Inside this bizarre giant ship. Plus a series of weird encounters. I felt like my mind was starting to go into a trance. Exhaustion also came like a tidal wave.

I suddenly remembered. This shape of the lampstand is called a lamp slave. It is usually only seen in ancient burial chambers. How can there be such a design in this building ship?

Don't. This huge ship is one of a kind of tomb that I have never heard of.

And also. Why did the eyes of the lamp slave and the wood carving on it turn?

I suspect it's my delusion. So I suppressed the fear in my heart. Slowly take a step to the side. I found that the lamp slave's eyes also followed my movements.

Depend on. Are you sick. One stared at me to see what to do.

I quickly left the menora. But they crashed into another lampstand with the same shape.

After a brief hesitation. I lit the lampstand next to me. Then I was horrified to find that the lamp slave's eyes were also looking at me.

My heart was pounding in my chest. My breathing was uncontrollably short.

A mentally sound person. Even if they are stared at by the living. You also feel uncomfortable. Not to mention being stared at by such a dead thing.

Me at this time. It felt like it was covered in hair.

I drew my bayonet. The nameless fire made me angry and used the tip of my knife to pick at the lamp slave's eyeballs.

Only a "click" crunch sound was heard. The lamp slave's eyeballs were actually gouged out by me with a little force.

After the steel ball-like lamp slave's eyes hit the ground. "Bones" rolled and didn't know where to go. And a black mollusc worm crawled out of the lamp slave's eye socket. Catapulted at me.

I was extremely responsive. Swing the bayonet and slash through the air. Chop the worm into several pieces and drop it to the ground.

When looking down. I was surprised to find that the broken worm didn't die. And crawled towards me.

I lifted my foot and stomped hard. Crush the bugs. Make sure they're completely dead. before stopping.

Thinking of the danger just now. I blame myself for not acting so recklessly.

It doesn't matter if the lamp slave's eyes are looking at me. As long as there is no threat to me for the time being. I don't have to bother with it.

Maybe it's hunger and exhaustion that make me not in good spirits. It's easy to do impulsive things.

Now I'm here. Hungry and sleepy. I really need to take a good break. to relieve my fatigue.

I don't bother with the lamp slave on the wall anymore. Start double-checking the place I'm currently in.

Because the hull is huge. The interior space is also very large. Every time I go into the dark. He deliberately ignored the eyes of the lamp slave and lit the lampstand.

It took nearly half an hour. I've finally checked this floor. Except for the lampstand that is a little weird. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Although I found the stairs that led to the upper and lower floors. But I'm not ready to leave right away.

There was no wind inside the boat. The temperature is a bit higher than outside. And there's no danger in this layer. I should find a corner right away to recharge. In order to keep yourself in the best possible shape and face any possibility that will happen next.

Huge space. In addition to the wooden barrels that can be found everywhere. I also found rice and flour in a large clay pot piled up in a corner.

I don't know why. The rice has been carbonized and blackened. But the flour is still well preserved.

I grabbed a handful of flour and sniffed it in front of my nose. You can even smell a faint aroma.

If the ship was in the Yuan Dynasty, it would have been here. Isn't that a thousand years old? The flour is so well preserved. It's nothing short of a miracle. Miraculously I was a little afraid to eat it.

In this cabin. There wasn't even a single mouse. If any. I wouldn't mind grabbing one and eating it raw. Because I'm so hungry.

Since rice noodles were found in these clay pots. And what about the rest of the place.

The hungrier I get, the more I want to eat. The body is also getting weaker and weaker. Even my stomach was a little hungry and aching.

I'm targeting those barrels. And with a bayonet forcibly opened the cork of a barrel.

With a "poof" sound. A strange fragrance emanated from the mouth of the barrel.

I leaned over to the mouth of the barrel and sniffed hard. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was filled with wine.

It's unimaginable. The tightness of this cask is so good. Spanning such a long period of time. The wine inside is not even oxidized**. It doesn't volatilize cleanly. Instead, it became more refined.

I tried taking a sip. Stir the cold, smooth liquid with the tip of your tongue. Feel the endless mellow aroma. And quickly realized the ferocious stamina.

Think about it carefully. I've drunk a lot of high-end wines. Raffi, Merlot...... Even Romanée Conti I had a drink. But there is absolutely nothing like this seemingly humble wine in a barrel. I don't know that this wine is exquisitely brewed. It's still a long time to make a contribution.

As you can imagine. This cask of wine once it is alive. What a sensation it will be. What kind of high price will it be sold for.

Come to think of it. I tilted the barrel as if I were drinking mineral water. While swallowing, I felt that it was a sarcasm.

In a dangerous situation where there is no way out. I still have such a good wine to taste.

After a few big sips of wine. I felt like I was a little drunk. I also feel fearless. Start rummaging through. Nuts and fresh water were found in other wooden barrels.

So much better. Even if it's true that there is no way out. I'm not going to be a starving ghost.

I thought so. Holding a wooden barrel in a daze. Lie in a corner without a lampstand. He fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took. I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder.

I didn't pay attention to it at first. But it didn't take long for me to realize that something was wrong.

I'm the only one here. How could someone tapped me on the shoulder.

I snapped my eyes open. Bounce up. And raised the bayonet that I had always held in my hand. Look to the side.

Before my eyes. There was a blood-red human skeleton. Lift the bare skull. Look at me with those dark eyes.

"You...... What are you. I asked loudly. After asking, I realized that I had asked in vain.

It's a skeleton. There are no vocal cords at all. How is it possible to answer my question.

I sobered up seven minutes. Staring at the blood-red skeleton. Carefully move to the side. Keep recalling the details before falling asleep. But I found that I couldn't think of anything. I can't tell if this skeleton is here for a long time. I still ran over on my own after I fell asleep.

The skeleton is in a kneeling position. Motionless. Even I went around to it. It didn't move.

I cautiously poked out my bayonet. Touched the skeleton's skull slightly. I didn't expect its skull to be after I touched it. It fell to the ground.

If only that's it. I probably won't feel anything yet.

But. I saw it next with horror. The blood-colored skeleton actually stretched out the bones of his hand. Inserted from the fallen eye hole in the skull. Lifted the skull. Re-put it on his spine.

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