surging dark clouds, grey waves.

   A medium-sized sailboat was struggling to navigate a stormy cloud.

   The rolling clouds were like the sea surface, pouring down the sea water, and the sailors ran anxiously on the slippery deck.

  The sailor under the mast raised his head, couldn't breathe because of the cold and fear, and hurriedly lowered the sail.

   The staggering sailors were overturned by the swaying hull and slipped on the slippery deck. Whenever this happened, the rope wrapped around their waists would save them, and by the way, they would drink the fish soup at noon.

   "Lenner! Renner!"

Unnoticed, Lu Li floated on the deck, watching the uninvited guests roaring and running across the deck, rushing to an old Pojiao sailor carrying a barrel and scolding: "Damn, you want me to tell you a few times. Don't need your help in the storm! Now! Give it to me! Go back to the cabin! Monkey, take this old thing back!"

   The short crew member who followed the chief mate ran over in the distance, and dragged the old crew member at the foot of the **** who had loosened the barrel into the cabin.

   Chief Mate Lauren continued to walk around the deck and command, he was not tied to the rope in the way, which made him dangerous every time he fell.

   Climbing up holding the wooden barrel fixed on the deck, Lauren suddenly saw a fallen sailor with a rope wrapped around his neck. He wanted to help in the strong wind and rain, "Be careful!" An exclamation passed through the rain curtain. Lauren was rammed away and flew overboard.

When    was about to fall into the tyrannical turbulent sea outside the boat, a force suddenly grabbed Lauren, so that he did not fly out of the boat, but hung on the guardrail like a clip on a clothesline.

The pitch-black waves set off a violent airflow, and Lauren stared at the black sea absentmindedly. He survived the disaster and suddenly felt that this should not be the case... He should have died here, fell into the sea, and saw the collapsed mast smash a certain crew member. neck...

   Until another hand dragged him back to the deck, the shouting and running on the deck made him seem to come alive, able to observe and think again.

The    mast was blown off at some point by the storm and fell where he had stood, almost hitting him—if he hadn’t been hit.

   A sailor lying under the mast also survived, crawling out of the slippery deck on all fours.

   grabbed his captain and slapped his cheek hard: "Ellen! First mate! Are you okay?!"

   "I...I'm fine..."

   "If you have nothing to do, just stay here in a daze! Don't worry about the deck, hurry up and hide in the cabin!"

   Lauren woke up like a dream, followed the captain and dragged back the old sailor who had escaped by lying under the mast gap like a dead dog, and returned to the cabin.

  The icy torrential rain was blocked by the closed cabin doors, but the rocking ship and the sour deformation of the hull structure beneath their feet told them that the disaster was not over.

  The crew tied themselves tightly to the wall, so that they would not be drowning in blood and breaking hands and feet with the rocking ship.

   Under the oil lamps in the narrow cabin, the wet crew members prayed in low voices. As if the gods heard their prayers, the wooden boards no longer shuddered, the shaking stopped covering them with vomit, and the waves that almost ripped apart the boat returned to meekness—

   "We rushed out?"

   "Maria...Rachel...Please bless me on my safe return..."

   "Who the **** urinated in the vomit..."

   "Bosun! Sailor--? Third mate! Go outside and have a look!"…

   In the captain's cry, the third mate untied the rope that was holding his chest, and like a drunkard, he swayed the latch and pushed open the cabin door.

   A ray of light different from the dim oil lamp seeped into the cabin, which cheered the crew members. Seeing that the third officer was not strong enough, several sailors hurriedly untied the ropes to help push the door.

  More light seeped into the cabin, and the clouds were no longer black as thick ink.

  The people who survived the disaster rushed to the deck, cheered under the rainbow in the sky with the distant dark clouds and thunderstorms as the background.

   Lauren staggered onto the deck, looking up at the coastline in the distance.

  The damaged ship with the broken mast slowly sailed to the peaceful harbor with the rainbow in the distance.

"I am back……"

  …

   Lu Li escapes from the death of an uninvited guest.

   Dozens of copies of humanity poured into his soul, but Lu Li was no longer happy with the gain of regaining a thousand copies of humanity.

"ended."

  Lu Li woke up Snot, who seemed to be sleeping, "You did a good job."

  Snooze sat up with sleepy eyes and rubbed his eyes: "I seem to have dreamed of my parents..."

   "Do you remember them."

  Snot shook his head and followed Lu Li out of the house.

  The torn strips of cloth were scattered on the streets, blown by the sea breeze in the corners, without consciousness and emotion, as if they had never lived.

  There should be no surviving activated clothes left in the town, but the looms, the source of the pollution, are still there.

  Lu Li came to the mayor's house and found an old textile machine in the corner of the living room.

   "It's talking."

  Snot confirms that it is the loom that brought disaster to Twin Towns.

"What did you say?"

   "It says that if you wear a woven garment, you will be protected."

  The loom is still bewitching.

  Lu Li couldn't think of the usefulness of the textile machine in the land of light, and he couldn't think of any reason to let it go.

   Then a saw emerges from the loom, pulled and sawed down by invisible forces.

The place where the    sawtooth pierced seeped out blood, but until the textile machine was cut off, Lu Li harvested his humanity, and he did not suffer the counterattack of the textile machine.

The   Kazgir town incident came to an end with the revitalized clothing and the removal of its source loom.

   But there are still things to wrap up, like the snot.

  Lu Li will go to the ghost town in the Badlands next, and Snot is not suitable for following him, nor can she be abandoned here.

   "You should come back, you need rest." The gentle whisper of the Swamp Mother echoed with the Crown of Thorns.

   "I don't feel tired."

   "Because you are a soul, the breath of the world is gradually polluting you..."

   "I can't stop."

  Lu Li rejected her, and continued to ask how to make Snot quickly return to the Land of Light.

   "Did you find a strange resident now?" The Crown of Thorns changed another voice.

  Beside the window of the safe house, Lu Li looked out at the sea of ​​​​the netherworld in the distance, and answered Chris's question: "Yes."

   "Then it won't be so troublesome. Claire has developed a new potion that will allow it to pass through the world of merchants. There are some side effects, but it's better than letting you sail in uncharted waters."

   "What side effects?"

   "It is to be contaminated with the atmosphere of the world in the merchants. Another way to understand it better is to be labeled as a "commodity", which may cause some kind of mutation."

   might be unacceptable to humans, but weird doesn't care about that.

  Snot no longer attacked the suffering crowd, the bloated evil spirits went away under her reluctant gaze, and then it was Lu Li’s turn to watch Snot, who had taken the potion, get into the merchant’s backpack.

   "Can I enter the world of the merchant?"

   "You can't, Xiao Leimi, it's okay to be weird."

   "Am I not weird?"

   "You're just dead."