Obviously, after being trapped in this river full of ferocious energy for a long time, these ghosts are no longer ordinary ghosts, but ghosts with certain abilities. Although they cannot reach the realm of fierce ghosts, any one of them can When ordinary people meet and collide with them, they usually get seriously ill, suffer from bad luck, or even die.
Most of it still retains the image of its lifetime. At first glance, it looks like a typical Indian. Judging from the clothes, it should be a sailor or the like. However, these clothes also illustrate a problem, that is, the time span is not small. There are at least two More than ten years.
As the songs echoed, their faces looked intoxicated, but their eyes contained unspeakable pain, fear, and superficial ferocity.
They were wandering on the river, and their bodies in the mist looked so illusory. Without their yang bodies full of blood, their faces were just like other ghosts, horribly pale.
In fact, for me, who has seen many ghosts, although these ghosts are fierce, they are not scary in appearance. But for Singer and Walma, this is simply a challenge to their lifelong courage.
Compared to Wal-Mart, Singer's performance as an ordinary person was better. He could barely stand next to Johnny, but he couldn't help but cover his forehead and kept saying: "Oh my God. , I hope everything is just my imagination."
But Walma was already crying on Hui Gen'er's back: "No, taking risks is not fun at all. I hate that damn big fish with teeth, and I also hate these shadows, are they shadows? ?Well, they are shadows.”
"Calm down, at least we are safe now." I frowned slightly and said in a low voice. I could already foresee that there might be some changes in our action this time. To be precise, there were some changes beyond our goals. There is something else—that female ghost! It seems that the legend is true. I just can't imagine what kind of coincidence this is. There are two terrifying beings in one place.
The key is how do they get along
In my contemplation, a ghost had already approached our Penglai. Seeing this scene, Singer could no longer stand, and this useless guy Walma had already started screaming. I was very calm. Standing on the edge of the deck, Hui Gen'er had to comfort Walma and said: "You don't have to be afraid at all. No matter who takes action here, such a ghost can be easily dealt with. I think your scream is actually scary." too much."
What Hui Gen'er said is indeed true. With our current capabilities, we don't have to be afraid of these ghosts at all, so we can be so calm and have nothing to be nervous about. And the ghost near the Penglai is also strange, as if we haven't seen the Penglai. There was a general presence, wandering around the bend in the water where we were anchored, and then wandering to other places.
The magic weapon left by the master is indeed magical. If you find a place of life, it is a truly blessed place in the midst of danger. Even ordinary people can be protected here.
"Oh, they don't dare to come here. I think I'm much better. I bet after this adventure, I will be bolder than the sky." Walma finally stood up straight and stopped his terrible move. 'Howl'.
The color on Singer's face had not yet recovered, and he kept muttering: "It turns out the legend is true."
"Actually, there's nothing to worry about. Let's go and rest when the singing stops. Or, we can go and rest now, but Singh, come and sleep with me, and Walma and Xiao Chengqian can go together." I made arrangements. , after all, there are two people from Shanzimai, Xiao Chengqian and me, guarding us, so we are not afraid that they will be too deeply affected by the singing.
Moreover, it seems that the singing is not directed at us, because I intuitively feel that the being who makes the singing has far more abilities than that.
"Go to sleep." I don't know when, Uncle Johnny, who looked tired, suddenly appeared next to me, sat down on the deck, and made a decision.
Among us, Uncle Johnny has absolute majesty, so when he made a decision, we naturally would not object and each went to bed. Only I hesitated, looked at Uncle Johnny, and said: "Uncle Johnny, Is there any story in this?"
Uncle Johnny showed his grumpiness in the afternoon again and said to me: "There are no damn stories, there are just a bunch of boring past events that no one wants to think about and no one wants to mention." .You’d better go and rest!”
I didn't want to try to provoke Uncle Johnny's temper. Although I had doubts in my heart, I still went back to rest.
