A Fire Poker Was a Good Thing

After letting go of that idiot Gisa, Bai Zhu lowered his head to look at his blade.

Three hundred degrees.

He was familiar with this kind of work.

The problem was the fire.

Pushi had said that fire could also knock on the door.

Light would let the door see.

Bai Zhu walked over to Pushi and crouched down.

Pushi hugged the cloth bundle, his entire body still trembling.

Bai Zhu pressed his hand against the hilt and drew the blade only half an inch.

A tiny spark of flame leaped from the edge of the blade.

Pushi suddenly shuddered.

Milluki immediately shouted.

"Don't do anything reckless!"

Morel looked over as well.

Bai Zhu did not make the flames bigger. He only stared at Pushi.

Pushi's lips moved.

"Don't shine it on the water."

"Don't shine it on the water."

"The water carries words."

Bai Zhu turned the blade slightly toward his side, and the firelight reached outside the ship.

Pushi did not scream.

He merely clutched the cloth bundle tighter and repeated those four words.

Bai Zhu sheathed his blade and turned to Morel.

"It's not that we can't use fire."

Morel looked at Pushi.

"We can't shine it on the sea."

"Right."

Bai Zhu pointed toward the lower hold.

"Searchlights, strong lights, or torches shining onto the water might trigger the rule that 'the door sees.'"

"But if we only use it inside the lower hold to briefly heat the gaps in the hull, and the firelight doesn't leak outside, then theoretically, it should work."

Milluki immediately cut in.

"Theoretically? I don't feel reassured hearing that word from you."

Bai Zhu looked at him.

"Young master, if we don't gamble on this now, you can go into the sea and ask the fish yourself later."

Milluki cursed.

"You'd