As soon as the old prostitute climbed onto the deck and stood up, the deck immediately made a crispy sound of wood, and in an instant the cabin was filled with falling dust. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I immediately left where the old prostitute was standing, for fear that this guy would fall and hit himself.

The old prostitute also felt bad on the deck, and did not dare to move, squatting on the deck with both hands on the wood. After a few seconds, he shouted to me: "Don't come up yet, I'm afraid I can't carry two people on this top." ”

For the sake of safety, I ran out of the cabin and stood outside to shine on the deck, but the old prostitute was standing in a position where the flashlight could not be seen at all, and I didn't know if he was still squatting in the position just now.

After a while, the old prostitute appeared in my flashlight, but he was not looking at the boat, but at the front of the boat.

I subconsciously followed and looked forward, but I couldn't see anything at all, the front was as wide as here, and there was nothing special about it, except that the stone wall was a deep black hole.

While I was looking ahead, the old prostitute had already jumped off the deck and called out to me to get my backpack as she walked forward. I didn't know what this guy saw on it, so I ran into the cabin, picked up my backpack and chased after it.

After catching up with the old prostitute, I asked him what he saw on deck.

He said: He saw a ferry in front of him. He also said that the coffin ship was really strange, there were five coffin slots on the deck for coffins, and he didn't see the sail poles.

I looked forward carefully, but I didn't see a ferry in front of me. While looking ahead, I was thinking about the ancient coffin ship.

In my impression, the coffin ships are all one ship with one coffin or one ship with two coffins, and I really haven't heard of the phenomenon of one ship with five coffins. The ancient people paid great attention to the method of transporting the body, and there were many rules, even if there were fellow villagers who died in a foreign land, but they were never allowed to be transported on the same ship unless they were relatives, and there was a very special rule in some places, that is, after the body arrived, the coffin ship should be burned on the spot as the product of the deceased.

In fact, the ancient coffin ship is not very common, it can be said to be very rare, only some dignitaries or wealthy businessmen will hire a coffin ship to bring the body of the deceased back to their hometown for burial when they die in a foreign land. Usually ordinary people can't afford to hire a coffin ship. Not to mention that it is the first time I have seen a shipload of five coffins like this, even the first time I have heard of it. This made me a little more curious about this coffin ship.

In addition to curiosity, there was also a burst of regret in my heart, why didn't I go up to see it in person just now, you must know that the ancient coffin ships are very rare, most of the coffin ships will be bought and burned after transporting the remains, and those that can be preserved to the present are also rare.

"Don't go, this is it." I glanced at it, and before I knew it, I had walked in front of the old prostitute. The old prostitute continued: "What do you kid think? ”

"I didn't think about anything, I just wondered how that coffin ship could have five coffin slots." I looked around and asked, "Where's the ferry?" ”

"On your head," the old prostitute pointed to my head.

I looked up and saw that in the height of seventeen or eighteen meters, there was a stone wall that was partially protruding, but no matter how I looked at it, I couldn't tell that it was a ferry, but more like a large stone sticking out of the stone wall.

"We'll have to find a way to get up," the old prostitute said as she searched for something from her backpack. I knew what he was looking for, he was looking for ropes, but we didn't have ropes at all, all the ropes were used in the cliffs.

"Don't look for it, there is only one way to go up, you can only climb it with your bare hands." I said.

"I'm okay with this height, I'm afraid you're a little difficult." The old prostitute looked at me with a wicked smile on her face.

"Don't fucking look down on people, if you can go up, I can go up." I choked back.

"My god, I don't mean to look down on you, I see that your current physical condition is not good, or let's rest for a while and then go up."

"Don't fucking talk nonsense, if you want to get on, hurry up." I was the first to come to the stone wall and take a closer look, and although the stones were smooth, they were not without a place to start.

After a few hands-on attempts, I decided I could, so I started climbing a few meters upwards. To be honest, these few meters seem to be very easy, but they are actually not easy, especially when carrying a backpack, I always feel like my back is being dragged back like a hand.

After climbing to about ten meters, I suddenly thought of a question and couldn't help asking: "Old prostitute, if it wasn't a ferry, but just a rock sticking out, have you ever thought about how we should come down?" ”

I think this is a very serious problem, after all, it is seventeen or eighteen meters above the ground, and if you really climb up and find that it is not a ferry, it will be difficult to come down. Regular rock climbers know that it is easier to climb upwards without any rope protection, while climbing downwards is dangerous.

"It's okay, if it's not the ferry, you jump down, and I'll pick you up."

As soon as the old prostitute's voice fell, I immediately glanced down, because I realized that the old prostitute's voice was wrong, and his voice was not around me, but below.

Damn, I really wanted to scold the old prostitute, but he didn't follow me up, but stood down and watched me.

For a while, I really had a feeling that I wanted to beat up the old prostitute, and this guy told me that it was a ferry, but he didn't climb up himself, but he fucking let me climb up and take risks.

"You can do it, you really can, you fucking said that it was a ferry above, why didn't you climb up yourself?" I stopped at the original geology and asked.

"I'm going to climb, but you're faster than me, there's no way, I can only wait for you below." The old prostitute then said, "If you don't come down, I'll go up." ”

"Fuck off, uncle, you've climbed so high, you let me go down." I cursed, glanced up, it wasn't that tall anymore, gritted my teeth and continued to climb up.

Although I was a little unhappy that the old prostitute didn't come up, it didn't affect my climbing rhythm, but I felt more confident. Knowing that the old prostitute is underneath, even if I accidentally fall, this guy will follow me, at least without worrying about falling on the ground.

Soon I climbed to the rock, and as the old prostitute said, it was a ferry.

"Well, it's the ferry, right?" The old prostitute asked below.

I didn't answer him immediately, but looked at it first. Looking inside along the rock, it was a gourd-shaped cave, and the place where I was the gourd mouth, and the more I looked inside, the larger the space became.

After hearing that I was sure that it was the ferry, the old prostitute began to climb upward. I didn't go inside alone, waiting for the old prostitute to come up on the rocks that came out.