The worst thing about the sea is that only after you reach the end, you will know whether you are going the right way or the wrong way. After sailing for five days and five nights, you drifted in the direction of the setting sun every day, but the sun is so big, is it heading south? Whether it is to the north or to the north, no one can tell.
In the early morning of this day, Hu Zi still got up early, carried the sea water twice with a bucket, and washed the deck. When the sun rose, he could sweep up the salt grains on it. When he turned back and entered the cabin, Huzi let out a sigh, feeling that something was not right, but no matter how much he thought about it, he didn't know why.
More than an hour later, Mu Ziyun came out of the cabin. Hu Zi had just warmed up the dry food, handed it to him and said: "There are cumulus clouds in the sky, and it is expected to rain around noon. Lower the sails and be prepared."
After gnawing on dry food and stretching, Mu Ziyun looked at the sun three to four feet above the sea and said, "It's a pity that I don't have the ability to paint. It would be great if eldest sister could see such a beautiful sunrise."
After being stunned for a while, both of them jumped up. Huzi shouted: "Why are you going east! Turn around quickly, I said something is wrong."
Mu Ziyun shouted while shaking the oar: "It was smooth and steady yesterday. Could it be that the bow of the boat was turned while sleeping at night? Huzi, look at the map quickly, don't make a mistake."
"I can't see it. I have no reference. I can only remember the distance I took when I came and the direction I deviated from, and then go back from the Chu border exactly as it was. I don't know how long I turned around and drifted. I was so confused. It’s all chaos!”
Both of them were anxious. Mu Ziyun asked, "Can we go east to the Seven Kingdoms? Let's go all over again."
Huzi shook his head and said worriedly: "We can't go anywhere. We can only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor, so we go west. I just hope we have good luck and can encounter Huzhou."
After the bow of the boat turned back to the west, the two of them sat in the boat without saying anything, thinking that they might not be able to return to Huzhou.
After a few hours of silence, raindrops began to fall vaguely. Huzi sighed and stood up, saying, "Let's get through this rain shower first. It seems to be quite strong." Muziyun said favorably and helped. busy.
Misfortunes never come singly, this rain is not only a real storm, but also mixed with thunder clouds and lightning. Huzi clings to the hull of the ship, and once the ship is lifted by the sea water, he uses his heavy domain to push it back.
The cabin was filled with water. Fortunately, Huzhou's shipbuilding skills were exquisite. From noon to night, there was no leakage. Both of them were like eggplants beaten by frost, their whole bodies were wet. When the wind and rain calmed down, Mu Ziyun quickly used the flame to dry them.
The fog was very thick at night, as if the black clouds in the sky were pressing down on the sea. The two of them had no idea which direction they were going. The bad premonition was getting heavier and heavier, and a growing sense of despair weighed on their hearts.
There was a long silence, and neither of them dared to speak, fearing that one word would crush their psychological bottom line. Their minds were desperately thinking, where are we going? Is it Huzhou?
The fire beads were hanging on the bow of the ship. The flames shot out before could only illuminate a dozen or so steps in front of them. Gradually, the wind stopped completely, and the surroundings became quiet, with only the waves beating against each other.
A sound gradually sounded in the mist. The tune was very strange and getting closer and closer. The two stood shoulder to shoulder with their hearts in their throats. Each person held an oar and slowly moved towards the sound. Cross out.
It was a "living creature", and it was approaching the ship. The thick fog was pierced layer by layer, and a black stone with jagged edges appeared in front of me. When I got closer, I found that it turned out to be a stone mountain in the sea, but this sound Where did it come from?
After rowing the boat to the side of the stone mountain, Mu Ziyun reached out and touched it. The black stone was not hard and had regular patterns on it. It seemed like many stones were piled together.
At this time, Huzi grabbed Mu Ziyun's shoulder with his right hand and said in a trembling voice: "This is not a mountain, it is a ship. Look." Huzi pointed his finger upward.
