beside him as soon as he heard his call. At the same time, two afterimages flashed out of the puddle next to him!

Zhao Yi's pupils shrank slightly. He cursed in his heart, and then used his special skill of dog rolling, turning two somersaults on the ground.

The whistling sound of breaking through the air passed by Zhao Yi's ears, breaking the ice layer one after another. He slid several meters dangerously on the ice. He lost his direction as the world spun and crashed into the warehouse next door.

The sound of tools falling to the ground rang out, and Zhao Yi almost fainted with severe pain. He looked at the spell seaweed that appeared out of thin air not far away, blocking all the exits... Behind him was a closed wall.

"Brother Zhao Yi..." Ling'er's voice began to tremble.

Zhao Yi protected Ling'er behind him with one hand, his eyes wide open on his pale face. He picked up a steel pipe from the ground and pointed at the many squirming seaweeds outside the warehouse and cursed,

"Come on! You bunch of bastards... Those cowardly law enforcers are afraid of you! I'm not afraid!!"

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