39: Chapter 39: Jingwei's grudge turns into a dark boat, and a hundred thousand bloody hands bury Zhaohe

Dungeon losses have been recovered...

The enemy's plunder failed this time.

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed the enemy had completely retreated.

Fortunately, they didn't manage to plunder the National Destiny... At this moment...

Urgent Mission: Clear all enemies within 300 li of the national border. Dragon Country's territory shall not be trampled upon!

Mission Reward: The National Treasury is open. All citizens receive double points for killing enemy agents.

Lin Mo picked up the yellow paper that had fallen to the ground and saw another mission had appeared.

Originally, these points could only be obtained in the Great Wall Watch dungeon.

Now it was open to all citizens.

And killing one enemy granted double points.

It seemed like a good thing.

But for Lin Mo, it was the opposite.

The various rare potions, equipment, secret manuals, and items in the National Treasury were all limited in quantity. If he took them, others wouldn't have them.

A sense of urgency arose... For example, after he purchased the 'Seal of the King' previously, it was now out of stock.

Without further ado... Lin Mo quickly took out the skill book, Eye of the God of Death, to learn it.

He hoped to use this skill book to find the remaining bastards who were manipulating the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

Now, as long as he killed them all,

He would be the first to be able to take away the treasures from the National Treasury.

Reading and learning... Mastered...

As soon as Lin Mo mastered the skill, he felt a sudden heat in his eyes, which instantly turned a strange bright yellow.

As Lin Mo used the skill, a whisper echoed in his ears: "Kill a thousand people, and you may glimpse beyond the Ghost Emperor..."

"Beyond the Ghost Emperor?!"

He looked up, and a blood-red thread, condensed from karmic blood debt, connected to Nangong Feiyun's corpse beneath his feet, passing through the Great Wall Watch dungeon... On the ocean border, several submarines surfaced.

"It's the Sakura Country's flag. Since I've found them, don't even think about running..."

There were hundreds of people in the enemy's submarines.

If he could wipe them all out, he would definitely have priority in choosing the supreme treasures from the National Treasury.

So, now he had to go after them... "I need to chase them out within 30 seconds, otherwise, I'll spank both of your butts!"

Netherworld Lord and Mingsha Ghost Emperor smiled charmingly.

"My Lord, you can also choose to spank our butts while going to kill those people you want to kill..."

Mingsha Ghost Emperor's fingertips picked up a stack of cursed white paper, and countless blood-curse spells emerged on its surface.

It actually transformed into a small blood-stained boat... "This is the lingering resentment left behind when Jingwei filled the sea—"

She tossed the paper boat into the void, and the paper boat grew three thousand zhang against the wind.

Meanwhile, Netherworld Lord lightly tapped the fine sand beneath his feet, and the entire dungeon instantly faded into a gloomy Yellow Springs.

With a light hook of his finger, the Yellow Springs flowed backward, forming a towering water bridge, and the Funeral Ship soared through the waves!

Yinsha Funeral Ship

Realm: Tiangang Corpse

Level: LV200 (Increases with host)

Strength: 42.05 million

Agility: 52.28 million

Spirit: 64.5 million

Health: 740 million

Skills: Yellow Springs Rage, Ghost Assault, Cursed Anchor Strike, Corrupt Spirit Bombardment, Undead Mist, Netherworld Vortex, Spirit Bone Crash

Introduction: This 'Yinsha Funeral Ship' is the terrifying overlord of the ocean world. Based on the Tiangang Corpse realm, its level rises with its host, and its Strength, Agility, Spirit, and Health attributes all reach heaven-defying levels. It was created by Mingsha Ghost Emperor using the cursed white paper imbued with Jingwei's lingering resentment, and Netherworld Lord's power of the Netherworld Yellow Springs.

"So strong!?"

Lin Mo exclaimed subconsciously.

He never expected that Mingsha Ghost Emperor, this Ghost Servant who specialized in creating Yin soldiers, paper effigies, paper horses, and paper houses, could now even create a funeral paper ship.

And its attributes were exactly the same as hers... This was too exaggerated.

One must know that this single ship required more materials than 100,000 paper effigies and paper soldiers.

Could Mingsha Ghost Emperor's own energy sustain such a large ship?

But then he thought about it.

Netherworld Lord also used the power of the Netherworld Water to lift the ship, reducing the difficulty of mental control.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo also slightly suppressed the shock in his heart.

No?

Could it be... these two did something messy in my sea of consciousness?

That's why they created a skill that merged water and ship?

Alright... let these two handle national affairs, and he would handle family affairs... The Yinsha Funeral Ship broke through the dungeon barrier, followed the death line Lin Mo saw with his Eye of the God of Death, and left this place... Outside the dungeon, at Dragon Country's largest naval base.

Two aircraft carrier battle groups were conducting drills.

At this moment, the Funeral Paper Ship suddenly glided out of the dungeon, stirring up massive waves!

"Quickly get out of here! Tsunami! A tsunami is coming!"

"Holy crap!"

"Look! There's a funeral paper ship inside the tsunami!!!"

Unfortunately, the Funeral Ship was too fast, and the aircraft carriers had no time to turn and evade... Everyone on board closed their eyes!

Boom—

The Yellow Springs Netherworld Water, supporting the Funeral Ship, actually lifted it high above the aircraft carrier groups, passing over their heads!

The naval battle commander looked at the critical situation just now, still shaken.

"What the hell! Which great deity is holding a sea burial ceremony here!!"

"With this momentum, even the Dragon King in the sea would have to hide!"

In the inner sea a hundred li away... On the Azure Dragon-class submarine...

"Teacher Yamamoto, let's retreat..."

"Dragon Country reacted in time this time. If we continue to drag this out, it will only deplete our country's dungeon strength..."

His subordinate, Ito Hirochika, offered the suggestion.

Although Kazuo Yamamoto was unwilling, he had no choice but to agree.

What a pity.

It was just one step away.

At this moment... "Is it getting foggy?"

Layers of red mist rose from the sea... In this hazy blood-red, a huge funeral ship slowly emerged.

"All submarines, submerge..."

This was not the time to dwell on gains and losses.

They had to hide their tracks.

Then, if Dragon Country wanted to accuse Sakura Country of invasion internationally, without evidence, it would just be slander.

"Teacher Yamamoto! The seawater has become viscous, the submarines can't submerge!!"

"What!"

Just as the paper ship swept past the submarine in the distance, ten thousand pale arms suddenly reached out from the paper windows on the ship's side—