"Legend has it that west of the East China Sea, 21 million miles, where heaven and earth meet yin and yang, there is a barren domain. There lives an extremely rare sea object - the name Longba. The dragon pulls, the shape is a mussel, the head of the dragon and the body of the snake, the scale shell is like steel, the body is six feet long, and the appearance is very powerful. However, they are easy-going by nature and do not like to fight, so they lie down in the shallows all year round, feed on shrimp and rarely swim far into the sea. I don't know how many years have passed since the generations have multiplied, and the days are considered to be peaceful.

This life lasted until one day hundreds of years ago...

A fishing boat on a long voyage was forced into a barren sea by a storm. In the aftermath of the storm, the heavens and the earth turned upside down, and the fishing boats were severely damaged in many places, killing more than half of the people on board and losing all the catches. What is even more serious is the huge temperature difference caused by the frequent alternation of the sun and the moon in the barren region, which makes it difficult for people to adapt for a while. Within a few days, almost all of the surviving crew members suffered from skin ulcers, blindness, hallucinations, and vomiting blood. Seeing that a boatload of people can't hold on, they are going to die in a foreign land. At that time, the fisherman who led the boat had no choice but to choose a desert island nearby, and ordered someone to go ashore to repair it for some time before making a plan to return.

Maybe it was deliberately arranged by God, or maybe it was the inevitability of a turning point in history. Yutou's helpless choice, but in the dark, it opened a door to Shura and heaven, and changed the fate of the two people. Afterwards, the desert island temporarily selected by Yutou was also called "Golden Island" by later generations.

That's for later, though...

Not the point of this story.

After the fishing boat anchored and docked, the surviving crew members cooperated along the shallows to open their nets to catch fish and build stoves to make fires.

It was by chance that the world's first dragon was caught by the crew along with other catches. It's just that at that time, everyone was on the verge of mental and physical collapse, and apart from food and rest, who had the heart to study the origin of the different dragon pull? And, just when everyone couldn't wait and was about to open the knife to get the meat, Lang Zhong, who was going to sea with the boat, suddenly rushed over. With one hand, he snatched the dragon from the hands of the crew and protected it in his arms.

The crew members were puzzled and asked why Lang Zhong was like this.

At first, Lang Zhong talked about him left and right, as if there was something unspeakable, but in the end, under the pressure of everyone, he had no choice but to make up a reason half-truthfully.

He said that this sea mussel is not an ordinary sea object at the moment. According to the ancient records of the East China Sea, the name of this thing is Longba, a distant relative of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, the ninth son of the Dragon Ancestor and the seventh daughter of the Beng Mother. Now that it has revealed its true body, it has been ordered by the Dragon King of the East China Sea to guide the lost people out of the wilderness. If anyone doesn't know each other and eats it, it will be tantamount to offending the Dragon King, and everyone will die on this isolated island. On the contrary, as long as it is served well, it will not be long before everyone can be blessed by the dragon king, and the disease will be expelled and they will return home safely.

What Lang Zhong said was so mysterious that almost everyone thought he was crazy.

After all, who dares to go to the far sea to make a windfall, who doesn't have a few brushes in their hands? How can they be superstitious about the theories of ghosts and gods? However, not believing in them does not mean that they are unscrupulous. When sailing on the sea, you can't help but don't believe in the things you need to be taboo. The fisherman was the only one who didn't believe in Lang Zhong at that time. In order to verify Lang Zhong's statement, the fisherman ordered someone to fetch iron tongs, and then with extremely exquisite knife techniques, without hurting the dragon, he broke open its shell.

At the moment when the dragon's shell was opened, everyone's eyes were stunned...

But under the shell of the mussel, there was a coiled body as thick as a human leg and a dragon head snake-shaped. Through the crystal scales, the soft flesh meridians of the lower layer are faintly visible. Reflected in the scorching sun, it resembled a soft transparent gemstone, shimmering with a shimmering glow. Even the most experienced fisherman has never seen such a strange sea mussel. In an instant, Lang Zhong's previous warning knocked on everyone's hearts.

