Ah!
Huh?
What?
What did he mean, a crab's old house?
Shen Le's mind short-circuited for a moment. Before he could react, the octopus tentacle with blue rings had already slammed viciously against the edge of the broken vat, shattering it into pieces and exposing the soft rear half of its body:
"Mr. Shen, don't listen to him. That isn't his house—it's his shell. House Slave is a hermit crab that became a spirit. Whatever it picked up to use as a shell has some value to it, and it's sold them many times already!"
Well...
Fine...
He could only hope that this hermit crab had not sold off everything he wanted, scattering it across the ends of the earth and forcing him to scour the entire seafloor to pick it all up...
He weakly waved a hand, asking Cloud Kun to follow the hermit crab and find its old nest. Fortunately, hermit crabs generally lived in rocky reefs or shallow coral waters five to ten meters deep. Cloud Kun would not even need to dive and could sail straight over there.
Even if House Slave had become a spirit and needed to inhabit waters with more abundant resources, the water where it was currently staying was still less than a hundred meters deep.
Shen Le did not even need Cloud Kun's help. He casually stepped over the ship's rail. The surrounding seawater embraced and supported him, slowly carrying him down toward the seabed. He felt cool and comfortable, without the slightest sense of suffocation or the oppressive darkness of the deep.
When he landed on the seafloor, Inkshadow Lord waved its eight limbs nearby, watching intently. House Slave plunged headfirst into a large cluster of interwoven coral branches, swung its two large claws, and began digging furiously.
"Mr. Shen,