When I got to the stern of the boat, I looked at the sea behind the boat, and I saw a black shadow with a vague outline floating about fifty meters away from the sailboat.

It was seven or eight meters long and five or six meters wide, and it was shaped like a large turtle crawling under the water.

I was staring at the thing when Fiser suddenly copied it from behind and knocked me down.

Suddenly I fell on my head, and my elbows and knees ached, and I couldn't help but ask Fis'er: "Well, what are you!" ”

Fiser whispered, "The biggest wave hasn't come yet." ”

How do you know that there is a big wave behind you, could it be that you really have the ability to predict the future?

I just thought so in my heart, but I didn't ask it, but it was Fiser who took the initiative to tell me: "That loud noise just now is the sorrow of the black death, and when the clouds merge again, there will be a strong undercurrent rolling through the bottom of the sea, and it is difficult to say whether our ship will capsize at that time." ”

I said, "Why don't you go back to the cabin!" ”

Fiser hurriedly shook his head: "When the undercurrent hits, the deck is the safest. ”

For me, this sea is truly "uncharted", and I know absolutely zero about it, and I have no way to make my own judgment, so I can only listen to Fisher's words.

Since he had said so, I couldn't refute it, but I quickly shifted my body, grabbed a handle, and pressed my face to the deck, waiting for the undercurrent to come.

1 minute, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes...... Seeing that another half an hour had passed, the imaginary bumps had not appeared, and when I looked up at the sky, the dark clouds had no intention of reuniting.

I cast a suspicious look at Fis'e, and Fis'e looked at the sky, also with a puzzled face.

I'll think about the undercurrent later, and now it's a matter of whether it will appear or not, I got up again, quickly climbed to the stern, and looked carefully towards the place where the black shadow appeared.

It was still behind our ship, and there was no change in the distance between it and the stern, and the waves were so thick that I could see that the thing was writhing and swimming slightly.

It's like a beast that quietly follows its prey, as if waiting for the best moment to deliver a fatal blow.

Fiseu called me twice from behind, and when he saw that I ignored him, he quickly approached, and he gasped at the sight of the shadow following behind the ship.

"What's that?" Fisser asked me tremblingly.

I shook my head: "Don't ask me about this, this is my first time in the Inland Sea, and I should be the one who doesn't know the situation." ”

Fiser didn't know what was coming to mind, and his tone became more and more nervous: "How long has it been with us?" ”

I still shook my head: "I don't know." ”

After that, Fiser said another sentence, which made my heart cold for most of the time, and I heard him say nervously: "This thing can't come out of the black sea, right?" ”

This sentence reminded me once again of the horrors of that black sea.

That extreme, pure horror can most squeeze people's hearts and nerves, and just thinking about the circumstances at that time, I have a faint sense of despair.

At this moment, I thought about the turbulence of the ship in the dark sea, although I was nervous at the time, but not so nervous that I hallucinated, at that time something did hit the ship, and since the ship was hit, the depth of the boat's draft seemed to have deepened, but I don't know if this was my delusion.

Fess stared at the dark shadow for a moment, then suddenly turned around and leaned over to the cabin.

I don't know what he's doing in the cabin, but I don't have the heart to ask at the moment.

It wasn't long before Fiseu returned with a monocular.

He handed me the binoculars: "Take a closer look at what that thing is." ”

I said in my heart why don't you watch it yourself, but when I saw that he looked extremely nervous, I understood that he didn't want to see it, but he didn't dare to look at it, he was probably worried that he would see something too terrifying, and his heart couldn't stand the stimulation.

For the sea we are in, Feseu's heart is full of fear.

I could feel it, it was a black, oppressive fear.

He must have had something extremely bad happen to him in this part of the sea.

I took the binoculars, pressed my right eye against the barrel, and looked at the location of the dark shadow, and at first I could only vaguely see a lot of things rising and falling under the water, until I adjusted the focus, and I could clearly see that it was a large pile of algae crawling under the surface of the sea.

How could algae follow our boat?

I felt that something was wrong, so I calmed down and made a closer look, and found that there were large filaments in the seemingly aquatic weed-like things, and after repeated identification, I realized that those filaments were a lump of hair buried under the water's surface.

From my point of view, it must have been clumps of hair stained with mud and moss, because in the crevices of the moss, I saw several bare scalps.

Fiseu seemed to be a little impatient, and he patted me on the shoulder and told me to give him back the binoculars.

I waved my hand and motioned for him to be quiet.

Just as he tapped me on the shoulder, the dark shadow under the surface of the sea quickly writhed a few times, and a gap gradually emerged in the middle of the large area of hair.

I didn't dare to take my eyes off for a moment, staring at the gap.

The sunlight sprinkled on the sea through the gaps between the dark clouds, and through the gaps between the floating hairs, illuminating the large bubbles floating under the sea surface, and those bubbles formed a dense curtain, making the underwater vision very blurred, but all the bubbles were blocked by the floating hair, and they could not jump up to the sea at all.

Through the dense layer of bubbles, several figures with extremely strange proportions gradually revealed.

He has a large head, narrow chest, slender limbs, and an extremely thick neck.

Behind the boat, it was not a turtle, but a group of humanoids gathered together, and the black shadows floating below the surface of the sea were nothing more than their hair gathered together.

I only made out the details, and the gap at the top of the floating hair slowly closed again, and the sunlight could no longer penetrate the underside of the floating hair.

At this time, Fiser was slapping me on the shoulder again, and I handed him the binoculars, but after waiting for a long time, he did not reach out to take it.

It wasn't until I looked back at him that he didn't look at me at all, when he tapped me the shoulder and raised his other hand and pointed nervously to the left side of the sailboat.

I looked in the direction of his finger and saw a huge black mound rapidly pressing down on us.