In fact, I didn’t sleep very well that night, because in the cabin I heard Uncle Johnny singing and crying until midnight. The song was very familiar, because its melody echoed the mysterious woman singing on the river. , it’s basically the same song. I think Uncle Johnny must be suppressing very painful past events in his heart.
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The next day, I stayed in bed and didn’t get up until after 8 o’clock in the morning. I thought I was the last one to get up. When I walked to the deck, I found that everyone had just gotten up, and there were even two or three people who hadn’t gotten up yet. .
The most lively person is still the guy from Wal-Mart. He is telling vividly that there was another male ghost yesterday, singing the same song as the female ghost. He used his spiritual sense to ensure that all this is true, and That male ghost's voice is very much like Uncle Johnny.
Walma's words made everyone look a little weird. Obviously, except Walma, the idiot, everyone knew very well that the person who sang and cried yesterday was Uncle Johnny himself.
At least a few wine bottles leaning over on the edge of the deck can prove all this. Unfortunately, Wal-Mart ignored these at all and was still talking vividly. It was just that Uncle Johnny beside him had a calm expression. Others like us would not What can I say
Everyone can see that Uncle Johnny doesn't want to mention this issue. Even if everyone except Wal-Mart knows it, he still doesn't want to break this layer of paper.
After eating the breakfast prepared by Singer and making some simple preparations, Uncle Qiangni, who had started drinking early in the morning, yelled "Let's go" full of energy, as if he was not the one who worked hard until midnight yesterday.
The Penglai sailed out of the safe harbor and continued towards this dangerous river. Due to the lessons learned yesterday, the Penglai maintained a high speed. At this speed, except for the very occasional aquatic creatures that encountered each other on a narrow road, they would come. After attacking, the Penglai will have a safe journey.
On the way, I would hold the 'soul-calling flag' from time to time to feel it. From the information coming from above, I found that our Penglai would reach its final destination in no more than an hour.
10 o'clock in the morning.
The summer sun began to really show its power. The Penglai finally reached the end of this calm river. After a turn, we saw the legendary deep pool where the river water gathered.
Here, the venomous sunshine seemed to be frightened and withered. When the Penglai entered the edge of this deep pool, I seemed to no longer feel the temperature of the sun, but only a biting coldness.
"I can't see things, I can't drive the Penglai over." Singer's panicked voice came from the cab.
This makes each of us very strange. We can see clearly, but why can't we see things? Hearing this, I was the first to run into the wheelhouse. During these days of sailing, I often chatted with Singer in the wheelhouse. I was still good at simple driving of the ship. If Singer was really affected by something, , I can still drive the Penglai.
After entering the cab, I took a special look at the front. The glass of the cab was very clean. Everything in front of me was very clear. How could I not see it
At this time, Singer was holding on to the rudder. His sudden blindness made him extremely painful. I helped him aside first. While comforting him that this might be the influence of this special place, I naturally put my hand on the rudder!
But something strange happened at this moment. The outdoor scenery that was clear before my eyes suddenly became blurry, mixed with a layer of misty purple, making it difficult to see clearly, just like a short-sighted person who took off his glasses. I was also a little panicked in my heart. When I blinked my eyes and tried to see clearly, I found that I couldn't see any of the exterior scenery, only a hazy purple was left.
"I can see it." Singer's voice reached my ears at this time.
I sighed and said: "It's a pity that I can't see." At this moment, I already knew in my heart that a force affecting the soul was preventing the Penglai from entering and turning off the soul's induction. , even if you have eyes, you can't see the outside world. It's like a person whose soul has been injured. There are often a very small number of people who suffer from unexplained blindness. Even modern medicine, which is so prosperous, can't find the cause.
Despite this judgment, a group of us were still unwilling to give in. We repeated the test many times and proved that there was really no way for the Penglai to sail into this deep pool.
"Singh stays on the boat. There should be no vicious fish here to attack the Penglai. Let's go on foot, since Patel wants to kill them all." Uncle Johnny looked even older and suddenly made a decision.