"Alive?"

"Yes, alive. ”

“......”

Although, before the transition, Xia Xun had already done foreshadowing and hinting between the lines, but the amplitude of the peak loop was too great, so that Mo Xian was in a trance all of a sudden. He pondered silently for a long time, recalling the ups and downs of the story, pondering a few key points that he had overlooked. And Xia Xun didn't continue to talk about it, as if he deliberately wanted Mo Xian to figure out the key points of the story at this juncture, so as to explain what to explain next.

Hakuba slept deeply, and although the fire had been extinguished for a long time, the coldness had not awakened him from his sweet sleep. In the distance, there are strange spots of light flickering in the locust forest from time to time, which should be the eyes of some kind of animal staring, like ghost fire.

The gloomy tide and fog stained the night into a cloud, and from a distance, Xia Xun and Mo Xian looked like they were standing on the fishing boat drifting in the sea, rowing towards the depths of the fog little by little...

"The first mate is not the poison of the guinea fish. ”

After a long time, Mo Xian suddenly came out coldly.

Xia Xun didn't look surprised, he asked flatly, "Why not?"

"There is no resurrection from the dead. Mo Xian affirmed.

"But he did live. Xia Xun said.

"Then he is not the poison of the guinea fish. ”

But Lang Zhong said yes. ”

"Lang Zhong is lying. ”

Xia Xun smiled playfully: "But he did die." ”

Mo Xian turned his face to look at Xia Xun, and said coldly: "The white bones of the living and the dead, medical skills." The dead are born with white bones, and the ghost is magical. ”

“......”

Repeated quick conversations, get up quickly, and end quickly.

At this point, Xia Xun nodded silently, but he didn't give Mo Xian another positive explanation. Instead, look at the mountains and forests on the other side of the canyon and continue to tell the story.

"The first mate is indeed alive.

Just as the firehand was putting the red cloth on him, he opened his eyes sharply and sat down from the altar. Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene, but before they could come to their senses, the first mate who had just stood up went crazy...

Crazy, no reason.

He was like a corpse crawling back from hell, with red eyes under his dead white skin, revealing extreme madness. In a frenzy, he dragged the firehand onto the altar, and then bit down on the fireman's neck with his rotting mouth. At that time, the fireman, like everyone else, had been scared out of his soul, and with the first mate after the corpse, his wrist strength had become surprisingly large, and the fireman couldn't break free at all. So much so that he was like a * being pressed by the first mate on the altar and frantically biting, shouting desperately. Blood spurting, cold wind, cheeks... The smell of corpses is like carrion in the gutter, and the roundworms of the orangutan are wriggling. There was not a few breaths, and when everyone came back to their senses and worked together to snatch the firehand back from the first mate, there was only one bone left in the fireman's neck connected to his head...

The fireman was bitten alive by the first mate.

And the real catastrophe has just begun...

After biting the fireman, the first mate went completely crazy. He jumped off the altar and rushed into the crowd, biting people as he caught, like a beast and a demon combined, with infinite strength and no weakness. In the face of three or four big men besieging him, he could overturn it at will. The sword pierced into any part of his body, not even the slightest damage to him. No consciousness, no feelings, no soul. It was as if he had really become a beast. A beast possessed by an evil spirit, with nothing left in its eyes but a killing spree..."

Hearing this, Mo Xian seemed to hear the reason why Xia Xun told this story, but Mo Xian didn't interject, just listened silently. Xia Xun should have also noticed this, and slightly changed the style of his words to a little emotional, like a poem, and continued:

"The rotting mouth was soaked with blood, the foul-smelling roundworms hid under the rough skin, the hideous face began to fill with fangs, and the fingers grew claws. Cold knives, boiling blood, scarlet eyes, terrified countenances. A crazy man makes a crazy night, and then, makes everyone as crazy as he is.

In the end, the first mate became more and more crazy and hurt people again and again, and everyone joined forces to fail to take him down, and seeing that he was about to make another death, the fisherman was forced to take action. In the face of his former brothers, the fisherman only took out a knife, cut off the head of the first mate, and put it into the wine vat casually. The first mate who has no head will naturally die. Looking at the headless corpse, which fell to the ground hard, the people on the boat barely breathed a sigh of relief. And the fisherman did not do more in-depth research and explanation of the first mate's affairs, but only arranged a few coolies to throw all the corpses on the ship into the sea. So he took the wine jar and the machete alone and walked back to his lodgings.

There will inevitably be suspicion, after all, so many things have happened before and after. The atmosphere of terror had been mixed with danger in the air, and there was some fear in everyone's hearts. It's just that this fear has been twisted into extreme panic in a very short period of time...

The next night, someone went crazy again.

And five of them went crazy as soon as they went mad, one husband, two cane hands, and two coolies. At the same time, in different places, all the same, suddenly went crazy. As with the first mate, their eyes turned scarlet, their mouths grew fangs, their fingers grew claws, and their bodies were surrounded by the stench of carrion from the inside out, and they would bite anyone they saw. Due to the suddenness of the incident, the scattered location of the incident, and the unpreparedness of the crew on board, they were caught off guard. The mad five men rushed into the sheepfold like five hungry wolves, and quickly and brutally launched a bloody slaughter in the midst of a flock of sheep that was almost defenseless.

With the first scream, roars, shouts, despair, anger, all kinds of hysterical sounds became the main theme of the fishing boat tonight. Lost in the darkness, the truth is gradually revealed, but it is still covered up. When the night fell, the person hiding in the shadows had achieved an absolute advantage, but he still chose to hide.

Because...

He missed the knife.

A man, a knife, a jug of wine, and the head of the fisherman walked from the boat to the stern, and then cut off five heads, and easily returned all the noise to silence.

