I'm not a drama god

Chapter 1405: Breathing Point

During this period, Teacher Ye felt very uncomfortable.

When they lived under the mother tree, although their range of movement was not large, at least they could go to and from school freely, choose their favorite meals, and manage their time at will. Under that small canopy, they had a free world that belonged to them alone.

But now?

Although the Fusion Faction had obtained asylum in the South China Sea, the children's life was no different from that of prisoners... The area of ​​operation was limited to a small factory, with people patrolling outside at all times. The meals were fixed every day and delivered by a special person. There were even Shinto owners escorting them. Those people looked at the children of the Fusion Faction with caution, as if they were looking at a group of wild animals in a zoo.

Teacher Ye can see the look in the children's eyes, which has changed from being radiant when they were under the mother tree to gradually turning into fear and inferiority. Everyone is treating them as monsters, and even they themselves are beginning to doubt themselves.

Teacher Ye wanted to break people's prejudices, so he didn't mind going to the battlefield. He believed that Lao Lang and his men would be willing to do so. As long as they could make contributions on the battlefield, perhaps the children could gain a part of it...even a little bit of freedom and equality.

"No." The blind man refused without hesitation.

"Teacher Ye, I hope you can understand that this is a matter of life and death for the South China Sea. We cannot take even the slightest risk."

As soon as these words came out, Teacher Ye's face turned visibly pale. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he could only fall silent.

Teacher Ye was no longer in the mood to listen to what was said in the subsequent meeting.

When the meeting was over, he was still sitting there in a daze until a hand gently patted his shoulder.

Teacher Ye looked up and saw Han Meng standing behind him.

"Teacher Ye, the meeting is over." Han Meng reminded.

"……Um."

Teacher Ye came to his senses, turned around and walked out of the meeting room, his back looking haggard and helpless.

When everyone left the meeting room, the blind man still did not move. He sat quietly in the same place, his fingertips constantly calculating something in his hands, his brows furrowed more and more...

"Strange thing..."

"Why...I can't figure it out?"

……

Dong Dong Dong——! !

A dull roar came from the sky above the South China Sea.

On the other side of the sky, countless spell-cast sea monsters were climbing up the turtle shell in layers. They used their tentacles, teeth, tails, and claws to frantically pound the outer surface of the turtle shell, making a thunderous sound.

But every time they hit, a layer of ink would spread out on the surface of the turtle shell, as if a layer of protection was added to the already extremely hard shell. No matter how hard they hit, it was difficult to leave any marks. Only a few high-level disasters could blast out cracks.

And in different parts of the tortoise shell, countless disasters were surging along the gaps on the edge of the tortoise shell like a whirlpool, continuously drilling into it.

"Hurry! The people on the first line of defense can't hold on any longer. People on the second line of defense, take over!"

"Don't panic! The enemy will only attack from the breathing hole. As long as we keep our rhythm, they won't be able to attack!"

"There are two seventh-level disasters and one eighth-level disaster in this batch!"

"Don't be afraid. Focus on solving other disasters. Someone will take care of the higher-level disasters!"

"..."

Behind one of the air vents, countless figures were rushing forward to kill the disasters that rushed in. The semi-encirclement defense line plus the "word storage" ability of Shushendao almost turned this place into a disaster slaughterhouse. Any relatively low-level disaster that broke in would be killed here within a minute.

At the moment when two seventh-order disasters and one eighth-order disaster attacked, several figures flew out from behind.

Pu Sanyuan had been prepared for a long time, and as he joined the battlefield, the fighting became more intense.

Just as Han Meng was about to step forward, Pu Chunshu stopped him:

"Uncle Sanyuan is here, so nothing serious will happen. You should save your strength and go support other places."

"Where are the other vents?"

"Every fifteen kilometers, there is a gas outlet."

Han Meng was slightly startled when he heard this, and then seemed to realize something, "Did you leave these vents on purpose?"

"How could we have such ability?" Pu Chunshu said with a smile, "It was probably arranged by Lord Nanhai and our ancestors."

Han Meng nodded, "Very smart... If the entire South China Sea boundary is sealed with turtle shells without leaving any gaps, it will be safe in the short term, but they will sooner or later open cracks, and the location of the cracks cannot be predicted...

But if a gap is reserved for them in advance, this group of disasters will give up indiscriminate large-scale attacks and instead attack the gap directly, firmly controlling the position of the battlefield in their own hands, occupying the geographical advantage, and being able to defend more persistently.

No wonder you call it a 'vent' instead of a gap."

"It is better to drain than to block." Pu Chunshu summarized the tactics of the South China Sea Boundary with four words, "Everything left by our ancestors makes sense."

"Then I'll go check out another outlet."

Han Meng set off to rush to other directions.

Han Meng passed through several air vents in turn. The sizes of these air vents seemed to have been precisely calculated. There were basically small air vents near a large air vent. Most of the disasters in the Forbidden Sea were large in size, and the disasters that could enter through the small air vents were not very strong. In this way, the South China Sea Boundary not only blocked the disasters, but also screened them based on their strength.

"This Lord Nanhai is indeed not simple." Han Meng murmured to himself.

Just as Han Meng was on his way, his peripheral vision fell on the street beside him. Perhaps it was the keen intuition brought by [Judgment], he instantly locked onto a petite figure in the crowd who was trying to run.

She was a girl wearing a brown linen dress and a small yellow hat on her head. She was holding the brim of the hat tightly with both hands, perfectly covering the two furry ears on her head. She was carefully observing her surroundings while running towards the factory.

"...Fuser?" Han Meng narrowed his eyes slightly, hesitated for a moment, and still did not step forward to stop him.

He could probably guess where the girl had run from.

Han Meng retracted his gaze and continued to rush towards the next air outlet...

At this time, Xiao Tao was unaware of Han Meng's existence. She walked through the crowded streets and came to the factory where the fusion faction lived.

She looked around and saw no one, so she jumped directly into the sewer nearby, crawled into the factory along the "dog hole" left by Xiaobai, and then quietly sealed the "dog hole" again.

"Xiao Tao, you're finally back!" At this moment, a voice sounded from the darkness.