What's frightening is that the entire ship is painted bright red from top to bottom, floating in the mist, like a blood-red coffin.
After getting closer, Yang Xiao could see clearly that the blood-red color on it was not blood, but paint. Now the paint had peeled off so much that it was mottled everywhere, and the original wood color was exposed in many places.
The ship's deck is covered with sand and water plants. The entire ship is wet, as if it has been soaked in water for a long time. Some places have rotted. The ship's body is covered with cracks of various sizes, and water is still flowing along the cracks. .
This is an old ship, no, to be precise, it should be a sunken ship!
Su Tingting covered her mouth and looked up with horror on her face. Yang Xiao noticed it and followed her line of sight. He saw that the big red lantern on the mast was blown up by the wind, and the back of it happened to be exposed. A pale 囍 character bumped into it. In eyes.
Yang Xiao was shocked, this turned out to be a Bohu ship!
Because of his work, Yang Xiao usually spends a lot of time searching and sorting out information. There is a custom of worshiping the river god in places near large rivers. During festivals, the whole village must worship in large numbers, throw three animals, tie paper maids and so on.
But if something big happens, such as a disaster year that can starve people to death, or the sudden disappearance of fish and shrimp in the river, etc., then the specifications of the sacrifice will be even higher.
At that time, the village chief or the senior elder in charge of sacrifices in the village will come forward to choose one of the unmarried girls in the village as the bride to be sacrificed to the river god, hoping to appease the river god's anger and bless him. The village enjoys good weather and has a succession of heirs.
The girl will dress up and take a red boat alone to the river late at night under the watch of the whole village.
At this moment, a hole has been drilled in the bottom of the boat. Soon after reaching the center of the lake, the boat will sink. This means that the marriage has been completed and the river god has received his bride.
It is said that in order to prevent the bride from escaping midway, careful villagers will tie one of the bride's feet with a thick rope used to tie animals, and the other end of the rope will be tied tightly to the wooden stack on the boat.
Because the river god is often called He Bo in the local area, this kind of wedding boat is also called the Bo Bo boat.
However, Yang Xiao has also heard another saying. Because this kind of happy event connects yin and yang, it is called Bai Bo. However, in some dialects, Bai Bo cannot be distinguished, so it is also called Bo Bo Ship.
But no matter which one it is, it is all real feudal dregs. The selected girls are all from poor families. Now this so-called Bochu Ship has been completely thrown into the dust of history. Yang Xiao did not expect it. Met here.
The book says that there are two most important features of this Boxi boat. One is that the whole boat is covered in red, and the other is that a red lantern is hung on the pole with a large white character on it.
The word "囍" is affixed on the back of the lantern, because it is not for living people to see, but for He Bo.
Now that the two pieces fit together perfectly, there is no doubt that this is a boat. Now that Yang Xiao has become more and more sure of his previous guess, there is indeed something to be said for Xi Yao's death.
"boom!"
The sudden collision interrupted Yang Xiao's thoughts. He saw the door of the Bohu ship shake, and his whole body went numb the next second. The book said that the bride who was sacrificed to Hebo dressed up and sat down. In the cabin.
If you don’t slip away now, when will you wait?
Yang Xiaocao raised the pole and was about to escape, but a terrifying scene occurred. No matter how hard he rowed, he could not escape. He could only watch the two ships getting closer and closer.
Upon seeing this, Su Tingting rushed to help. He found a half-broken oar in the cabin and rowed outward desperately.
But even with Su Tingting's help, the two ships just stopped getting closer. At this moment, the two ships remained relatively stationary, with only 4 or 5 meters apart.
The sound of slapping the cabin door became louder and harder. After all, the old and decaying hatch couldn't bear it anymore. The opening and closing parts were directly disconnected, and a pale arm stretched out from it.
Strangely enough, after seeing this arm, Yang Xiao and Su Tingting, who were already tired and exhausted, immediately became energetic. Their waists no longer hurt, and their arms were no longer sore. With all the energy in their bodies, they lowered their heads. Paddling hard.
Soon, a figure emerged from the cabin in embarrassment. This person was soaked all over, his clothes were tightly wrapped around his body, his hair was disheveled, and there were water plants stuck to his hair.
You can tell it's a man, no, it's the third young master!
The third young master staggered and ran to the side of the boat. His posture was very strange along the way. He stretched out his hand in the direction of Yang Xiao and Su Tingting, and uttered an inarticulate voice, "Help me...save me quickly..."
Even Su Tingting could see something was wrong at this moment. How could the third young master be in the cabin of this sunken ship? There was a female ghost inside who just responded to the situation!
"It's fake, paddle quickly!" Yang Xiao lowered his voice and didn't dare to stop moving his hands for a moment.
Su Tingting just lowered her head and paddled. Suddenly, she saw a scene in the corner of her eye that scared her so much that she almost dropped the oar in her hand.
In the reflection on the lake, there is a person standing behind the third young master. This person is swollen and close to the third young master. He is holding the third young master's arm with both hands, controlling the third young master like a puppet. Make an action.
Su Tingting finally understood why the third young master's movements looked so uncoordinated, because it was not him at all!
The next second, the figure behind the third young master paused, and then suddenly turned his head to look at Su Tingting through the water. The moment his eyes collided, Su Tingting stopped breathing. It was a dark green, rotten and swollen face like two heads. Big grimace!
The eyes were almost squeezed into a slit by the rotten flesh, but from that slit, Su Tingting could really feel the cold and malicious gaze.
Her mind started to feel dizzy, and she almost had the urge to plunge into the lake, "I can't die, I don't want to die!" The strong desire to survive drove her to bite the tip of her tongue, the smell of blood exploded, and the strong tingling sensation made her instantly Come to your senses.
"The ghost is behind him, controlling the third young master." Su Tingting immediately reminded Yang Xiao, "Don't look at the lake. The ghost can see us in the reflection."
"Thank you." Yang Xiao also noticed it just now, but he focused more on how to escape from here.
Of course, Su Tingting’s good intentions should not be let down, and newcomers need encouragement.
Finally, their efforts paid off. Their boat finally moved and began to move away from the Bochu boat. After rowing about 30 meters, a strange singing suddenly sounded behind them.
The babbling singing was ethereal, sometimes distant and sometimes near, but the unwillingness and grief and anger contained in it made people feel cold all over. He had the courage to look back, and Yang Xiao saw a terrifying scene.
The third young master is standing on the deck of the boat, with one hand high and the other low. He is in a posture that ordinary people can never do. He is taking small steps under his feet, holding a flower finger in his hand, and a thick hemp rope is tied to his left ankle. , the other end is tied under the mast.
The babbling singing sounds flowed on the mist-shrouded lake, like the beginning of a big drama.
With the sound of opera singing, the boat slowly sank, and soon, the third young master was standing half-body in the water.
But as if he didn't feel anything, he continued singing, walking, and changing postures and gestures until he was swallowed by the lake.
