Chapter two hundred and thirty-eight: different days
This is a world where the fog never seems to lift.
The large ship is like a ghost ship. There is no one except himself, and all the other moving things are just shikigami, or mechas. Ye Linghuan has not yet figured out what those things are. But after receiving
After her attack, all the shikigami will attack her presence, as if she has triggered some kind of... defense mechanism in them. The only thing that can be determined is that their behavior
The animals are confined to the cabin. Once exposed, even on the open deck, they will not take another step forward. When they attack, they will extend a kind of slender tentacles that are not usually displayed, with uniform width.
, the front end was sharp, and the length seemed to be endless. When the phoenix ran to the board of the ship, those tentacles would stop suddenly and no longer move forward. She didn't know what they were, she just felt sick.
She didn't know how long she had been wandering here. However, at least the change of time here was so normal. The entire ship was carried forward by the thick fog, and her sight could not reach further places. Wherever she looked, there were
The rolling river. She often gets seasick due to the bumps, but she has
There is nothing she can throw up. These days, it is not easy to get food. Because she no longer eats processed food on the ship, she is no longer affected by any enchantment formations or ghost walls in the ship. The structure of the ship is
Very fixed. Those shikigami started patrolling, and she had to hide.
Avoid them. I was able to defeat them before because those tentacles had not been triggered yet, but it is different now. The only way for the lings to get food is to find a gap in their patrol and run to the kitchen. There is a warehouse in the kitchen.
There are a lot of uncooked rice noodles stored inside, and
There are vegetables. They always seem to be fresh. Is it because they are under the influence of some magic? Ling Huan no longer dares to eat them. And until now, she has not figured out where the rust-like powder comes from. These days
Later, she could only survive by eating those raw rice grains.
No one comes anymore... maybe it's because there's not enough time. Anyway, neither that young master nor anyone else has come to deal with this out-of-control place. Maybe we can figure out the reason. After all, it is lonely and closed on the vast river.
, the news was difficult to convey. Ling Huan knew that he had to think of some way, at least to leave before the young master came again.
Ling Quan's stomach often felt heavy and sore, probably caused by the indigestible uncooked rice. She remembered inexplicably that her elders said that during the famine, people in many places could only survive by eating Guanyin soil. Until now, many poor people
People also live by this. She asked at that time whether it was impossible for soil to be eliminated.
After being dissolved, wouldn’t it be... excreted in the end? The elders said, yes, there is indeed nothing we can do, but at least we can trick our stomach into knowing what it feels like to be full. And a lot of soil cannot be excreted either.
, and if you drink some water, they will be firmly stuffed in your stomach, and your belly will still stand out until you starve to death.
Education like this is very common in the Ye family. Their ancestors also lived in poverty before they became rich. Now the family is not very prosperous, but it still occupies a small corner in various fields of the world, relying on such
The spirit has been passed down. Of course, Ling Huan has never been hungry since she was a child. No matter how much she sympathizes with the poor people in the story, it is just something in the story. But now, hunger has really come to her door. With Xie Zhe
They travel the world
During that short period of time, of course, there were times when she couldn't eat on time, but she didn't feel pain because she knew that the next meal would always be there. Even in the wilderness, a good hunter like Han Zhang could do it.
Getting game meat for them. It was completely different now. Every day she was on tenterhooks, and every grain of rice was hard-earned. When she really couldn't swallow it, she would grind it finer with her teeth and mix it with saliva.
When it's made into porridge, it's almost the same as cooked rice.
This life would never last, she knew, and she couldn't wait another day.
Ling Quan has noticed that the fog that will not dissipate day or night must be caused by magic. What she can't figure out is what role this fog plays? According to her current deduction, this may be the source of power for the ship. Because
Such a large and quiet ship had no one rowing for it, but it was still drifting slowly. Another thing that puzzled her was that she wanted to
Do you know what kind of river this river is? There are at least a dozen such wide rivers in her knowledge. But no matter which one, they will pass through some large cities, and the cities along the large rivers are very prosperous. But these
God, she had never heard any noise coming from the coast. Could it be that this ship was traveling very slowly and had never passed a town before?
She must leave. She cannot stay for a moment longer.
Ling Huan sat on the side of the boat and looked at the river below. It was already dark, but there was a warm shimmer on the water, and she didn't know where it was reflected from. She was not very good at swimming, so she couldn't drown herself.
The point. How far away from the river bank is, due to the thick fog
The reason was completely invisible. The things in her package were not valuable, so she didn't plan to take the risk. Anyway, the most precious things, Wan Guizhi and Tao Xun, were not in her hands. She held her breath, stared at the river, and finally made up her mind.
, leaned forward and jumped down.
The sound of water exploded in her ears, and the water was bone-chilling. It was hardly like the temperature in summer. For some reason, the water here was very thick and heavy, as if countless hands were dragging her. She struggled
I swam in the water and tried my best to overcome these inexplicable resistances. The thick fog was so long that I couldn't see the end.
