I couldn't hold it anymore, so I reached out and grabbed the wooden boat, or I would have sunk.

The white light on the bow of the boat was so faint that it could not even penetrate the whole ship, and the back half of the boat was almost hidden in the darkness, and I could faintly see that there seemed to be a man sitting in the stern of the boat.

Looking at the silhouette, the man sat in the stern of the boat with his head bowed and hunched over, and seemed to be wearing a hooded cloak.

I really wanted to get away from this person, but the strange sleepiness always haunted me, and I couldn't find a solution, so if I hadn't taken this boat, I would have drowned in a minute.

So I moved to the bow of the boat, trying to get as far away as possible from the man at the stern.

The boat drifted forward slowly, but it was clear that no one was rowing, and I didn't see any power system, but the boat was drifting so steadily, which also made me even more convinced that this was probably a ghost ship.

The sleepiness in my head grew thicker, and with the last of my strength I dragged my heavy and weak body onto the boat, and overturned in the cabin.

The boat was three or four meters long at most, and now I had the white oil lamp above my head, and the man in the cloak at my feet, and I was desperately shrinking my feet for fear that I would kick him if I stretched out my legs.

There was something wrong in the water, and I lay on the boat for a few seconds, so I sat up as slowly and steadily as I could, and quietly looked into the darkness at the stern of the boat.

The darkness at the stern of the ship was like a ball of cotton wool, and the kerosene lamp occasionally swayed a few times because of the rocking of the boat, but the boundaries of the light were always firmly fixed in the position of the hull, and it seemed that nothing could be illuminated from there.

The man was silent in the darkness, and I was even more convinced that I wasn't blinded, that it was definitely a living person, because I heard his gasp.

His breathing was very weak and extremely uneven, sometimes long and sometimes short, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, and it was as if a mouthful of thousand-year-old thick phlegm was stuck in his throat.

I really don't know what to do with the current situation, it's impossible to get into the water in the first place, and that's to find death.

However, although the person in front of me is strange, at least there is no real threat to me for the time being, and after weighing the pros and cons, it may be wisest for me to stay on this ship now.

Just as my mind was in turmoil, the boat slowly stopped.

At the same time, almost at the end of my field of vision, a myriad of white fires suddenly appeared, almost identical to the light emanating from the oil lamp behind me.

I looked around and saw that there was this white light in all directions, and without exception it was slowly approaching my direction, as if I were the center of this mysterious assembly.

I tried to put my hand in the water, but the feeling of drowsiness that was waiting for an opportunity soon came over, and it seemed that it was impossible to escape from the water, and if I went into the water, drowning would be my final destination.

Slowly, all the white lights stopped, and although they were near and far, they were relatively evenly spaced between each of them, and I looked at the few white lights that were closer to me, yes, they were all emitting from the small oil lamps in the bow of the boat.

Now around me, there are hundreds of wooden boats moored in a faint white light.

My nervous heart was about to crack as I sat on the boat, and the boats around me stood still, moving nothing but the faint wheezing of breath.

"Wow-"

I was thinking wildly, when suddenly the water splashed my face, and I was afraid to turn my head and look over, and I found a man lying on the small boat behind me, and that man was dragging one hand in the water, and he was trying to raise my face again.

"Who are you?" I asked softly.

The man was three or four meters away from me, just enough distance for me to see his face through the white light.

It was an old man of fifty or sixty years old, covered in dirt and seemed to be covered with dried blood, this man was already weak, and looking at the expression on his face, I was afraid that he might die at any time.

When the old man saw that I noticed him, he retracted his hand back into the boat, "Do you have a way to get out?" ”

Although this question is sad but also funny, if I have the ability to go out, will I sit in this small boat like a hostage, but looking at his painful appearance, I can't refute his hope.

"Not yet, what's wrong with you? What is this place? ”

The old man barely sat up straight and touched the mud on his face with his hand dipped in water, and after the old face full of ravines was washed, it looked like an old scholar's temperament.

"My name is Chen Donghan, a freelance scholar."

I didn't expect him to introduce himself abruptly, so I could only follow and say: "My name is Wu Yan, and I'm here to travel." ”

Chen Donghan smiled and nodded, probably seeing that he had a partner, his complexion was a little better, but he actually began to explain to me without beginning or end, "This is Gu Dian (dia

1) In the territory of the country, but we are in a sentence town (gou1di

g1) in an underground building. ”

I usually watch those National Geographic documentaries, and I vaguely remember that there were a few countries with awkward names but very handsome sounds, such as Yelang Country, Jumachi Country, Ancient Dian Country, Ailao Country, etc., and these countries are all relied on.

But I only remember these names, and I watched these documentaries with the purpose of expanding my extracurricular knowledge, and I didn't remember anything about the history and humanities of these countries.

However, there is a very strange point that I heard, according to what Chen Donghan just said, this should be the territory of the Dian Kingdom, so why are we in the underground buildings of the Jumachi Kingdom.

Why can one country dig a hole in another country's territory?

Chen Donghan saw that I had doubts on his face, and smiled very gently, showing the demeanor of a teacher who saw a good student, "King Jumachi was crowned king during the reign of Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty for his merits in war horses. Later, Wang Mang usurped power and wanted to degrade the king of Jumachi as a marquis, and a fierce war broke out between the two sides, and then Wang Mang's regime collapsed, and the war was over. ”

Although I listened to it with relish, it had nothing to do with how we escaped, "Mr. Chen, I know that this history is very important to us, but now our top priority is to escape, does what you said help?" ”

Chen Donghan smiled and nodded, but I was still a little impatient.

But since Mr. Chen has expressed his position, then I don't have any reason to interrupt him, although I haven't heard what this has to do with our escape for the time being, but I guess there will be some clues in the future.