But when I reacted, the boat made a muffled sound, as if it had been hit by something, and I grabbed the side of the boat, but the old lame Tan, who was busy watching the situation, was not so lucky.

I stumbled over, picked up the rope and handed it over for him to grab.

Tan Lao Cripple is very watery, it stands to reason that he can easily climb onto the boat, I dragged it back, but after dragging it for a long time, I found that his body still didn't move, as if he was hooked by something in the river?

I took a closer look, only to find that half of a black human face was faintly floating in the water behind Old Cripple Tan, and one of his black hands was tightly grasping one of Old Cripple's legs.

I was so frightened that I subconsciously let go of the rope in my hand, and the moment the rope fell, Tan Lao Cripple seemed to be caught in a whirlpool, and was dragged into the bottom of the river by the black hand at once.

I was only dulled for a moment, because the appearance of the dark face was so abrupt that it scared me in the middle of the night.

When I reacted, I grabbed the rope again, reached out and pulled the rope, and it felt light, and there was a bang in my head, and the blood in my body rushed to my brain.

I pulled the rope desperately, and the rope was quickly pulled out of the water, and there was nothing at that end.

I sat on the ground in a daze, my mind full of the strange human face and the scene of the crippled man Tan finally being swept into the river.

I sat down on the ground and looked at the rope in my hand in a daze.

Old Tan is lame, missing.

"The bottom of the sea is full of those things now, don't go near the sea!" Ye Siming was afraid that I would do something out of the ordinary, and told me in my ear.

Because now the situation is serious.

Originally, he was supposed to show up, but if he came out, there was a good chance that he would cause trouble, but I was not familiar with the sea at all, so I ran out of ideas for a while.

When I came, I cut a few paper-cutting people, but paper-cutting is afraid of fire, and I am also afraid of water, unless these water ghosts go ashore, otherwise paper-cutting has no way of ghosts, as long as it is touched by seawater, it will become waste paper.

I got up and lay on the side of the boat and desperately shouted to Old Cripple Tan, surrounded by the sound of waves and wind, and no one responded.

I did not give up, nor did I accept this fact, so I hurried to the bow of the boat, trying to try it from a different angle and find the blind man.

After turning the searchlight a few times, I found that at some point, our ship was completely shrouded in thick fog, as if trapped in an isolated place.

I adjusted the brightness of the searchlight to the maximum, adjusted the direction again, and a bright light broke through the thick fog and shone towards the surrounding sea.

Everywhere there is a swarthy water, and a faint mist, black waves rolling, and the yellow lights and black water are intertwined, which is particularly eerie.

And when the searchlight found the surface of the sea, I saw a lot of people swimming at the bottom of the sea, swimming, fluttering, dressed in white and some circling around the boat.

They are like water snakes intertwined in the water.

Under the searchlight, I saw a lot of white faces, and it was said that the density of the human body was about the same as that of water.

After the corpse sinks to the bottom of the water, as the corpse decays, the body gradually becomes bloated, and these corpse qi turns the person into a hideous-looking big-headed ghost with his lips turned out.

At this time, as the corpse qi increases, the corpse will gradually float to the surface, first the upper limbs will float up, and then the lower limbs.

Because the pelvis of women and men are different, the floating corpse also has a characteristic, which is called "male prostrate and female prostrate".

What is even more terrifying is that I realized at this time that our boat was actually moving on its own, at a speed that was not slow, towards the thick fog.