In the dead of night, Ling Jiang lost sleep again.

He didn't know when Lao Guo would come to him, in fact, even if it was the first seven soul nights, Lao Guo might not come to him, after all, the black marks on his hands had disappeared, and if he wanted to find them, he should look for them......

"Little drifter......" In a daze, Ling Jiang muttered such a sentence indistinctly.

He was startled, and sat up in his dream.

"This is ......" Ling Jiang looked at the dark night in front of him, and felt a wave of fear in his heart, "Are you dreaming again?"

At this moment, he actually came to the beach again, looking at the sound of the waves crashing in front of him, he always felt that all this did not seem like a dream, but if this was not a dream, how could he suddenly run from his house to the beach?

Ling Jiang slowly got up from the ground, and suddenly something pulled his trouser leg, he looked down and saw the lifeless face of the little drifter come into view, so frightened that Ling Jiang couldn't help but scream.

"You want to scare me to death?" Ling Jiang said in surprise as he clutched his turbulent chest.

The little drifter lowered his head and swayed vigorously.

"Here we go again. Ling Jiang muttered in a low voice, feeling the oncoming sea breeze, the moonlight struggling in the clouds, he was sure that he was definitely not dreaming.

"You brought me here?" Ling Jiang then glanced at the little drifter and asked.

The little drifter nodded, pointing to the distance on the beach.

Ling Jiang glanced at it casually with doubt, this glance was incredible, and he almost vomited his heart in fright.

"The ghost ship...... How did it stop on the shore!" Ling Jiang felt incredulous.

In the distance, on the beach, a dilapidated ship was quietly docked, and the large hole in the cabin was very conspicuous, but this time it no longer glowed with an eerie green light, nor did it have the eerie laughter.

The little drifter tugged at the motionless Ling Jiang again, and took two steps in the direction of the ghost boat.

"You mean you want me to go there?" Ling Jiang asked.

The little drifter nodded repeatedly.

"Could it be that there is something on the ghost ship?" Ling Jiang couldn't help but be a little curious in his heart, but that's all, after all, Xi Yao had told him that once he got close, he would be treated as a substitute for the dead ghost, and he didn't want to stay on that broken ship in the next life.

But after glancing at the little drifter beside him, he felt that this matter didn't seem to be so simple.

He thought about it, the night he met Xi Yao, the little drifter turned into a big white appearance and took him out in the middle of the night, and it seemed that he was also walking towards the beach.

"You also wanted to take me there that day?" Ling Jiang asked, pointing to the ghost ship.

The little drifter nodded and shook his head again, not knowing what he wanted to say.

"It would be nice if Miss Xi Yao was here. Ling Jiang smiled bitterly and glanced at the wide sea, "It is estimated that Miss Xi Yao has found the opportunity she wants, and this should be on the way home." ”

Just thinking about it, suddenly the little drifter kept pulling Ling Jiang's trouser legs, which made him feel very puzzled.

The little drifter no longer pointed in the direction of the ghost boat, but pointed behind Ling Jiang. When Ling Jiang saw it, he had an ominous premonition in his heart, and hurriedly looked back, only to see an embarrassed figure staggering from the night in the distance.

Although the distance is very far, it is not difficult to see through the moonlight Lingjiang that what this person is wearing is clearly a shroud!

"Lao Guo!" Ling Jiang shouted, scolding at the little drifter, "You have made me miserable." ”

Lao Guo's pace was wavering, but his speed was not slow, and after a while, he was only five or six zhang away from Lingjiang. Ling Jiang was so shocked that his scalp was numb, and he turned around and ran forward.

"What's this called?" Ling Jiang complained.

He didn't run for a while, and suddenly remembered that the little drifter was still in place, and cursed secretly in his heart, and was about to say that he would go back to answer it. But when Ling Jiang turned around and looked, where was there still a little drifter around?

Only the old Guo who is constantly approaching him!

"Your mother!" Ling Jiang scolded, turned around and fled.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Ling Jiang faintly felt that his escape speed was much faster, could it be that he broke through because he escaped here?

Now he didn't have time to think about these things, looking at the tall and gloomy ghost ship in front of him, Ling Jiang pinched a cold sweat in his hand. Time was running out, and he couldn't hesitate, so he came to the broken cabin and slipped into it without saying a word.

Ling Jiang thought that it would be very dark inside the cabin, but when he went in, he found that although it was a little dark, he could still see the way clearly.

The cabin was very dilapidated, and some broken porcelain fell to the ground, stained with a lot of sea salt and sea sand. Further on, a dilapidated wooden ladder is not sure if it can still support the weight of a person.

Ling Jiang was stunned for a moment, and vaguely heard a rush of footsteps approaching from behind. He didn't dare to hesitate and climbed up the wooden ladder.

He stepped on the wooden ladder, making a creaking sound.

But the strange thing is that the ship has been adrift at sea for so long, but it is extremely dry inside, not like it has been soaked in seawater, although it smells of fishy seeds.

"What the hell is in this ship?" Ling Jiang thought to himself as he walked briskly.

Knock knock knock......

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps in many places in the cabin, and it was obviously Lao Guo who followed.

Ling Jiang panicked in his heart, and hurriedly walked up the corridor.

On the second floor of the ghost ship, there is a long walkway, and you can't see the end at a glance. To Ling Jiang's surprise, there were still lights on the aisle, obviously there had been no one here for a long time, why did the lights still turn on?

Looking at the bright and windless and fluttering lights, Ling Jiang felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

He took two steps forward, and suddenly the plank on which his front foot stepped seemed to loosen a little, and the whole person had a downward trend. Ling Jiang secretly said that it was not good, but it was already too late.

With just a plop, the clipper board was directly trampled on by him, and he fell from the second floor of the cabin.

Ling Jiang would be thinking, when Lao Guo, who was chasing after him all the way, saw him fall from the sky, what would his expression be?

Bang!

Ling Jiang fell hard, but strangely, he didn't feel much pain.

On the contrary, he was covered with dust and couldn't help coughing twice.

Sensing that this was not the hole that came in, Ling Jiang was much more relieved, and subconsciously looked up, only to see that the top of his head was black, and it was extremely dark in private.

"What the hell is this place?" Ling Jiang looked at the darkness in front of him, a little afraid in his heart.

He didn't dare to touch it, for fear that if he accidentally touched something unsightly, then he would scare himself.

He didn't know how long he had been in this darkness, but it was certain that Lao Guo's footsteps had disappeared. The place was as quiet as the world after death, and listening to one's own exhalation was like thunder.