Many questions came to my mind, and for a moment I thought that the black ship was heading towards me. It might just be an illusion.
But the speed of this black boat approaching me was different from before, it was very fast, so I was just stunned for a moment, and it was already quite close to me.
I subconsciously turned my head and glanced at the huge platform. The people praying were still praying, and the people in the stands didn't react much. As for what would happen on the altar, I couldn't see it at all... But this is not the case. I sensed a huge energy moving towards the back of the mountain behind the water bay.
Isn't that the altar that God listens to? I was a little dazed, because for such a large-scale prayer, this kind of power should originally go towards the sky, why... I thought of the weird cinnabar, and I always felt that there was more in this matter. Weird things that don't make sense.
At the same time, my heart became wary. I always felt that there was some conspiracy in all this, and Xiao Chengqian was also 'played' at the same time. Otherwise, how could I have boarded the ship so smoothly
However, time did not give me much time to think, and the water suddenly became turbulent. It turned out that the black boat had stopped less than five meters away from me. There was a person on the boat wearing something similar to Hanfu, with a head on his head. A man in black, also wearing a hat, was standing on the edge of the ship's side, staring at me.
There was a silent silence between each other for a second, and the man in black suddenly threw down a bundle of rope ladders, which was a signal for me to get on the boat.
Even if I suspect a conspiracy, I don't have any choice. Just because of Xiao Chengqian's words, the master is in Guidawan.
So, I swam quickly, stayed close to the hull, grabbed the rope ladder, and prepared to climb onto this weird black boat.
However, the moment I approached the hull and grabbed the rope ladder, I almost vomited, because this black ship had a strong smell of blood, which suddenly rushed into my nose, causing me to have an instinctive reaction.
Why was there such a strong smell of blood? I turned my head and inhaled two breaths of the cold wind blowing from the northwest. Only then did I feel that the discomfort coming from my stomach was a little better.
Then I endured the smell, grabbed the rope ladder and started to climb towards the deck. When I climbed onto the deck and just stood still, I realized that my black clothes seemed to be stained with a dark red color. , I can’t tell them apart, after all, they are black clothes...
Subconsciously, I twisted the clothes with my fingers, and my fingers were indeed stained with color. It was that kind of dull red, which looked like dried blood. No, it should be blood.
I looked at the deck under my feet with some disbelief. It was also that dark color. After discovering such a detail, I realized that it was not pure black at all, but so red that it turned purple, and it turned purple so black. .... Such an exaggeration makes the color of the ship look like black.
How much blood does it take to dye the hull of the ship this color? This thought really shocked me, and I looked up in horror, just in time to see the man in black, but he didn't seem to care about me. He just stood on the bow of the boat, looking at his hands, and I didn't know what he had in his hands. thing.
"If you don't want to die, go to the cabin. Even if you go to the cabin, you may not be able to survive. It's better than standing on the deck." As if he felt that I was looking at him, the man in black robe said this, his voice was very Peaceful, with a bit of vicissitudes of life, but I don't think of those people wearing bamboo hats in the Holy Village. Their speech has an indescribable "dead smell", and it feels like even the vocal cords have dried up.
Inexplicably, I don't have any bad feelings towards this man in black robes. Although I am full of curiosity and want to stand on the deck and see how the ship sails into Guita Bay from a normal place, but the... The one-tenth-thousandth responsibility made me know that I'd better not be too meddlesome and "cherish my life."
So I was silent for a while, and then walked into the cabin silently.
If there is a vague smell of blood, it still lingers in the nose, but being in the cabin of this blood ship (it should be called a blood ship at this moment) is much better than standing on the deck, because there is a kind of burning in this cabin that I I don't know what the fragrance is, but it has been exuding a very comfortable and not strong aroma, which dilutes the smell of blood.
It even makes people feel more and more addictive the more they smell it.