Merely...

He's still slow.

Even if the fisherman is as strong, he still can't save a dead end that has begun to collapse.

After this night of madness, the fishing boat, which originally carried sixty-seven people, was left with only forty-four people, and more than half of them were disabled. And what is even more desperate is the rhetoric given by Lang Zhong afterwards. It turned out that not long before the incident, the five people who suddenly went crazy had gone to Lang Zhong to see a doctor, and their symptoms were all wounds left by the fight with the chief mate last night. When they were injured last night, they didn't care, and they thought it was just a small injury outside the skin and didn't care about it, but after a night, their wounds were festering to varying degrees, and purple blood was flowing out, and the stench was unpleasant. When they realized the seriousness of the problem and came to Langzhong, Langzhong temporarily treated their wounds with sake and safflower ointment, thinking that when the symptoms eased, they would prescribe the right medicine, but who knew that such stubble would occur at night. Therefore, Lang Zhong deduced from this that these five people were probably not just injured, and the poison in the first mate, the second mate, and the third mate was probably not just the poison of the guinea fish, but a contagious disease that used the guinea fish poison as the medium and was between the plague and the corpse poison. At the moment on board, there is no cure. In other words, it won't be long before the injured people on board will most likely become the same as the first mate...

Turn into a monster that will only kill emotionless monsters.

Lose your marbles...

As soon as Lang Zhong said this, everyone on the ship went crazy.

The uninjured tried to find the injured and asked the fisherman to sink them into the sea. Those who were lightly injured carefully hid their injuries and hid in the crowd and shouted. The seriously injured person hid his injuries, so he simply let it go, found weapons and hugged in a group, intending to fight to the death at any time. The ugliness of human nature is exposed at this moment. Driven by selfish desires, everyone is prioritizing themselves to the top, wealth and glory, living and dying, and struggling to trample on the right of others to survive in order to survive. After all, no one wants to die. Everyone knows that as long as they stay up for a few more days until the fishing boat goes ashore, they can sell a boatload of blue salmon and start to enjoy the glory and wealth of the rest of their lives comfortably.

However, the god of fate played a joke on them at this juncture. Tell them that death is behind you.

This seems ridiculous.

But that's just the way it is...

The choice between life and death, the game between thought and reality, the struggle between morality and survival, is like a lonely fishing boat drifting on the vast sea, not knowing when it will be able to dock. No one can say for sure, not even the fisherman. For the whole day, the two sides were at a stalemate, until the evening of the third day, and it was about to fall again... If Lang Zhong's statement is correct, when the red sun sets over the horizon, all the people who have been bitten on the fishing boat will become sick and go crazy, and they will become a beast with infinite strength and start killing. Life and death are imminent, and morality gradually sinks as the sun sets. In the end, the fear of death prevailed over all factors, and the uninjured party finally couldn't bear to light the fuse and moved the knife at the injured person first..."

Xia Xun looked at Mo Xian, smiled noncommittally, and asked, "Do you think they are ridiculous?"

“......”

Mo Xian didn't answer.

Xia Xun then smiled faintly: "Although beasts and demons seem to be very powerful, they are often more terrifying in many cases. Because, the life and death of people are not only about physical bleeding, but also about the destruction of human nature. ”

“......”

Mo listened quietly, still silent.

Xia Xun ignored it and said slowly: "A month later, this fishing boat full of blue salmon finally drifted to Dingji Island, the southernmost point of Dongzhou, with the northwest wind. When the ship docked, and the laborers on the shore came on the boat to take up the work, the black blood scabs on the boat almost didn't smoke them down, although they didn't see a single corpse, but it is not difficult to imagine what a tragic battle had happened on this fishing boat..."

"All dead?" Mo Xian asked suddenly interjected.

Xia Xun calmly denied: "No, there are two people left." ”

Mo Xian asked again, "What happened that day?"

Xia Xun shook his head, "No one knows. ”

"Why?"

"Nobody said. ”

"Why?"

"Tacit understanding, jealousy, or maybe they've already reached an agreement. ”

"Who?"

"You should have guessed one. ”

"I don't want to guess. ”

"Uh, well..."

Mo Xian's questions are like sharp sword moves, extremely concise, and every question is directly pierced to the point, without a single word being superfluous. Xia Xun was also extremely patient, he thought about his words, and continued: "When the laborer got on the boat, there were only two people left on the boat...

A man sits on the bow of the boat, holding a machete, and drinks in the sea breeze. A man stood at the stern of the boat, holding a bucket and carrying a half-man-tall mussel, looking at the sky. Later, the man at the bow hired coolies to clean the fishing boat, and hired a cane to bring the fishing boat back to Dongzhou. The man at the stern of the boat, holding the bucket, disembarked on Dingji Island and left. ”

"Lang Zhong. ”

As the mystery was vaguely revealed by Xia Xun, the context of the whole story surfaced, and the two people who were the most important in the development of the plot were about to come out. Lang Zhong, obviously, this is the person Mo Xian didn't guess. However, new doubts followed... With the force of the fisherman, survival is inevitable. However, how did Lang Zhong survive? Why didn't the fisherman kill him? Why did he take the wooden barrel? Why did the fisherman let him take it? These questions that emerged one after another were like layers of gauze, wrapping up the mystery that had just been revealed.

It's extremely depressing.

"Did he meet the fisherman?" asked Mo Xian.

Xia Xunping replied: "I should know each other, but I don't know each other." ”

Then he deserves to die. ”

"I think so too. Xia Xun nodded noncommittally, and then said, "When I first heard this story, I thought the same thing with you. But Grandpa said that Lang Zhong is the protagonist of this story, so he will definitely not die. ”

"Lang Zhong is the protagonist?"

"Yes. ”