The tip of the tentacle flicked twice. For some reason, Li Xian felt he could see surprise in this bizarrely shaped thing.
Then it tentatively touched Li Xian's palm. When he showed no intention of pulling his hand away, it obediently crawled onto it.
Ke Yi, who had witnessed the entire exchange from the side, raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"So obedient?"
With that, he reached out to touch it too, only to receive a vicious lash across the back of his hand.
"..."
"Stop playing around-"
Zhang Yuyao clearly had no interest in the tentacle. She was standing in front of the cargo hold's iron door, and after urging them to hurry, she said to Ke Yi:
"Didn't you say you could force this iron door open? We have no other options now. Hurry up and..."
"No use."
Ke Yi cut Zhang Yuyao off with two softly spoken words.
"I tried as soon as the fog cleared. It didn't work."
Ke Yi lowered his head to look at his skin, which could now only be described as a horrific sight. He knew that whether or not the capsized ship could return to normal, tonight was their only chance.
The loss of his skin had already noticeably weakened his physical abilities. If they failed to find a way to keep the ship sailing tonight, then by tomorrow, even if he wasn't dead, he would have lost most of his ability to move.
That was why he had come here to try breaking down the door the moment the fog cleared. But whenever he struck it with force, not only did the door remain completely unmoved, his mental value began plummeting, and then the skin on his body started falling off like rain.
With her last shred of hope snuffed out,