The entire cabin does not look like a cabin. The floor is covered with straw mats similar to those often used in Japan. However, I also know that this is the style of the Tang Dynasty in China. There are also obvious Tang Dynasty style items on the straw mat. Furniture, the magical incense is on the low table, rising through an exquisite incense burner.
This is more like a hall with simple decoration, but exuding exquisiteness and ancient style.
I was the only one in the whole cabin, and I didn't see anyone else at all... Under the comfort of this magical fragrance, my mood gradually relaxed, and my fatigue came over me. I didn't care. I lay down on the straw mat, letting my wet clothes stick to me. Although I was wary of what the fragrance was, I also had the feeling that no matter what it was, I was obsessed with its scent.
The boat sailed very smoothly, but I didn't know how long it would take to sail, what magical place Guidawan was in, and how far away it was.
Under the comfort of the aroma, the severe pain all over my body was relieved a lot, and I fell into a deep sleep.
I don’t know how long it took, but I was woken up by the sound of slight footsteps. I was originally lying on the floor, so the footsteps were particularly clear to me.
I opened my eyes drowsily, feeling that I was sleeping comfortably, and then I woke up completely. I found that the man in black robe had walked into the cabin and was standing above my head looking at me.
I was inexplicably embarrassed, and subconsciously I stood up. On the originally clean straw mat, there was a slightly dirty red and yellow mixed human-shaped mark left.
The yellow soil naturally rolled down the loess slope. Once soaked in water, the loess turns into mud. Even if it is washed away, it cannot be completely clean. As for the red, it is naturally the unknown blood rubbed on the hull.
"You soiled my floor." The man in black robe said. As he spoke, he took off the bamboo hat on his head, walked quietly to the short table and sat down.
Only then did I see him clearly. He had a square face and indescribable vicissitudes in his eyes. He was a middle-aged man, and he was playing with a black wooden sign in his hand.
He didn't care about my appearance at all. He gently rubbed the black wooden sign with his thumb, then sat behind the short table, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone placed on the short table, and began to practice word by word. Character.
"The cabin you should stay in is down below, don't you know?" He said to me calmly without raising his head. Thinking about it, he put down the pen in his hand and pointed at a place.
The place he was pointing to was the window of the cabin. Next to the window with a strong ancient style, there was a huge calligraphy hanging, which read: "Those who board the ship, get off."
And I followed the words and looked in, and sure enough, there was a half-covered screen. There was a square opening behind the screen. I guessed that the opening should be the downward stairs.
This was something I didn't expect. I was already thin-skinned. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but explain: "I was too tired and didn't pay attention when I came in... Moreover, the smell of this fragrance is so good that I don't know why." Sleep... "
The middle-aged man didn't seem to care much. He picked up the incense burner on the short table and said, "Are you talking about this? It is indeed a rare thing. At least it cannot be found in this world now. It must be special. There will only be a place."
A special place? Don’t some special places still exist in this world? What does this mean? However, I was indeed a little curious and couldn't help but ask: "What kind of fragrance is this?"
"Ambergris, you can call it that, but it's not the kind found in whales' bellies, it's..." As he spoke, he frowned slightly, then put down the incense burner in his hand, not wanting to continue talking, nor I know what I have fallen into again.
The atmosphere between me and him suddenly became a little silent. When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but remind him: "It's time for you to go down."
I thought this person was very strange, but I really had no reason to stay longer. I could only turn around and walk towards the square entrance. But when I walked past the window, I accidentally saw the scenery outside, which still showed a sense of vicissitudes of life. The majestic loess mountains look so familiar... They should be the mountains surrounding the backwater bay.
This discovery made me stunned, and I couldn't help but take a closer look. It was indeed that mountain
Could it be that I only slept for ten minutes? Is it because of the incense that I sleep so comfortably
Even though I knew it was rude, I couldn't help but ask: "Sir, how long have I been asleep?"
The man ignored me at first, but rubbed the wooden sign and muttered to himself: "You have been dead for a long time, but I am still alive involuntarily, and even my appearance has not changed."
What does this mean? My frown deepened.