Yang Fei looked at the situation so dire and was secretly frightened.
Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he shouted loudly to Elder Situ.
"You hold on first, I'll immediately find a way to get rid of these ants."
After Yang Fei finished speaking, he turned and rushed off the deck.
In the yacht's lower cabins, there should be gasoline and cooking oil; these ants can only be driven away by fire.
Just as Yang Fei got off the deck, he saw a guy wearing a black cloak.
The guy was wearing sunglasses, holding a Blind Man's Cane, muttering to himself.
A faint sour and rancid smell emanated from his body.
Countless ants crawled out from the snakeskin bag behind him.
Countless ants, densely packed, climbed all over his body.
Billions of ants made his body appear thicker.
He seemed to be wearing a furry tight outfit, only the part above his head was exposed outside.
Such a strange person was utterly creepy.
What Yang Fei found unbelievable was that the ants didn't bite this freak.