The facts are right in front of them, and they can't help but believe it.

In the end, after several discussions, the fisherman decided to hand over the dragon to Lang Zhong's care, and the rest of the people were not allowed to mention the matter of killing and eating again.

It is also strange to say that after this incident, God's luck seems to have really favored this group of people. Everything went so smoothly that in a few days everyone was almost cured of their ills, and the fisherman led the men to fetch fine timber from the depths of the deserted island, and re-strengthened the fishing boat, and set out on the journey home again.

What is even more gratifying is that on the night they set out on their way home, they miraculously encountered a wave of bluefish that is rare in a century. Bluefish roe is a royal ingredient, fish scales are the finest medicinal herbs, and fish bones and lamb are rare spices. For fishermen, bluefish is the gold and silver in the sea, and if you can catch one or two, you can enjoy half a lifetime of wealth. That night, they cast a big net and picked up a whole cabin of bluefish, and that joy was really crazy..."

At this point in the story, Xia Xun suddenly stopped.

Without it, it's just thirsty, after all, it's not something that can be explained in a few words. Pull out the cork, put the bamboo tube to your mouth and pour a few sips of water to ease the tired throat and eyes.

After a while, he continued to talk lightly...

"Joy, madness, destruction, eternal reincarnation.

As the old saying goes, if a person wants to perish, he must first make him crazy. God's favor for these poor people ended that night. Suddenly, a windfall fell from the sky, and behind their ecstasy, there was an invisible haze wrapped in bad news.

The second sailor is missing. Without warning, it was as if he had suddenly disappeared from the world, no one knew where he had gone, and he had left no trace. However, the dream of the drunken gold fan was not broken, and everyone was still intoxicated with the ecstasy of catching a blue salmon at that time, and the mysterious disappearance of the second sailor did not arouse their vigilance. And with one less person on board, they can eventually get a share of the more wealth, and it's too late to secretly rejoice, who will pursue so much?

Singing and dancing, wine and meat are still the same.

The spoon died, and he died in the large tank where the bluefish were kept in captivity. When he was found, the bluefish in the tank had gnawed at his body to the point of half a head, floating on the surface of the water like an elm scoop. There is no coincidence that there have been accidents for two days in a row, and everyone knows that there must be demons in these two incidents. What's more, it is likely that someone is trying to swallow a boatload of bluefish for himself, and is secretly using dirty methods. The sneaky atmosphere soon spread throughout the boat, and the crew slowly recovered from the ecstasy of catching a bluefish, and apprehension, suspicion, and greed replaced their euphoria. People's instability is a taboo in HNA, and the fisherman knows its reason. In order to stabilize the people's hearts, he decisively summoned all the crew members, divided them into six groups in the form of lots, and arranged them to patrol the fishing boats day and night according to the time period of two hours and one group in turn. The fisherman himself led several henchmen to set up an independent team, which was responsible for tracking down the cause of death and the whereabouts of the second sailor, as well as monitoring the movements of all personnel on board. In this way, the impetuous people's hearts were pressed down by the fisherman.

Calm times, soon back to the fishing boat..."

"It's not going to end there. ”

At this point, the story seems to be about to be finished. Mo Xian suddenly interjected. Xia Xun glanced at him and asked jokingly, "How do you know?"

Mo Xian said coldly: "If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and the demon is still on the boat, so the story is not over." ”

“......”

Xia Xun smiled silently, didn't extend Mo Xian's words, and continued to tell the story from the previous article.

"That's true. ”

"The reason why the haze chooses to hide under the calm is because it needs more time to brew greater bad news. Now that the Grim Reaper has lifted its scythe, there will be no true peace until it has collected enough souls.

If there is, it's also fake ...

Under the strict control of Yutou, more than ten days of calm passed. However, just when the fishing boats successfully made it out of the barren area and into the East China Sea shipping route, almost everyone thought that they could breathe a sigh of relief...

