April 20, 12 noon.

Tsuki Port Terminal, Nemuro City, Hokkaido.

Lin Duanfei dangled a cigarette in one hand outside the window and held the steering wheel in the other hand on the road by the sea.

He put the cigarette into his mouth, took a deep breath, and glanced at the sea beside him.

Some fears are innate, such as the fear of the deep sea.

Everyone is afraid of the deep sea, the difference is how much.

He is also afraid.

Maybe it was a mistake to come to Japan. This is the seventh port, and the Lingmaru Pier mentioned by the psychic is still not found.

This old rented pickup truck has been driven from the asphalt road into the old-time highway full of gravel, and the shadow of the city has long been faded in the rearview mirror.

The forest trees also changed from regular to thick and twisted. Maybe the sea breeze passed through the woods or the cracks in the rocks, maybe the birds and beasts he didn't know were chirping, and some sounds that Lin Duanfei had never heard occasionally sounded outside.

He threw the cigarette butt out of the window, closed the car window, and locked himself in a small car, only then did he gain some sense of security.

Recalling his short first half of his life, Lin Duanfei's eyes showed a little nostalgia.

Inexplicably, he came to Japan to travel, but was involved in a damned place like a festival, and he also got a mask of the Kun Lun Eight Immortals.

He has been working hard to contact the people at the sacrificial banquet, hoping that everyone can work together and live together, but the fact backfired.

A simple principle of the same desires and the same interests, but the Japanese just don't understand it.

Until now, the sacrificial banquet has been a mess, but he doesn't expect to be able to unite the others.

Like this time.

In the past, Lin Duanfei would take the initiative to contact other people through mobile phone software to build a platform for information exchange, but this time he did not.

Enthusiasm will be worn out, of course, there are other reasons.

At this time, Lin Duanfei felt that his body was sweating a little. This was in Hokkaido... The early spring in Hokkaido would not be so hot.

He glanced around, and the bumpy gravel road led him to what seemed to be a forgotten town.

When he stopped the car, opened the door, and got out of the car with the gun, he was already sweating.

what a hot place...

Although it is still the seaside, there is no ocean breath in the wind, but a scorching heat wave.

Will there be a pier in this place?

Lin Duanfei was a little suspicious.

Out of reverence for the sacrificial feast, he walked into the town.

This town has indeed been abandoned for a long time, and there is no trace of human activities at all. Plants such as moss have already climbed all over the steps and windows, and there is a smell of savage growth everywhere.

He walked further, at least to the end of the town, to see if there was a pier on the coast here, it would not be a waste.

After all, it's already twelve o'clock at noon, and it would be bad if we didn't get to Lingmaru Pier to board the Snow Light ship before twelve o'clock in the evening.

Suddenly, Lin Duanfei's feet stopped, and a viscous force pulled him.

He looked down, and he didn't know when he stepped on a jelly-like thing, which was sticky and quite resilient.

WTF?

Lin Duanfei frowned and raised his foot, rubbing against the blades of grass beside him.

"It's disgusting, isn't it?"

A young and steady man's voice sounded in front of him, and it was Chinese that he was familiar with.

Lin Duanfei raised his head and looked in the direction of the sea.

A man and a woman were standing on the pier extending into the sea. The man was wearing a brown windbreaker, and the corners of his clothes were rattling by the sea breeze.

people who haven't seen...

Found here again...

"Are you Tianxie, boy?"

Lin Duanfei asked.

Zhang Yunian walked towards Lin Duanfei and stretched out his right hand: "Hello, my name is Zhang Yunian, and I can face Tianxie."

"Xia Jiang." The short-haired policewoman just said her name, she was not used to mentioning the mask that represented her, what boy...

Lin Duanfei glanced at Zhang Yunian's outstretched hand, stood up straight and touched him.

"Lin Duanfei, the Eight Immortals of Kun Lun."

Zhang Yunian was a little surprised by his voice, it was full of grainy desert wind and sand.

Moreover, Lin Duanfei's appearance is also very outstanding. He is in his thirties, with sharp eyebrows, steady eyes, neat short hair, tightly pursed mouth, and some small wrinkles, but it does not affect his temperament at all. Like icing on the cake.

His clothes are also custom-made, very suitable for outdoor activities, close-fitting and fully functional, and have a certain protective effect.

In the past few days, Zhang Yunian heard Qin Wenyu mention the Kun Lun Eight Immortals, and he thought it was a smiling, good-natured image.

But when he met him for the first time, he felt that this Mr. Lin Duanfei was more like a well-trained soldier or experienced adventurer.

"How did you find out here?"

Lin Duanfei asked straight to the point.

"First, I used the Internet to screen the existing modern piers. Unfortunately, there was no one named Lingmaru Pier. The result was the same after adding homonyms and former names. Therefore, we set our sights on the uninhabited area. Nemuro City is not that big., and we have plenty of time, we will always find it along the coastline.” Zhang Yunian said.

"Very good." To Zhang Yunian's surprise, there was some recognition in Lin Duanfei's voice, "You are someone who can cooperate, that's very good."

Lin Duanfei seems to be used to staring at people's eyes and speaking without any deviation.

Although this will bring some sense of oppression, but more can make people feel his firmness.

"I came all the way, and I didn't see the traces you left behind." Lin Duanfei said again.

Zhang Yunian stepped aside a little and pointed to the pier: "Because we came from the sea, the small boat is full of oil, if conditions permit, I am going to tie it to the Snow Light ship and take it to the psychicThe island in the mouth."

Looking at the sea level, Zhang Yunian said thoughtfully, "If you are going to a lost island, the first thing to consider is how to get back."

Lin Duanfei nodded. He was more and more satisfied with this young man who was about ten years younger than him.

"Have you found anything? And..." Lin Duanfei frowned and glanced at his feet, "What is this thing?"

"Does it look like a slime from an adventure game?" Xia Jiang answered.

"Slime?" Lin Duanfei didn't have much contact with the game.

"Simply put, it's a snot-like, slimy low-level monster." Xia Jiang explained.

"But it has no life." Lin Duanfei took a careful look at the things on his feet. He was sure that it was not a living body, but more like the mucus secreted by some kind of creature.

"Of course not, I just said it was like a slime, but I didn't say it was a slime." Xia Jiang put his hands together and sat on the wooden stakes on the pier.