The door-to-door son-in-law is a wealthy family

Chapter 540 Ghost Ship

It's very fast.

The engine has been refitted, it is particularly large, and the fuel tank is also large, twice the size of an ordinary speedboat, and it is full of oil.

It is enough to show that the speedboat can be driven for a long time.

Sure enough, it opened for more than six hours from nine o'clock in the morning to nearly three o'clock in the afternoon.

Calculated at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour, seven or eight hundred kilometers have been driven.

The sun was very hot, and Xia Fan was only wearing underpants, and his body was scorched red and his head was dizzy.

Worst of all, he hastily jumped into the speedboat without water.

Replaced by ordinary people, already collapsed!

Suddenly, the speedboat stopped, indicating that it had reached its destination.

Xia Fan looked left and right, and there was a vast expanse of white sea everywhere, even on the horizon, he couldn't see a ship passing by.

He is now on the high seas.

It can't even be called the sea anymore, it should be called the ocean.

Xia Fan twisted his neck, only feeling that the skin all over his body was hot and painful under the sun.

It was like being cut by countless knives, and smoke was coming out of his throat.

He smiled wryly, he was so anxious about his wife that he didn't even bring water, so it might not be easy in this state.

Picking up the only mobile phone I carried with me, I wanted to make a call, but found that there was no signal at all.

Xia Fan even suspected that he was being led into a blood pit.

damn thing!

I don't want to stop here and be roasted to death by the sun.

At this moment, there was a rumbling sound in the sky.

Look up.

A small helicopter came over, hanging over 20 meters above its head, and dropped a length of rope.

Xia Fan immediately grabbed the rope and wanted to climb up, but a sturdy black man emerged from the cabin with a machine gun in his hand, pointing the gun at him.

The big man smiled and said: "Hey, you must not climb up, or you will be smashed into pieces, just hold on to the rope and don't fall."

Xia Fan forced himself to calm down, twisted his hand, and let the rope tie a knot on his wrist to ensure that he would not fall off the rope.

Then, the helicopter drove away.

While driving on this side, it kept shaking from side to side, driving Xia Fan who was hanging on the rope, like a swinging pendulum.

His internal organs kept churning, and he almost didn't spit it out.

Xia Fan knew that the person who piloted the plane was deliberately torturing him, but he had no choice but to use the technique of breathing and breathing taught by Mr. Jin to slowly adjust the blood and try to restore his strength.

The helicopter flew for more than two hours.

A ghost ship suddenly appeared on the sea ahead.

The so-called ghost ship is not a real ghost, but a ship that has been destroyed and drifts on the ocean without an owner.

On the vast ocean, there are not a few such ghost ships, just like those abandoned satellite parts in space, wandering around again and again.

This ghost ship is very large, it is 60 meters long.

The hull of the boat has been tilted to one side, looking very dilapidated, and there are still some moss growing on the surface of the boat.

The helicopter stopped right above the ghost ship.

The big black man said loudly: "Boy, jump down, it's about seven or eight meters away from the deck."

Xia Fan exhaled, found his bearings, let go of his hands, and his whole body hit the boat like a missile.

Suddenly, there was severe pain in both feet, and the rotten deck was stepped on, and his flesh was cut by the cracks.

Xia Fan handled the debris carefully, pulled out his legs, stood on the deck, and looked around.

Suddenly, a voice came out: "Xia Fan, congratulations on your successful arrival here. I am honored to tell you that you and your wife are already on the same boat, and the straight-line distance will not exceed 30 meters."

Xia Fan turned his head and saw that there was a person leaning against the door of the cabin, it was Lin Miaoxuan.

There was a weird smile on his face, and ferocious complacency flashed in his eyes, holding a bottle of Nongfu Spring, drinking it with relish.

Xia Fan, who hadn't drank water for several hours and was exposed to the scorching sun, couldn't help but gulped.

Lin Miaoxuan shook his head and sighed: "It's really poor Young Master Xia. He was exposed to the sun for six or seven hours in a speedboat, and then he was hung on a rope and dangled in the air for so long."

"You're almost dehydrated, so I'll reward you with this bottle of water."

He screwed back the cap and threw half a bottle of mineral water at Xia Fan's feet.

Xia Fan kicked it away, and smiled lightly: "I'll beat you to death, it's not too late to find water to drink, anyway, I believe there is other water in this boat."

Lin Miaoxuan nodded and hooked his fingers towards him.

Turned around, did not enter the cabin.

Xia Fan followed, got into the cabin, and found that it was also in dilapidated condition.

There is a staircase leading to the next floor, and there are footsteps below.

Xia Fan stepped on it without hesitation, was taken aback for a moment, and then was furious!

The space below is very large, like a dilapidated warehouse.

The place where Xia Fan came down was the cabin side.

On the other side of the boat, Xue Yazhi was tied to the board, almost naked, as if she had been humiliated.

She was originally tilting her head to one side, but when she heard the noise, she raised her head, saw Xia Fan, and immediately cried, "Xia Fan!!"

Then he said: "I'm sorry, Xia Fan, I was accidentally tied up again, and you have to work so hard to save me every time, am I useless?"

A sad smile appeared on her face.

Xia Fan shook his head, feeling extremely heartbroken: "I'm sorry for you, daughter-in-law, I said to protect you well, and won't let you suffer any more harm, but I always can't do it."

"But I feel like this must be the last time."

"Lin Miaoxuan, I don't care if you are Lin Miaoxuan or someone else, this time—"

"I want you to die without a place to bury you!"

He pointed to Lin Miaoxuan who was standing next to Xue Yazhi.

The guy shook his head, and said grimly: "Don't talk such big words, whether you can pass these three tests is another matter."

In the large space between Xia Fan and him, there are indeed three levels.

The first level: five short, but very muscular men, like a wolf and a tiger, all of them hold sharp Nepalese machetes in their hands.

The Nepalese scimitar is known as the world's number one cold weapon. In the hands of a master who is familiar with knife skills, it can literally split bullets.

There is no doubt that these five people are all masters of using machetes.

The second level: three very obese men with a height of more than two meters, they are simply three piles of meat, each weighing more than [-] kilograms, and the fat on the chest and stomach is like a curtain, hanging down.

They should be sumo wrestlers from Wa country.

The third level: There are only two old men in their 70s and [-]s with fluttering white beards and calm faces, but there is a faint flash of light when their eyes open and close.

They should be Chinese.

Seeing this, Xia Fan felt completely threatened! !

He heard from Mr. Jin that there are not only martial arts practitioners in this world, but also cultivators.

A practitioner can blow up a hill with one punch.

One kick can kick an elephant tens of meters away!

This is not something that martial arts practitioners can compare.

Moreover, their skills are not limited by age, and even the older they are, the stronger their skills will be.

These two old people are very likely to be advanced practitioners.

So, it's the last level!