Mu Ziyun looked up along his fingers. When the thick fog thinned, he was horrified to see the mast that seemed to be thrust into the sky. Several rusty iron products were tied to the broken gray sail. There were many wounds on the hull, especially on the rear left side, where there was a large black hole two and a half feet wide and high. Sea water kept pouring in, but the ship was stable and had no intention of sinking.
The fog was getting thicker, and the two people leaning against the big ship felt a chill. Bang, bang, bang, bang, this should be a sunken ship many years ago. It accidentally floated up from the sea and became a ghost ship, alone on the sea forever. It was drifting endlessly, and there seemed to be many shriveled bags piled on it, which was particularly eerie in this silent night.
Both of them had the idea of leaving quickly, and paddled forward. After a moment, a shadow passed by. They both shivered at the same time, and turned to look at the boat. They were suddenly frightened. It turned out that there was a shadow at the stern of the boat. There was a chair with a skeleton sitting on it, seemingly still wearing clothes and posing in a comfortable posture.
After exhaling, the two of them wiped away the cold sweat, but unexpectedly, what happened next was even more terrifying. Mu Ziyun, who was paddling with his head lowered, glanced at the skeleton again. Although he could not see clearly through the fog, the skeleton was indeed moving. For a moment.
"Ah!" Mu Ziyun shouted, wrapping the two of them in large flames.
"What's wrong!" Huzi said anxiously.
"That guy is alive!" Mu Ziyun pointed at the skeleton and shouted.
Cold sweat broke out on Huzi's face, and he forced himself to say: "Don't be confused, this boat has been floating for a hundred years, how can there be any living things." Just as he was talking, he suddenly stopped, and behind the thick fog, The skeleton has changed its posture at some point, with the skull leaning forward and its legs hooked apart.
Mu Ziyun whispered: "What should I do?"
Huzi gathered the three-sided sky stone hammer tightly and whispered back: "Escape first, escape carefully, I'm afraid it's a dirty thing." The two had just become immortals in the Seven Kingdoms, and now they encountered something unknown. There is no resistance at all. Horrible things depend on the occasion and the conditions. No matter how bold a person is, there will always be times when he is frightened.
The skeleton moved slowly. Mu Ziyun and Huzi were about to stop breathing nervously. The skeleton stretched out his hands and moved them to both sides. It was strange! The thick fog immediately dispersed to both sides, and the skeleton immediately appeared. Oh my god, it turned out to be not a dead thing, but a living person.
His age can no longer be traced, and this guy cannot be simply described as skinny. If the outer layer of skin were removed, I am afraid that only a frame would be left. The two eyeballs are protruding quite a bit, the mouth cannot be closed, and the two rows of teeth are tightly together.
Huzi flew into the sky and summoned up the courage to shout: "No matter what, fight him." After the roar, it was very calm down there. Huzi looked down and his eyes widened, and he saw Mu Ziyun's whole body covered with fire. The fist was still stretched forward, and the skeleton man's finger was right on the bridge of Mu Ziyun's nose.
Mu Ziyun's body was trembling slightly, and he couldn't move no matter how hard he tried, as if he was possessed.
Unexpectedly, the skeleton withdrew his hand and floated back to the ghost ship like Yao Jing did before. He sat back in his chair. He pointed at the sky and moved his fingers. Huzi fell back into the ship inexplicably.
Then the skeleton man pointed at the two of them, and then pointed in a certain direction, and a gap opened in the thick fog in that direction. Huzi and Muziyun's boats moved that way on their own initiative.
The skeleton curled up and closed his eyes, as if falling asleep, while the surrounding fog quickly covered the ghost ship.
It only lasted half an hour, but Mu Ziyun and Hu Zi felt like they were rolling in hot soup and ice water twice. Nothing was clear, and there was no time to recall anything. Before the heart rate dropped, the bow of the ship had already left the fog area. The fog was blocked by some kind of barrier, and it did not cross the boundary at all.
The two people, rubbing their eyes, looked at each other over and over again, and then looked at each other. It turned out that they were not mistaken. Around them, there were quiet boats one after another. The moonlight shone on the sea in front of them. Quietly, all the boats had no one rowing them, and they all sailed in the same direction, as if heading to hell. , sailing to heaven.
