The next day, Lin Xiaoya fulfilled her promise to Ye Shimei, and he helped her break the tombstone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although he didn't know her true intentions, he could sense that she had a certain grievance. So he helped him.

It was sunny on Wulai Island that day, so Lin Xiaoya casually took a few photos with her mobile phone.

After he smashed Ye Shimei's tombstone, he received a call from Zhang Dong and Ah Meng, saying that he had found traces of Man A on the beach, so Lin Xiaoya hurried over.

When Lin Xiaoya arrived at the beach, the sun had already risen, shining on the sea, and the reflected light was a little dazzling.

"What did you find?" Lin Xiaoya asked Amon and Zhang Dong, who were squatting on the beach.

They were pouting and digging into the sand, and there were many shells and hairy crabs on the beach.

"What are you hiding from me," Amon stood up.

"Then what's hiding from you. There can't be anything to hide."

Human beings are used to lying, but they are not good at lying, and Lin Xiaoya's panicked birth situation and hesitant tone of speech have completely betrayed him.

"You, you're still lying, did Ye Shimei look for you?" Amon said.

"No, no"

"Old classmate, you better say it quickly, if you don't say that we can't help you," Zhang Dong persuaded.

"Really, why did I lie to you?"

"Something happened, according to my observation of the sand just now, a group of undead at sea will come ashore in a few days"

"The undead of the sea are about to come ashore?" Lin Xiaoya touched her head and said.

"Yes, I don't know how many fishermen will suffer."

"Then what should we do, we can't just watch them come and ask for their lives." Zhang Dongxian's uneasiness, he knows some of the feelings of losing loved ones.

"There is no way to prevent this misfortune from happening."

"There's no way, there's really no way," Amon shook his head and sighed.

"Nonsense, how can you be a Taoist priest?" Lin Xiaoya asked.

"People and ghosts have their own boundaries, it's not that I said that they will be destroyed if they are destroyed, do you know that every space has the rules of each space, abide by its rules, and correct its heart, in order to protect itself"

"There's no way, there's no way, it's going to happen in a few days, didn't you say there's news of man A, what news?"

"Look," Amon pointed to a small wooden boat not far away.

"Look, it's normal to have a ship at sea."

"It's normal to have a boat at sea, but what's inside the boat isn't normal"

"What's inside the ship, can you see it from this distance?" Lin Xiaoya picked up a stone from the ground and threw it towards the small wooden boat, but it was missed.

"Uncle Meng, you won't tell me that this small wooden boat is also a dead ship, this is broad daylight."

Lin Xiaoya threw all the stones she picked up to the ground.

"It's not a dead ship, it's a real ship, and there is a warlock who doesn't go up and down with Daofa and me."

"Then don't go over and take a look," Lin Xiaoya was a monkey anxious person, and as he spoke, he jumped into the sea and swam over.

"Young man, what's the hurry, you listen to me, listen to me." Amon shouted.

Lin Xiaoya couldn't hear it at all, and he desperately swam towards the other side of the sea.

"What should I do, Uncle Meng," Zhang Dong asked.

"Go and help him, lest anything happen to him."

Zhang Dong also jumped into the sea and swam towards the wooden boat.

Lin Xiaoya swam to the side of the boat and grabbed the boat and climbed up. There was a table in the small wooden boat, the table was lined up with ingots and candles in an orderly manner, and the middle-aged man who carried him was not surprised because Lin Xiaoya climbed up, and said lightly.

"You're finally here"

"I'm finally here? Why do you call me finally here" Lin Xiaoya was stunned by what he said. He felt that it was like the ability of foreknowledge for a middle-aged person. Whether it was foreknowledge or pretending to be coerced is uncertain.

The middle-aged man slowly turned his head. Lin Xiaoya felt that he was quite familiar, he had seen it there, and in one word it was a feeling of déjà vu, maybe it was just because the middle-aged man had an ordinary face.

"Everything should be up to you," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"What do you mean by everything?" Lin Xiaoya asked.

"The soul of the dead seeks revenge, everything that has happened, and what has not happened, is because of"

"Because of me, why don't I have any image at all?"

"Alas, it's better to choose to forget"

"What do you say, what do you choose to forget, what have I done that I don't know?" Lin Xiaoya slapped his forehead with his hand, he seemed to be able to really remember something, and it seemed that there was not a feeling vaguely floating through his brain.