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The herringbone boat was floating on the sea with its sails hoisted, and Zhao Yu was silently collecting the boat ropes at the stern.

Mu Qizhou had been sitting at the bow of the boat for several hours without saying a word.

Su Wanyun's death was a huge blow to him.

Shen Nanyi knew what he was thinking.

He must have hated himself for having supreme divine power but still failing to protect his mother.

"Feng Zhi came prepared. Even people like you and me with supernatural powers would die if they were exposed to the poison."

The poison was originally formulated specifically for Mu Qizhou. As a mortal, Su Wanyun was stabbed by the knife, and the poison had long exceeded her tolerance. However, she still gritted her teeth and said so many comforting words at the last moment.

"She is a great mother, a good mother." Mu Qizhuo lowered his head.

Transparent water drops dripped onto the deck. Shen Nanyi felt nervous and sat down beside him silently:

"Mom loves you very much. She knows you tried your best, Zhou."

Mu Qizhou's eyes were red, and he put his big hands around her from behind and held her in his arms: "Shen Nanyi, you must be fine."

"Well, I promise you, we will live and die together."

The two sat side by side at the bow of the boat, the setting sun was slowly sinking into the sea, dyeing the water blood red.

The hearts of the two were like the falling sun, so heavy that they could hardly breathe.

After a long while, Shen Nanyi tried to change the subject. She took out the jade pendant from her arms and handed it to Mu Qizhou:

"Alu handed the jade back to me again."

"He is afraid that something might happen to him and he won't be able to protect A Yu." Mu Qizhou said.

There was such a big mess in the underworld that even Meng Chun, who had always been loyal, was actually a spy. He could understand why Alu did this.

If people knew that A Yu's soul was in the jade pendant, there was no guarantee that someone with ulterior motives would do something out of the ordinary.

"You know, when mom passed away, I actually thought about using Fuso to turn back time. In this way, English, my dad, mom, your mom, and all those innocent people who died, can all come back."

Shen Nanyi looked at the sunset and gently touched the pattern on the jade pendant. "I am willing to give up everything to get them back."

Mu Qizhou looked into the distance silently for a long time, then sighed:

"If I say that I have thought about it, will you look down on me? However, if they are resurrected, what about the other people in the world? Those who are unfamiliar to us and live well in the world, are they going to be turned into ashes and all traces erased because of our selfish desires? This is unfair. Apart from anything else, look at Zhao Xuan, what a lovely child, who followed us without hesitation for a belief. Can we bear to let him disappear?"

"Yes. Every life is equal. Who are we to decide the life and death of others?"

Shen Nanyi leaned on Mu Qizhou's shoulder, tears streaming down her face: "I miss my mom."

Su Wanyun just disappeared like that.

Shen Nanyi still remembers the first time he met her, her smiling face and natural kindness.

At that time she thought, how nice it would be if she had a mother like this.

But this maternal love did not last long and left like the wind.

Yu Huiyin and Su Wanyun, they are such good mothers who risked their lives to protect their children.

This world is so unfair to good people.

Mu Qizhou put his arm around her shoulders, rested his chin on her head, his eyes red and wet:

"Mom will bless us in heaven."

*

The ship sailed on the sea for a day and a night, passing through several islands.

The sky was clear during the day, but at night it seemed as if we were in a deep underworld, with the waves carrying the boat back and forth, and strong winds blowing from time to time, making the boat very bumpy.

Shen Nanyiyi, who usually doesn't get seasick, vomited many times in a row, and even vomited acid.

She clutched the side of the boat with one hand and covered her chest with the other, her throat aching:

"It was so bad that I vomited all the food I had left over from the previous night."

"Drink some water to moisten your throat. Zhao Xia, how long will it take us to get to the place you mentioned?"

Mu Qizhou helped her sit on the deck and considerately handed her a glass of water.

"Master, Goddess, I remember that if we go east and go around a big bend, we will see two small islands. Fusang is on the seabed between the two islands."

"Between the two islands?" Shen Nanyi didn't care that his face was as pale as paper. He took out the parchment scroll from the mustard bag and waved at Zhaoxiao: "Good boy, come and see, does it look like it?"

Zhao Yu and the little monkey rushed over, squatted on the ground and took a quick look: "Yes, it's this spot."

His finger was on the red dot.

"When I surfaced that day, I looked back and saw the sun rising from the sea. Fusang was right here. This place is a little strange. The sea is clear, but there are whirlpools underneath."

Shen Nanyi raised his head, and finally a trace of joy appeared on his face:

"Azhou, our previous guess is correct. This is really the graffiti they saw left by Fuso."

Mu Qizhou stood at the bow and looked ahead, calculating the time in his mind, then turned back and said:

"While the weather is good during the day, let's speed up a bit. Hoist the sails!"

"Understood!" The little monkey took two steps at a time and tried to pull the sail tighter.

With the help of wind, the herringbone boat sails through the waves.

Shen Nanyi held the parchment scroll in his hand, covered his eyes with one hand, and looked at the boundless sea, feeling filled with emotion.

Thousands of years ago, the ancient axe and the temple were engulfed in netherworld fire. She had no choice but to draw water from the East China Sea to put out the fire.

At that moment, a fleeting thought flashed through her mind. She was afraid that Fusang would fall into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, so she used the last bit of her divine power to push Fusang out of the East China Sea.

Unexpectedly, with this push, Fuso lost its foundation and finally sank into the sea.

This sudden thought saved Fusang and restrained Wuliang's actions, forcing him to arrange for her and Mu Qizhou to be reborn again. It was really a blessing in disguise.

The boat was heading eastward, and seemed to be getting closer and closer to the sun, and the sunlight was becoming more and more dazzling; she half-closed her eyes, her long eyelashes rustling, and her gaze was firmer than ever.

This time, we can't lose, we absolutely can't lose.

*

Another day and night passed.

Shen Nanyiyi's determination turned into bitter bile and was vomited into the sea.

The herringbone boat passed through several large whirlpools, which made her internal organs seem to be displaced; not only could she not eat anything, but she also vomited out all the remaining food in her stomach, making her life worse than death.

If she were to fight Wuliang now, I'm afraid he could easily defeat her without even a single soldier.

"Are you feeling better?" Mu Qizhou brought a bowl of hot fish soup, "Drink some soup to warm you up."

He reached out and touched Shen Nanyi's forehead again, frowning:

"I was careless. I didn't expect you to get seasick before we set off. Did you catch a cold again?"

Shen Nanyi smelled the fish soup and felt like vomiting again. He quickly covered his mouth and waved his hand:

"No, no. If you eat it, you must spit it out. Don't waste it."

"But how can you not eat anything? We still have a long way to go."

Mu Qizhuo refused, but he had no other choice. He had been a big shot in the business world for many years, but he was really not good at seasickness.

Zhao Jia was more experienced. He brought a bowl of boiled herbal soup, which was almost ink-black and smelled a bit bad.

"Goddess, this is our secret recipe. You won't get seasick after drinking it."

Shen Nanyi took it with a frown, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then leaned over the side of the boat and vomited half to death.

"No, it stinks. I'd rather vomit and die."

Zhao Yu held the bowl in confusion, sniffed it himself, and said to Mu Qizhou: "Does it smell bad? I don't think so."

Mu Qizhuo leaned in closer to smell it, and his throat rolled involuntarily. He quickly held his breath, and only then did he barely suppress the nausea in his stomach.

"Zhao Xia, what kind of grass did you stew this with? It smells like stinky socks."

Shen Nanyi pinched his nose, and added with red eyes and tears:

“They are stinky socks that haven’t been washed for months!”