The fisherman's most trusted first mate is dead.

In broad daylight, everyone is watching. In front of the fisherman, he suddenly died on the bow deck, bleeding from seven holes and his whole body was dark purple.

According to the inference given in hindsight, the cause of the first mate's death should be the strange poison caused by accidentally eating a highly poisonous guinea fish called "Dead Muruo". But for Lang Zhong's statement, Yutou didn't buy it. Because, the head of the fisherman knows the first mate, and the first mate has followed him to the sea for seven or eight years, and he must know very well what fish can be eaten and what fish cannot be eaten. Therefore, the fisherman can be sure that the first mate will never eat a highly poisonous guinea fish. If so, then someone disguised the guinea fish and tricked him into eating it. If this is the case, then the essence of the matter is not pure accident, but murder. The person who can trick the first mate into eating the disguised guinea fish must be someone he is familiar with. Inferring from this, the fisherman quickly targeted the second and third officers, who had also followed him for many years.

The fisherman didn't immediately take the man, he chose to stay silent and watch the two of them in the dark, trying to figure out their plans before making a decision.

However, this time the fisherman miscalculated.

The gloom envelops the bad news, and the truth is also obscured. It can be said that since the moment the first mate died, the development of things has actually been out of the control of the fisherman and gone to the other extreme...

The second and third officers are dead. also died in a dignified manner under the nose of the fisherman. Like the first mate, they were patrolling to the bow deck after breakfast, when suddenly their seven orifices became bloody, their skin turned purple, and their faces were hideous like evil ghosts, and they died violently. No one knew what was going on, and the rumors of the ghosts and gods were killing them, and a strange panic once again befell the fishing boat, which had already stepped into the home. After all, everyone is afraid that the next person who will die inexplicably will be themselves. Therefore, there are some impatient people who first point the finger at the cook. Their reason is simple, the chef is dead, and the cook is the person with the best chance of poisoning the food. Since the three deputies were all poisoned, the cook was the most suspicious.

However, things are still not as simple as they imagined...

In the evening of the same day, in the middle of everyone's interrogation of the cook, the cook died, still in full view of everyone. died without warning, did not give people a little buffer at all, still said that death was death, and suddenly the seven orifices gradually bleed, and suddenly died violently. It was like suddenly turning into a piece of wood and falling straight down the lobby.

Now, the whole ship is going to be fried.

Accident after accident, the panic on the ship directly degenerated into unwarranted suspicion. Disputes, accusations, slander, abuse, friction and resentment in daily life have been infinitely magnified by people and have become a tool to slander others. Everyone's nerves, at this time, become extremely fragile and sensitive. And those who can still keep calm are only the head of the fisherman and a few people.

In order not to let the situation deteriorate further, Yutou chose the simplest and rude way to solve the problem with his fists.

With a hard kung fu, he beat all the hard forks that shouted so hard to the ground with his bare hands with his bare hands. A machete chopped in front of the hall, forcing everyone to dare not complain again. But the fisherman knows that force is only a way to solve the problem, not a method, and his fists cannot help him get out of the predicament completely, and if he can't find the root cause, there will still be people on the boat who will die.

Therefore, the fisherman summoned Lang Zhong and asked him to immediately disembowelan the cook's body to find out the cause of his death. Lang Zhong was very hesitant at first, after all, death is the greatest, so why don't you leave a whole corpse for other cooks? But the fisherman didn't buy his account, and the bright machete was set on Lang Zhong's neck, and there were two ways, one was for him to open Lang Zhong, and the other was for Lang Zhong to disembowel the cook. In desperation, Lang Zhong was forced to be helpless, so he picked up a knife and cut open the cook's belly alive, cutting every piece of internal organs under the bloody flesh and skin...

As expected, in the following autopsy, Lang Zhong did find something from the cook's stomach.

