Zhang Dan was incredulous and repeatedly confirmed, yes, he was a cold-faced scholar.

"Yes, the fisherman must know."

Jin Yang searched all over the place, but there was no trace of the fisherman. Just like last time, the fisherman disappeared again for no apparent reason.

Jin Mantang crouched down and carefully identified the layer of skin that was thrown aside. Something other than the skin lay on the deck, and Jin Yang remembered the statue he had seen in the cabin.

If the flesh is dried, it will be very similar to a statue.

There was another candle under the cabin, Jin Mantang walked over, frowned, put his finger on the candle, buckled a small piece down, rubbed it on his hand a few times, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and his face suddenly changed.

"There's something wrong with this candle." Jin Mantang muttered to himself.

"What's the problem?"

"This candle isn't made of wax oil, it's like..."

"What's the like?"

"It's like it's made of animal fat." Jin Mantang's face was terrifyingly gloomy, "I mean, it's made of corpse oil. ”

A terrible thought rose in Jin Yang's heart, could it be that this brand new candle was made of the corpse oil of the cold-faced scholar?

There is no other possibility.

"Old fisherman, are you still here? Can you come out and speak? Jin Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly spoke.

A deep voice came from the cabin where Jiang Xiao's painting was located: "Yes, you guessed it right, the candle is indeed made of corpse oil. The cold-faced scholar coveted the gold and silver jewelry that should have belonged to Jiang Xiao, so he deserved to die. It's cheap for him to die like that, and I'm going to use it to make candles, and the man-eating grass threw his body up. Jiang Xiao spent almost all her life in the dark, and it was only in the last few months of her life that she knew what the world was like. ”

Jin Yang rushed towards there, but did not see the fisherman.

The flashlight flickered over there, and the painting stood out.

Jiang Xiao's eyes blinked in the painting. Jin Yang took a deep breath and exhaled a long breath: "Miss Jiang, I understand your grievances, it is the pirates who hurt you, not us." ”

There was silence and no response, and the flame of the candle in the painting fluttered slightly.

Jin Yang took down the painting, and an old black and white photo was hung on the wall behind him.

It was a picture of a fisherman, signed two years ago, and the fisherman had died two years earlier. What I saw and heard just now cannot be described in words.

"It's not good, Zhang Dan is in danger."

Thinking like this in his heart, Jin Yang immediately rushed to the deck, and there were several people around the deck, stunned and at a loss.

In the area they enclosed, Zhang Dan's eyes were bleeding and gurgling down.

He held his hair in both hands, and the expression on his face was extremely painful. I wanted to shout, but my throat felt like something was choking, and I struggled very hard, but I couldn't make any sound.

Zhang Dan beckoned to the rest of the people, but they didn't move.

The top of Zhang Dan's scalp seemed to be pulled by something, and there was something invisible around him.

The scalp was torn open by a pair of invisible hands, and the skull popped out at the base of the ear.

Jin Yang picked up an iron rod and smashed it at the transparent person beside Zhang Dan, and threw himself into the air.

"It's useless." Tong Xiangyu said, "We have already tried it just now. ”

Zhang Dan's skin was peeled off to his neck, and his skull was completely exposed, hideous and terrifying, and the blood vessels in his neck suddenly burst open, and blood splashed everywhere.

The eyeballs fell on the deck, and it was not until the whole skin was peeled down to the base of his thighs that Zhang Dan fell to the ground with a bang, trembling all over, and soon stopped moving.

In addition to the shock, all that remained was the whistling sea breeze with the smell of blood.

It was dawn, there was a red glow in the sky, the sun peeked out of the clouds, and the whole ghost ship was dead silent.

There was a distance of 100 meters left from Changshou Island, and along the way, the wind and water were smooth, and it was not until the shore that the ghost boat stopped.

In front of him was a mountain peak, steep and rocky, and the ghost ship had deviated from its established course, and if it followed the circular line, it should be possible to find the harbor.

After walking for about five minutes, he walked less than a hundred meters, and when he looked back, he saw that the ghost ship was gradually sinking.

There was a man standing on the deck, looking over to them, and the sea gradually flooded his face, never wavering, letting it go over his head.

"That's the fisherman." Tong Xiangyu said.

"You saw that too?"

"Is he a human or a ghost?" Tong Xiangyu pursed her lips lightly, "I hope this ghost ship will never come up again in the future, just let it be silent at the bottom of the sea forever!" ”

Several people glanced at each other, turned their heads, and walked forward.

Not far ahead, a mountain trail winds upwards. The surrounding trees are so large that an apple is the size of a basketball and a plantain leaf is as big as a boat.

Situ Nan told them that Xu Fu had brought a magical spiritual seed here to have such a masterpiece. After years of erosion and crustal movement, during the Song Dynasty, Changshou Island sank to the bottom of the sea, knowing that it was also because of the earth's crustal movement that it finally surfaced.

The spiritual seed is very vigorous, bursting through the ground and growing into a towering tree, forming the appearance of this island.

In an instant, black clouds rolled in, and a bolt of lightning swept through the sky, struck a tree on the top of the mountain, and the fire spread and attacked them.

The pouring rain did not alleviate the fire, and they galloped down the mountain road and fell into a cave that was smooth and smooth until they were in a stone chamber.

The stone chamber is the size of a room, with no exit around it, only a coffin lying horizontally in the middle.

"The exit should be in the coffin."

Jin Mantang was about to open the lid of the coffin, Situ Nan took out a candle from his coat pocket, and a flint and flint, and the candle was lit and placed in the southeast corner.

"Are you Captain Touch?" Jin Yang asked casually.

"I've heard it. This is the rule, this is a tomb, naturally you have to follow the rules here, if the candle is extinguished later, a few masters will promise me that I must stop and find another way out. Situ Nan said.

As soon as Jin Mantang touched the coffin, the color of the candle changed, and Situ Nan said in horror: "It's not good, it's better to stop." ”

The candle's yellow flame turned green, floating lightly on the wick. The green glow of the fire was ghostly.

"I want to do it, the rules are used to break." Jin Mantang said.

Jin Mantang pried the lid of the coffin open, and inside was a corpse with long hair, and the gloved hand had just touched the clump of hair, and the hair suddenly floated to Jin Mantang's hand, along the nails, and slowly climbed up the back of the hand.

Jin Mantang hurriedly withdrew his hand before he broke free. Hair spread out of the coffin and crawled all over the coffin.