This is in a parallel world, a small island in Europe.
The strong wind brought the roar of huge waves, and under the torrential rain, the small island seemed like a boat struggling in the stormy waves, ready to capsize at any time.
Lightning occasionally splits the darkness, reflecting a small, dead fishing village on the island.
In one of the courtyards, the teenager lying in the bedroom seemed to be having a nightmare, his brows were tightly wrinkled.
After a while, the boy opened his eyes from the darkness, and heaved a long sigh...
The torrential rain raged all night.
When the rain cleared, it was already noon the next day. Wisps of cooking smoke rose from the small fishing village, and the island finally regained its vitality.
On the beach by the sea, the figures of a dozen teenagers were carrying bamboo baskets, quickly searching for the legacy left behind by the receding tide. There are snails, shellfish, and sea prawns on the beach, and occasionally you can pick up fish that can still jump.
During the storm last night, these teenagers were already full of expectations for today's action, so they rushed out of the fishing village as soon as the weather cleared. At this moment, the bamboo baskets are already half full.
Some old people came out of the village one after another and joined the ranks of catching the sea.
At the corner of the beach, there is a small natural harbor with jagged sea rocks, which is the wharf of the small fishing village. At this time, there are more than a dozen small fishing boats moored, and the young and strong fishermen are struggling to pull the fishing nets set up last night.
On the beach, there are several broken wrecks of fishing boats resting among the rocks.
Zheng Yang did not go to the beach to rummage for seafood like other friends, but knocked around the wreckage of these fishing boats, looking for something.
The boy he inherited had just turned fifteen years old, and his parents hadn't come back since they went to sea a year ago.
Two months ago, the five-no youth of the earth came to this world.
This is a strong win.
The little Zheng Yang in this world died of a high fever. His remnant soul collided with Zheng Yang who had traveled through time, and his soul flew away. The time traveler occupied the magpie's nest and inherited his body and memory...
Two months have passed, and now on the beach, Zheng Yang has searched for several rotten boats, and he was forced to dig out five unrotten planks of different sizes...and some rusty nails.
The scrapped fishing boats that can be reused have already been dismantled. His harvest can be said to be very good!
Ten minutes later, Zheng Yang returned to his yard carrying the plank and nails in his pocket. In the yard is a small pile of old ship planks, wood and iron nails collected before, plus the five pieces dug back this time, the total planks are only nine pieces.
Fortunately, three of them are quite large.
"about there!"
Zheng Yang already had a draft in mind, put down the materials he had just collected, and officially began to "build" the boat.
After beating and sawing, at dusk, there were not many materials left in the yard, and a very simple small sampan appeared instead.
In fact, it is just a simple piece of old ship planks and wood, which barely looks like a ship.
This thing Zheng Yang calls a "boat" has a pointed head and a flat tail. It is no more than two meters long, and the widest point is only seventy or eighty centimeters.
This is Zheng Yang's "boat". He looked at it in silence for a while, and he knew that such a thing would never last ten minutes before sinking in the water.
"The first step is completed. Doesn't it mean that the simpler the ship, the higher the success rate? Such a ship is simple enough!"
Zheng Yang looked at the sky, and before he had time to finish dinner, he took a carving knife and began to carve carefully in his "boat".
It wasn't until after ten o'clock that Zheng Yang was dizzy with hunger, and finally finished the work at hand, and then went into the kitchen to make a mess of food to fill his stomach.
The small fishing village was quiet, only the sound of crashing from the sea.
The soft moonlight sprinkled on the yard, like a layer of mist-like gauze. Zheng Yang locked the door tightly, climbed up the wall and looked around to make sure there was no one around, then returned to his room, and dragged out a wooden box from under the bed.
Soon, he moved the box next to the "boat" in the yard, opened the box, took out a bunch of bottles and jars and strange tools, and laid them out one by one by his side in a specific order.
Under the light of the flashlight, these containers contained various unknown liquids, powders, and some internal organs of biological organs, which looked very scary.
After Zheng Yang arranged these containers, he took a deep breath, and took out a leather-like thing from his bosom. After unfolding, an extremely complicated pattern was drawn on it.
This pattern is exactly the same as the pattern that Zheng Yang carved in the "boat" overnight. Zheng Yang has already practiced countless times on the beach, and he is very familiar with it. But Zheng Yang still checked it carefully at this time, and after confirming that there were no mistakes, he put the leather aside.