It was an incompletely digested piece of maple leaf residue, small enough to be undetectable in the meal, and a deep purple leaf that had apparently been soaked in some kind of venom before eating. And that kind of venom, eight or nine is not far from ten, it should be the dolphin fish poison that Lang Zhong said earlier. With this answer, the fishing head probably had an eyebrow in his heart, and he didn't go into the details of who the murderer was and what his purpose was, but immediately ordered Lang Zhong to take out all the existing silver needles and distribute them to everyone. And strictly ordered everyone to eat and drink before eating, must be repeatedly probed with silver needles, if the silver needles change color, immediately report, if the silver needles are not hindered, then they can be eaten. In addition, he also asked all the staff to be on duty day and night from now on, speed up their march, and be sure to land at the nearest port terminal within half a month.

Extraordinary moments, extraordinary means, the method of the fishing head is indeed superior.

Although the style is conservative, at least it ensures that no one on the fishing boat will be poisoned. As for the murderer, after he goes ashore, he will spend some money to report to the official. ”

As he spoke, Xia Xun slowed down and pressed his tone much deeper. Like something about to take a turn in the story...

"It's just that, if you look at it in hindsight, the fisherman is redundant. Because, the fish has already taken the bait, and the person who poisoned it has already achieved his purpose. Even if the fisherman doesn't do this, in fact, no one will die violently from the poison in the future. ”

“......”

The story is full of twists and turns, and it is told very deeply.

Mo Xian listened attentively, and his cold sword eyes were shining with a faint light. And as Xia Xun's words sank, he seemed to follow the development of the story and advance to the upcoming *.

The cold sea was so wet and misty that the fishing boats were wet. The endless waves are like the bells in the abyss, which makes people even more worried. The clouds were thick, the cold wind was cold, and the sails that blew up bulged into a snow-white mourning cloth, pushing the fishing boats into the darkness little by little. The lonely fisherman, gazing at the sea at the bow of the boat...

A deep and indifferent voice, under the curtain of darkness, sounded softly...

The fishing boat forcibly disguised its apprehension as calm and sailed with its men for another seven days. These seven days, according to Grandpa's words, are God's last mercy on them. If they can find out the truth hidden behind it within these seven days, they may be able to fight for a glimmer of life for the next disaster.

Yes, they don't...

Nervousness drowns out too much reason.

On the eighth day, the first seven of the first mate.

According to sea legend, on this night, the person who died in vain will return to the place where he died, and take away the regrets he can take away, so as to resolve the resentment in his body. Otherwise, the resentment is too heavy, and the soul of the dead will sink into the sea of darkness if it does not get exceeded, become an ownerless spirit, and be locked in the abyss by eternal life and eternity, and cannot be reincarnated.

On that day, the southeast wind was blowing, the weather was a little cool, and the sun had been hiding behind the dark clouds and did not dare to show up.

Early in the morning, the fisherman set up an altar on the deck with boat wood, and set up ingots, candles, paper, money and incense. I don't know if he noticed something, the fishing head that day was very abnormal, sullen, as if there was a knot in his heart and couldn't explain himself. He didn't care when others talked to him, he didn't do anything all day, he sat alone on the bow railing with a machete and a wine jar, facing the sea, blowing a cold wind, and drank sullen wine for a day.

I drank it until that night, when it was time...

At night, the southeast wind changes to the southwest, the sun changes to the Mao Moon, and the weather becomes extremely cold. The first mate's birthday and death were three o'clock in the morning, so before the time of the morning, Lang Zhong helped the first mate sort out his remains, and then carried the body to the bow altar and covered it with a red cloth. At the beginning of the day, the people on the ship gathered at the bow of the ship, and the firemen presided over the ceremony and recited the sacrifice. At the end of the day, after the recitation of the sacrificial words, the fire hands washed their hands with chicken blood, lifted the red cloth covering the head of the chief officer, and the living stepped forward one by one to add incense and oil to the deceased, and gave them to accompany the funeral. At three o'clock, salute. The fireman washed his hands again in chicken blood, put the red cloth back on the head of the first mate, and prepared to send the deceased off the ship...

And disaster befell at this moment.

First mate, alive..."