Chapter 1394
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Chapter 1394 Tomato Pot
Several giant shadows at the bottom of the sea fell silent.
“I’ve heard that your species, besides having extremely strong concealment talents, also has a special ability to see through a hundred miles and clearly observe the antennae of an ant,” Moon Huai said slowly, as if remembering something. “Can this ability of yours share what you see with others?”
“Sharing is not possible,” a voice came from one of the giant shadows.
The shadows surged, and a pitch-black tentacle rose from the waves. At its tip was a green eyeball, rapidly rotating before finally locking onto Moon Huai.
“To see what we see… you must first become one of us,” the voice of the giant shadow continued.
Moon Huai looked at the eyeball before him, his brow slightly furrowed, those deep eyes flickering with a faint light, as if contemplating something.
After a moment, he still reached out his hand and took the rotating eyeball, speaking calmly: “Become one of you? You think too highly of yourselves. You are merely tools created by that great one… and tools should serve their purpose when needed.”
“You…!”
Moon Huai expressionlessly reached up and removed one of his own eyeballs. Fresh blood streamed down his cheek as he forcibly inserted the green eyeball into his empty socket.
His bloodied eyelid blinked, and an eerie glow slowly radiated from deep within the green eyeball.
Blood-covered Moon Huai looked around, his expression somewhat surprised. “This eye is quite interesting.”
Finally, he turned his head toward the direction of the island, his green eye narrowing:
“Let me see what kind of person is guarding the fate of the Great Xia…”
…
The island.
Crackling!
Flames roared from the dry branches, constantly licking the bottom of the black cauldrons. The high temperature heated the water inside, causing steam to rise and dissipate into the air.
In the warm medicinal water, Lin Qiye, who had been unconscious, had his eyelids slightly trembling before suddenly opening his eyes!
With his muscles tensed, he instinctively splashed in the water, only stopping when he realized he was no longer in that endless sea.
Lin Qiye shook his foggy head as his consciousness gradually cleared. His gaze swept across his surroundings, and he suddenly froze.
He blinked hard to confirm he wasn’t dreaming, his expression becoming extremely strange.
They were in an open area in front of an air raid shelter. Four black cauldrons were placed over four burning bonfires, and in each cauldron floated a member of the “Nightfall” team.
Bai Li Pangpang, Cao Yuan, and An Qingyu were in the other three cauldrons, their eyes tightly closed, seemingly still unconscious. Jiang Er’s black coffin stood upright on a boulder nearby, motionless…
Besides them, no other figures could be seen.
Lin Qiye looked down at the cauldron beneath him. It was filled with deep red liquid being heated by the high temperature below, bubbling away. Various unknown medicinal residues floated around him, like a boiling tomato and meat hotpot.
“What the hell is this…”
Lin Qiye stared at this bizarre scene before him, his eyes full of confusion.
He kept trying to recall his memories. If he remembered correctly, he should have been fighting with Commander Tang Yusheng before losing consciousness… how did he end up being cooked in a pot when he woke up?
“Cough, cough, cough, cough…”
Just as Lin Qiye was about to leave, a series of coughs came from the next hotpot… the next cauldron. A mass of pale flesh struggled to sit up, paused for a moment, and then let out a full-throated “What the fuck?!”
“Who’s stewing me?!” Bai Li Pangpang frantically tried to climb out of the cauldron, then froze again when he saw Lin Qiye in the adjacent pot.
“Seven, have we been captured by some primitive tribe?” Bai Li Pangpang finally managed to ask after a long pause.
“…Probably not primitives.” Lin Qiye picked up a piece of herb and examined it carefully. “I remember that during the battle, all my bones were shattered, but now they’re mostly healed… Most likely, this is the commanders’ method.”
Hearing this, Bai Li Pangpang relaxed slightly.
He also grabbed something from his cauldron and froze as he stared at the star anise, bay leaves, and Sichuan peppercorns in his palm.
“S-Seven… these don’t look like things for healing the body…” Bai Li Pangpang stammered. “Do you think the commanders have been on this island too long… and gone crazy with hunger?”
“Don’t worry, those things are for deodorizing you,” Li Qiangqiang’s voice drifted over from a distance. “You were soaking in seawater for too long and smell fishy. Since we don’t have perfume or anything, I just used some of last night’s cooking spices to get rid of the smell.”
Nearby, Cao Yuan and An Qingyu also woke up one after another, curiously examining their surroundings.
“Gun Brother, what is this…” Lin Qiye asked puzzledly.
“Saving your lives, while using some mild medicines to stimulate your potential,” Li Qiangqiang’s gaze swept over the four’s rosy faces and nodded with satisfaction. “It seems this first training session has been quite effective.”
Lin Qiye closed his eyes and found that his mental power had indeed improved compared to before. Although the increase wasn’t large, for someone at the peak of “Klein,” any progress was extremely valuable.
Besides that, the injuries he sustained in battle had mostly healed, and even his mental fatigue had disappeared without a trace.
“How much longer do we need to soak in here?” An Qingyu asked.
“About two more hours,” Li Qiangqiang looked at the sky. “Just float there comfortably, and I’ll add more firewood.”
After speaking, Li Qiangqiang dragged out another large bundle of branches from the nearby forest and stuffed them one by one into the fire beneath the four, making the flames grow stronger.
For Lin Qiye and the others at their current level, this temperature was nothing. They only felt a comfortable warmth throughout their bodies. Since they couldn’t leave for a while, they simply closed their eyes and began to enjoy the experience…
…
A hundred miles away.
A gentle breeze swept across the sea surface as Moon Huai stared at the distant island, his expression gradually stiffening.
The green eye clearly saw a figure carrying a bundle of branches, continuously adding firewood beneath four hot cauldrons… and in each cauldron, a figure floated on the boiling water. The deep red liquid churned around them, occasionally revealing star anise and Sichuan peppercorns as steam rose upward.
The giant shadows beneath the sea, also watching this scene, remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:
“Moon Huai, are you sure we haven’t found the wrong place?
This looks like a tribe of savages… how could this possibly be the Dragon Eye of Great Xia?”
