Chapter Eighty-Three: The Ghost Ship Reappears

I replayed the plot in my head over and over again, and finally I realized that something was wrong, that is, the three "Peng Peng" that alerted me at the beginning.

I weighed the weight of the dried corpse with my own hands, and the dried corpse was very thorough, and it fluttered lightly in my hand, as if a gust of wind could blow it away, and it was impossible to make a "surging and spurging" sound, and it was impossible to make such a sound, unless it was three living creatures.

At that moment, I suddenly figured out that there must have been three things that touched the dried corpse during the activity, and the dried corpse fell into the water, just carrying the black cauldron for them.

I stared at the water, which had always been quiet, and my heart was no longer at peace, there must be something hidden underwater.

I went back and forth by the river, and more than ten minutes passed, but there was still nothing coming out of the water.

Thinking of this, I turned around and went to see my grandfather, it didn't matter what I saw, my soul was scared, because I found that my uncle was gone.

In the place where the little uncle disappeared, there were several traces of water, and it seems that this thing had already come ashore when I went to look for the dry corpse.

I hurriedly searched around the grandfather, for fear that he would hide under the grandfather, after all, this time it was three, I searched all over and did not find anything unusual.

But this toss woke up the grandfather, the grandfather's eyes were bloodshot, and he knew that he didn't sleep well at a glance, this person, as long as he was old, he was always not good at sleeping, but once he fell asleep, he slept very deeply, this time he tossed several times on the edge of life and death, and he didn't know if the grandfather could hold on.

"You've got money, what's wrong?" Grandpa wiped his face and asked me with two blood-red eyes.

"Grandpa, don't ...... uncle" Before I finished speaking, suddenly, I saw grandpa stand up.

"Ghost ship...... "Grandpa said to me.

I followed his gaze, and saw a boat floating leisurely on the originally empty water, and I could see at a glance that this boat was the same one that had pierced through the wall before.

The ship, the same ship, the speed, the same speed as before.

Sure enough, where there is a chain, there will be a ghost ship.

The boat was so strange that I didn't even notice it, the river wasn't long, and it didn't take a few minutes for the fishing boat to come to us, how similar this scene was to the first time, the only difference was that now the boat was floating on the water, not sinking at the bottom.

There were no signs of abrasion or damage on its surface, and I could even see the black box in the cabin, and when I saw that it was about to reach the end of the river, my heart couldn't help but hang, and I wondered if I would be able to get out of it with it, and this was already on the sea, and if it passed through this mountain, it would be another world.

But then again, if it passes through this mountain and reappears in the underwater village, then wouldn't I have to do it all over again?

If you do it all over again, you may never get to this place again.

The fishing boat didn't give me much time to think, and it looked like it was about to hit the wall, and it was almost about to hit it, but at this time, the fishing boat suddenly stopped, like a person driving, and suddenly there was a sudden braking.

It just stopped quietly about five meters away from us.

After five seconds, the sound of "rattling" was heard around the fishing boat, as if someone was draining the water left in the hold.

But then I realized that something was wrong, because the river at the bottom of the boat could not withstand the pressure from the hull of the boat, and automatically cracked to both sides, and it felt like a boat was docking.

I hurriedly stepped forward to take a look, but my grandfather grabbed me, and he shook his head at me, and I saw that he looked guarded, obviously afraid that something would happen again.

The river at the bottom of the boat kept hiding on both sides, as if the pressure on the boat was getting bigger and bigger, and even the water was out of breath, and this situation lasted for a minute, and the water stopped, but the boat did not sink at all.

The river that was squeezed aside by the boat never gathered dragons again, and the boat was like having a magic weapon to avoid water, and there was not a drop of water around it.

At the bottom of it, however, a large part of it was vacated, revealing the bottom of the river full of rubble.

At the bottom of the clean river, three corpses were placed side by side, and the corpses were not swollen by the river blisters, nor were they washed away by the river, but turned into three "skin and bones".

The corpse still retains the appearance before death, two bodies are facing up, as if they are dying very quietly, only one, it is lying on its stomach, it is face down, its arms are stretched forward, and its five fingers are all open, as if it was shouting loudly before death, I looked at the direction in which he stretched out his arms, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his body, because this direction is impartial, and it is exactly where we just rested.

I don't believe it has any prophetic powers, and if that were the case, then it shouldn't be here, and judging by its dying posture, it must have been a few decades ago, when someone or something terrible appeared here, or something that could save its life.

Could it be that it was this ghost ship that appeared in that place at that time?

A few decades later, the mountains and rivers were diverted, and the empty mountain that sank to the bottom of the sea shifted its original position with the movement of the sea.

The grandfather shook his head and said to me, "Absolutely not......"

After a few more minutes, the ship was completely silent, my grandfather and I walked cautiously, I searched for the bottom of the boat for a long time, but did not find anything mysterious, it seems that it is the same as before, still floating in thin air.

I got to the bottom of the boat and came to the three corpses, the corpses had long been shriveled, only a layer of skin wrapped in bones, I pressed it with my hand, this layer of skin is very soft, like a wet corpse, people who often come into contact with corpses know that in this environment, it is impossible for a corpse to become a wet corpse that does not rot for a hundred years, there is air and water here, even an iron man has to rust, not to mention a person with bones and flesh, is it really as grandpa said, this is a treasure of feng shui?

Grandpa also came to these three corpses, he was different from me, he looked at these corpses for a long time, and fell into deep thought, twenty or thirty seconds later, two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the grandpa cried, crying very sadly, like a child sobbing softly.

I'm shocked, it can't be the way, right?

I asked in his ear with vigilance, "Grandpa?" Grandpa? What's wrong with you? ”

While asking this, my right hand picked up the stone again.