C71 (2/2)

”Good heavens, is your mother still well?”

”I'm lying to you, stupid. You can believe anything I say, but go back quickly and check on the preparations for Ol 'Four.” Yao Ling forced out a smile as she reached out to grab Ashley's shoulder, limping along with her to the dock.

Wei Wuji and the others were directing the fishermen on the island to collect a large number of shells and shells. They picked out those that looked pretty. After smashing them, they glued the pieces layer by layer onto the inside and outside of a large vat.

Ashley saw this and seemed to understand something. ”Are you going to use this vat to catch octopus? To lure it in? ”

Yao Ling hung her head on her shoulder and said, ”There are some small octopus that like to use these things as nests or camouflages, while those giant octopus have an inexplicable curiosity about their own vessels. When they encounter boxes and jars that occasionally sink into the sea, they always try to find ways to enter them. Furthermore, they would feel an inexplicable sense of security inside. The more they sensed danger, the more they would hide inside, so some fishermen would make use of the octopus's habit to catch them. ”However, this method is not used by the general director. Some species of octopus are very smart, and would immediately escape if discovered otherwise. Therefore, if we want to use the large vat to capture this octopus, we need something else.”

When that huge vat was covered with shells, Wei Wuji got someone to set up a huge iron pot. He added a lot of things into it and began to cook. A strange smell filled the people beside him with tears.

”Originally, if we had a bundle of dragon cords, we could trap the octopus in the tank, but we don't have enough cords left, so Ol 'Four wants to boil some more substitutes and then use the tree paper I made to wrap these glue inside the tank. When the octopus goes in and breaks the tree paper, it will get stuck by the glue inside.”

They stripped off the inner and outer layers of the bark, leaving the middle layer behind. Then, they used a knife to scrape off the white liquid on the bark, and after boiling, washing, and filtering, they cooked a white paper out of the pot like Guangdong Rice Noodle Roll. They waited until the water was completely dried out to form a white sausage coat. Then, they added the bone glue that had been boiled out of the pot with a bit of the Dragon Binding Rope before pouring it into a tree paper bag and fixing it around the cylinder wall.

After all of this was done, they helped Wei Wuji bring the huge vat to the lagoon and sent it into the cave by himself. The remaining work was to check whether the octopus was trapped or not a few times a day.

At the same time, Chen and Mae had been trying to persuade the old witch to guide them, but every time the blind old woman shook her black donkey hoof and said it was a dangerous trip, she would rather die than go with them.

Chen asked Mae, who told him, ”There is an evil god in India named Arroyo Mi. She is ugly and rides a black donkey, and anyone who meets her will be unlucky, or even lose their life, so some people are used to using the black donkey's hooves for divination.”

Chen Ansheng heard it as fresh as he'd never heard of such a thing in his life in India. However, since he had a request, he could not use force. This made him scold the ancestors of the eight generations of the old shaman in his heart.

Before she could say anything, someone suddenly ran over to inform her that Wei Wuji had successfully used that huge vat to catch the octopus that had killed Mae's grandson.

Hearing this news, Mae rushed towards the lagoon like a madman. Chen Sha Ming had hurt his lungs in the Rat Temple, so he didn't dare to run too fast. He could only slowly chase after her. When he was about halfway to the village, he met a large group of islanders carrying a vat, singing and jumping into the village.

Maya walked at the front of the group, holding a black shroud in her arms as she wailed in tears. From time to time, she would shout out a few words in response to her companions who were shouting slogans.

Wei Wuji was walking behind him with his whole body drenched. A dozen young men were escorting him, like a hero who had just returned from a victory in the battlefield.