Jiang Xiapeng and co. also discovered that Meng Zhi had disappeared, and Jiang Xiapeng grabbed a long spear, swinging it straight down at the rice jar.
"Bang!" A crisp sound rang through the ship, and the stench of blood instantly spread throughout the whole kitchen, leaving dark brown blood stains everywhere.
"Let’s leave quickly, this ship is weird…" The black faced man exclaimed, before turning around and charging out. The remaining three people also followed suit, and in the blink of an eye, all four of them were on the outer deck once again.
"Amitabha, Old Na will make a move first." The laughing monk jumped straight into the ocean as soon as he reached the outer deck.
"Whoosh!" In the air, the laughing monk seemed to have been blocked by an invisible force, and he fell down from the air.
A trap array? The few remaining people stared at each other, and no one attempted such an act again. This sort of invisible trap array was not something they could deal with.