She felt discouraged every time she took a breath. But when she accidentally opened her eyes in the water, she felt that everything in front of her eyes was red, as if she was struggling in a sea of blood. But she confirmed that her clothes were not dyed.
The water doesn't have any strange smell. Is there something wrong with my eyes?
Her strength was gradually disappearing, and she was worried that she would not be able to swim to the shore. What comforted her a little was that the fog had become much thinner. She tried her best to ensure that she swam in one direction, secretly cheering herself up in her heart.
It had been so long, so she was probably very close to the shore, right? She didn't know if there were any pursuers behind her, and she didn't know if the night could provide her with cover. She could only swim as hard as she could. If this went on, Ling Huan became more and more tired, feeling that her whole body
My strength is getting weaker and weaker, and I can't even encourage myself anymore.
Her consciousness was on the verge of losing consciousness. At this moment, she saw a red flower.
What is this? Is it extending from the shore? It must be very close to the shore! Ling Quan suddenly felt that strength surged into his limbs again, and stretched out his right hand to grab the leafless flower. This flower is very
It's strong, like a hemp rope. What's even more amazing is that it spreads to Ling Hu's arm, and he pulls her up as well.
Ling Quan came to the land, like a embarrassed reptile. She coughed hard, coughing up the water in her throat. Her vision was still blurry, covered with a thin layer of water. When lying on the ground, except for
In addition to the outlines of her own hands, she also saw a pair of red shoes directly in front of her field of vision.
She recovered slightly, raised her head, and looked up along the shoes.
It was a woman in red shoes and a red skirt, with long black hair, who seemed to be the same age as herself. As soon as Ling Huan regained consciousness, he hurriedly got up and said to her in a panic:
"Yes, was it you who saved me? I saw a flower..."
When she looked at the shore again, there were no flowers anywhere. The surrounding area was deserted, with only yellow-brown sand and not even a single green weed. What surprised her even more was that when Ming Ming jumped off the side of the ship,
It had already fallen into the night, but now... why was it only when the sun was setting? The sky was orange-red and looked warm, but she couldn't feel any temperature.
Everything was so weird that it scared her.
Seeing that she suddenly stopped talking, the woman in front of her looked confused.
"I saw you struggling in the water."
Her voice was very calm, which made Ling Huan feel a little comforted. She turned back and looked at the river. I don't know if it was dyed by the sunset or because of the water itself. The color there was a strange blood yellow. Ling Huan stammered:
"I, I got off a ship. I was caught by bad guys, and I found an opportunity to escape at night..."
"Where is the boat?" The woman was confused. "The river has always been so calm, and it has never been dark."
A few simple words made Ling Huan almost unable to process the information. She looked blankly at the spacious river surface. There was indeed nothing on it, and there was no shadow of any big ship. She suspected that the strange fog was hiding the ship.
Get up, that is to say, is the ship still somewhere? In this case, will those shikigami catch up? Thinking of this, she
She couldn't help but take a few steps back. Besides, on this day, the woman said that there had never been a change of day and night. If she had escaped from the boat at dawn, she would not have believed what the woman said, but it had never fallen into the night.
The idea that the sun has turned back again? Could it be that every day and night she endured was an illusion created by the strange fog?
"Then, where is this place?" Ling Huan asked dryly.
"This is the bank of the Burial Head River."
"Is it...the intersection of life and death?"
"Exactly."
"So I'm dead?"
Ling Huan couldn't believe it, she stood there helplessly. The water stains on her body had dried, which was very unnatural, but she was in no mood to worry about it. She wanted to cry a little, but she couldn't. She clearly felt that she
Still alive.
"Ordinary people shouldn't be able to enter here." The woman tilted her head, "Maybe you are still alive."
It was also eighty percent that she was hidden in the ship by the Wuyong people in some way. Thinking about it this way, they were really shrewd. She felt a little relieved, but her worry did not lessen.
"What's on your arm?" The woman pointed to her wrist, "Why are there so many little dots?"
"I, I don't know..."
Only then did Ling Huan realize that there were indeed dense black spots on his arms, but they were very inconspicuous. How did this girl see them? Then again, she had never noticed it herself. Maybe she was a little...
... Malnutrition. There are always many strange diseases when you don't eat the right food. Previously, because the light was too dark and her mind was not on her body, she never noticed these small changes. She guessed that she must look similar now
A refugee.
Ling Huan asked cautiously: "Then who are you? Are you an impermanent ghost, or...a monster?"
"Me?" the woman pointed to herself, "I want to know too. I am neither a human nor a ghost. I am not restricted by any boundaries. I can come and go freely. If you want to know something, you can call me She Zishu."
"Saving Zishu... then, Miss Zishu, how should I leave here?"
"There are many ways and many roads. Where do you want to go?"
"..."
Ling Huan didn't know where she wanted to go or where she could go. Of course she wanted to go home, but how did the girl in front of her know where she lived? At present, it seemed that her willingness to help him was a great thing.
"I think... when we return to the present world, the closer the better, and the more people there are, the better."