"Xiao Zhengyang's father did not know where he got this rite chart. I hope it can really transform my broken ship into a spiritual ship as recorded in the travel notes!"
Zheng Yang opened the first bottle, sucked up the juice with a brush, and painted the juice on specific locations along the drawn pattern.
The bottles are opened one by one, the materials are used less and less, and the pattern on the boat is getting fuller and fuller, giving a vague feeling of ancient and vast.
These materials include mercury, gums, plant juices, animal tissue fluids, and powders ground from certain shells and minerals. It took Zheng Yang more than a month to collect them all on this small island.
The record of these materials is an old travel book collected by Xiao Zheng Yang's father. Fortunately, his father taught Xiao Zheng Yang to identify these materials when he was a child, otherwise Zheng Yang would not be able to get them all.
In that travel note, it described a half-life "spirit ship" that could evolve, which required the combined action of magic circles, rituals, and spirits, and the success rate was very low. The spirit guide is on the leather pattern. It has a name called a scroll, which is a consumable item.
Zheng Yang very much suspected that Xiao Zheng Yang's father had obtained the book of travel notes and ceremonial rituals and planned to build a spirit ship by himself, but he didn't know why he didn't do it, but instead taught Xiao Zheng Yang so many related things since he was a child.
Or that he was originally prepared for Xiao Zhengyang? It's a little hard to understand.
Let's talk about the yard, as all the liquid materials were used up, Zheng Yang sprinkled the powder on certain areas, and then placed the biological organs one by one. These biological organs are used for a summoning ceremony, all Crap like bullfrog livers and owl eyes.
"It's kind of evil!"
At this moment, Zheng Yang's little face became extremely serious. He picked up a sharp knife, sterilized it with alcohol, gritted his teeth and cut a four centimeter long wound in the palm of his left hand, and pressed it directly on the scroll when blood gushed out.
“Uketi…” (Enlightenment)
As Zheng Yang read a strange syllable according to the phonetic notation in that travel note, a cloud of silver light suddenly appeared on the scroll, blending with the moonlight.
"It's bright! The legendary mysticism actually exists!"
Zheng Yang took a deep breath, grabbed the scroll decisively, and pressed it on the magic circle in the boat.
Immediately, the silver light quickly spread along the magic circle, covering Zheng Yang and the whole boat.
The moonlight in the sky was drawn by some force, pouring down like mercury, causing the silver light to become more and more intense.
"Canopy..."
The scroll suddenly burst into flames, and Zheng Yang quickly withdrew his hand.
At the same time, the biological organs on the magic circle in the ship emitted scarlet light, and formed a rotating six-pointed star with the flames, exuding a strange breath to communicate with the unknown.
I don't know if it was affected by this change, the sky darkened rapidly, the sky was covered by black clouds, the moonlight faded, and only the magic circle in the boat was still glowing with silver light.
And under the shroud of silver light, the hexagram array exudes a strange rhythm, and the center suddenly ripples like ripples, and then a creature with the size of a human head is seen passing through the ripples.
The hexagram flashed and then suddenly disappeared, along with the burning scroll and the sacrificed biological organs, replaced by a black flying insect with the size of a human head, lying in the center of the magic circle in a daze.
Zheng Yang was extremely nervous at this moment. Facing the miraculous ceremony, coupled with the instinctively frightening aura from the black flying insect in front of him, he almost forgot his next move.
However, he did not forget after all.
Snapped…
Zheng Yang picked up a hammer and hit the head of the black flying insect with all his strength, directly smashing the flying insect's head.
The strong resistance made Zheng Yang understand that the black flying insect is far from being as fragile as ordinary insects. Its body surface is clearly covered with fine and dense scales.
In the silver light, an illusory soul like smoke floating up from the body of the black flying insect was half the size of the flying insect.
The darkness of the sky was oppressive, as if a storm was coming, trying to obliterate the silver light in the yard.
"Troimo... (Feng Ling)"
Zheng Yang kept the steps in mind, and immediately recited another spell. The silver light on the magic circle suddenly brightened tenaciously, and the pattern seemed to come alive. It quickly melted and absorbed the corpses and souls of flying insects, and then disappeared into the hull of the ship without a trace.
The silver light was divided into two parts, most of it was absorbed into the hull, and the smaller part was integrated into Zheng Yang's body, forming a pattern of a boat on the back of his left hand, communicating with a piece of subspace.
At this time, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the moonlight fell on the courtyard again, shining on Zheng Yang and his boat.