Ling Jiang didn't know how long he had been sitting motionless in the dark, it wasn't that he was frightened, but at this time, there was darkness everywhere around him, how could he dare to move?

In case you bump into something, or step on something, it is better to wait quietly for the sun to come out tomorrow, and then think of a way out.

Whoa!

In the darkness, someone seemed to polish the firelight, only to see a sudden light in front of him, and the light dispelled the darkness around him.

Ling Jiang was overjoyed, thinking that it was the little drifter who had come to save him, but when he looked up at the scene in front of him, he was almost so frightened that half of his life was gone.

This fire did not come from somewhere else, but from a spiritual throne two feet away!

Behind the spiritual seat, there is also a coffin!

Fortunately, there are no other spicy things in this place except for the spiritual position and coffin, and it is a bit messy, but at least it is clean.

Ling Jiang couldn't help but be glad that he didn't walk around this time, otherwise, if it was a trivial matter to bump into the spiritual position and break the coffin, it would be a big trouble. This coffin is very simple, it is completely made of a few wooden boards, and if it were not for the spiritual position here, people would never immediately think that it was a coffin.

"This is too exciting, isn't it?" Ling Jiang thought to himself.

Why did he say that, because there was only one door in this room. And the location of this door is unfortunately behind the coffin. In other words, if he wants to get out, he must bypass the coffin.

But Ling Jiang didn't move, still sitting in place.

There was no one in the house, so why did the fire light for no reason? Obviously, this place was haunted, and where there were dead people, haunting was not an unusual thing.

"It's been hundreds of years, it's rare to have a living person, but who wants to be a mute ......" Suddenly, a hoarse and gloomy voice sounded in the room.

Ling Jiang listened to this voice, goosebumps fell to the ground, and he was suddenly surprised, "Who is talking!"

"Huh, it's not dumb, it's not dumb, are you talking?" the voice complained.

Ling Jiang stared intently in the direction of the coffin, and the sound really came from the coffin.

"What do you see, young man, I'm so scary?" the voice continued.

"No ......," Ling Jiang shook his head.

"How cowardly, dare to come treasure hunting with such guts?" the voice in the coffin continued, "I wanted to go out to meet you, but I was afraid that it would scare you, so forget it." ”

Hearing this, Ling Jiang felt inexplicably relieved in his heart.

Are there any good ghosts who don't hurt people these days?

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the spiritual position: "Luo Baogen's position." ”

"Your name is Luo Baogen?" Ling Jiang asked softly.

"Yes, that's right. The voice in the coffin said, "We have a boatload of more than a dozen people, all of whom died at sea. But most of them fell into the sea, and I was the only one left who died on the ship, the captain and the old fat who cooked. Several of us are from the mountains, and when we went to the beach, we wanted to get some money and go back to ask for a daughter-in-law, but who wanted to leave our lives here. We didn't want to be buried at sea, so we simply found a few boards, made a coffin, and created a spiritual position for ourselves. Let Lao Fei put the mouse medicine in the last meal, and after eating it, they each went back to the coffin to lie down, who thinks, hehe, this trip has passed hundreds of years. ”

Listening to the secluded voice in the coffin, Ling Jiang felt very uncomfortable. But after listening to Luo Baogen's self-report, I still felt very shocked in my heart, this death is too miserable.

"I said, boy, tell me, where are you from, and what dynasty is there outside? I still want to ask how my hometown is, but you may not have heard of it, my father and mother probably went too, and it was in vain to ask. Luo Baogen asked.

"I ...... I'm from Pinghai Town. Ling Jiang came back to his senses and replied softly, "It's the first year of the Great Zhou Dynasty......

Although he has been making up for the common sense of this world these days, he has not written much of it. It's just that the dynasty is the Great Zhou now, and the rest is not very clear.

"Unexpectedly, hundreds of years have passed, and Da Zhou is still there. Luo Baogen sighed.

"Are you really dead for hundreds of years?" Ling Jiang asked in disbelief.

"Why, you still don't believe it?" said Luo Baogen, "don't you know if you look at this ship? It doesn't take hundreds of years to rot like this? I get a scratch on the wall every year, and you don't believe you can count it, are there hundreds?" ”

Ling Jiang glanced at the densely scratched wall and thought, "I believe you ghost." ”

How do you know how long is a year?

Ling Jiang ignored him and asked in a low voice, "From the door behind you, is it possible to go out?"

"That's right. But I advise you to go back and forth from where you go...... Oh no, you fell from above, and that's a bit difficult. Luo Baogen said.

"Is there a problem with that door?" Ling Jiang asked.

"No problem. Luo Baogen said, "Even after you go out, there may be problems." ”

Ling Jiang asked puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"It's Hades. Luo Baogen said helplessly, "Don't you know that this is a ghost ship? Think about it, I can still talk to you even though I am dead, do you really think that I am the only ghost on this ship? ”

"This ...... It seems to make some sense. Ling Jiang nodded secretly.

"Anyway, boy, how the hell did you get in, it doesn't look like a treasure hunt. Luo Baogen said, "Over the years, there have been many people on the boat to hunt for treasures, but few have the life to go back." Just like you, I bet you won't survive three incense sticks on this ship. ”

"I ......" Ling Jiang was speechless, even if this is the truth, don't say it so bluntly.

Ling Jiang slowed down, and then said, "I told you that I was chased by a dead man, do you believe it?"

"Oh, that's congratulations. Luo Baogen smiled, "Hehe, it's rare to have someone to be with me, and I suddenly have a bold idea." ”

When Ling Jiang heard this, he suddenly stood up in fear, and kept moving backwards, away from the coffin and the spiritual seat, "What do you want to do?"

"Leave you behind and talk to me, so that you don't have to be alone and lonely in the future. Luo Baogen complained, "I knew that I could still talk when I was dead, and I should have died with the captain and Lao Fei in the first place, and I could still have a companion no matter how I said it." ”

Ling Jiang panicked, staring at the dilapidated wooden coffin, there is nothing to ward off evil in this place, so Luo Baogen really wants to attack himself, what can he do?

"Hey...... Don't worry, I'll play. Luo Baogen's laughter came from the coffin, "A timid person like you is afraid that he will be a coward after death, and he will not have fun at all." ”

Ling Jiang's face was black, and he quietly greeted Luo Baogen's relatives in his heart.

Ling Jiang calmed down, and then sat down slowly, but he was still next to the wall, and he didn't dare to take a half step forward.

At this moment, in fact, he couldn't wait to open the door and go out immediately, but what if Luo Baogen didn't lie to him? If he stays here, he may be able to live until tomorrow, but if he goes out, he is afraid that he will really not survive the three incense sticks.

"You ...... Why did you die at sea?" Ling Jiang thought for a long time, but he couldn't help but ask.