It was deserted here. I checked the deck several times with my clairvoyance. There was not even a ghost, let alone any living creatures.
Standing on the deck of the ghost ship, I realized that this place was a completely different world than what I had just seen in the fog. The deck alone was already incredibly large, with a length of nearly two hundred meters and a width of sixty or seventy meters.
.Not counting the height of the ship, which is four floors above and below. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a small aircraft carrier. Is this really a sea-going ship built during the Ming Dynasty?
However, the entire deck is empty. It is still a dilapidated scene due to the passage of time. The floor has long been decayed. If you walk on it for a few steps, you will make a "crunching" sound. And you must be extra careful when walking.
, who knows which kick is in the air, you can directly reach the level below.
Fatty Sun followed Monk Xiao and walked back and forth on the deck a few times. After finding nothing unusual, he kept talking more and more: "Will there be such a big ship in the Ming Dynasty? It was not the ship that Zheng Chenggong took to visit Taiwan.
Right? Hao Tou, Old Master Xiao, Gao... Director, did they make a mistake? Did they confuse Zheng Chenggong with Zheng He?... This ship was wrapped in heavy fog just now, and it looked quite permeable. Now,
That's what happened when it came up... It's said that it's a ghost ship without even a single ghost. I'm not telling you, even if there is a will-o'-the-wisp to cope with the situation, it's fine."
I was really upset when I heard that. Although I knew he said this to embolden himself, I still felt uncomfortable after hearing the last two sentences: "Sun Dasheng, can't you speak according to the occasion? Don't you know what your situation is? Okay.
The ones that didn’t work, and the ones that were bad didn’t fail even once.”
Fatty Sun bared his teeth at me, and before he could say anything, a blue will-o'-the-wisp suddenly shot up from the gap in the floor under his feet.
Fatty Sun was so frightened by what he said that he turned pale and sat down on the deck. His weight of more than 260 kilograms was too heavy. He heard a "click" and Fatty Sun's whole butt had sunk in.
Inside the floor.
When Fatty Sun was struggling to get up, there were two sounds of "click, click" wooden boards breaking, and two dry and pale hands suddenly stretched out from under the floor to his left, grabbing Fatty Sun's left hand and left foot, like pulling him down.
The strength of these two strange hands was not small. The force of pulling down and the weight of Fatty Sun caused several pieces of the floor next to Sun Dasheng to collapse one after another.
Things happened so fast. The person closest to Fatty Sun was Monk Xiao. He grabbed Fatty Sun by the collar of his clothes and slowed down his sinking. Before he could move behind, the floor beneath Monk Xiao's feet also fell.
He stretched out two skinny hands and grabbed his ankles tightly.
Just when I thought Fatty Sun was about to be dragged down, a bright dagger suddenly appeared in his hand. Fatty Sun leaned slightly to the left, and then slashed the dagger in his hand towards the withered hand holding him.
He saw a flash of white light without making any sound, and the withered hand originally holding his left arm was cut off by Fatty Sun.
The severed hand fell to the ground, and after a second, a stream of dark red blood spurted out. Fatty Sun didn't stop, and with the power of the knife, he slashed at the withered hand holding his thigh. It was almost the same as the one holding his thigh.
It was the same thing just now, with a flash of sword, another withered hand fell on the deck. Two different versions of shrill screams came from under the floor. Originally, I wanted to go over and save him, but now it seems,
It's probably no longer useful.
The restraint on the left side was gone. Fatty Sun put his hands on the floor and pushed his legs hard to lift up his big butt that was lying on the floor. After a set of movements, it was urgent and not chaotic. Even if I have several years of special forces training
Bottom line, I dare not say that I can do better than Fatty Sun.
But why does the dagger in his hand look so familiar? I remembered that it was the dagger that Wu Rendi took in the girls' school. After Wu Rendi passed out that day, Fatty Sun searched him all over, but he didn't expect his courage.
Such a big guy, he really dared to intercept Wu Rendi.
At the same time, Monk Xiao also dealt with the two withered hands grabbing his ankles. Monk Xiao immediately took out a small wooden stick the size of a cigarette from his pocket. I wonder if phosphorus powder was added to it.
When the end of the stick caught the wind, it started to spark.
Monk Xiao held a small wooden stick in his hand, and tapped the sparkling end on his two withered hands. He didn't see how hard he was tapping, but he saw two jet-black burns on the two hands.
small dots, and then a wisp of black smoke emerged from the two small black dots, each burning out a scar with sparks. The two withered hands shook, and Monk Xiao took advantage of the situation to get rid of the two withered hands.
The moment Monk Xiao dodged the withered hands, Po Jun's gun rang out twice, the bullets passed through the palms of the two withered hands, and the withered hands retracted back to the bilge.
"There's something down there!" Fatty Sun ran over and shouted loudly. Only then did I notice that Fatty Sun was holding a dagger in one hand, and the other hand was holding the small bow that Wu Rendi had when he was in the girls' school.
Crossbow. With his outfit, not only me, but also Monk Xiao and Hao Wenming looked at the equipment in Fatty Sun's hands a little differently.
I said to Hao Wenming: "Hao Tou, what should we do now?"
Hao Wenming glanced at Monk Xiao with a strange expression and said, "What can we do? I didn't say that our ship has sunk. Now we have to take one step at a time."
I originally thought that if he dared to board the ghost ship, he must have already made a plan in his mind. But now after hearing Hao Wenming’s words, I began to feel unsure. I looked at the big hole on the empty deck where Fatty Sun sat out and said, "Then the first step is
How to go?"
Before Hao Wenming could answer me, Fatty Sun had already ran over. His first step was obviously a mistake. Fatty Sun ignored Monk Xiao and went straight to Hao Wenming. He stared and said: "Hao Tou, under the floor
What is it! If it weren’t for my great destiny, I would have been dragged down just now!”
"It's not that serious." Monk Xiao also came over, and the four of us stood together. Only Po Jun was still standing guard with a pistol pointed at A. Monk Xiao seemed to be holding something in his hand... It was the one who was shot just now.
The two withered hands that Fatty Sun chopped off! I said they looked so awkward, I thought I was seeing a ghost just now.
After Monk Xiao came over, he handed the withered hand to Hao Wenming. Director Hao took the withered hand calmly. He only glanced at it and his brows twisted into a knot. It seemed that he meant to say something, but he looked at it.
I glanced at it and then handed a withered hand to me: "Lazi, take a look and see if there is anything wrong with this claw."
What are you doing for me? I'm not a forensic doctor. Can't you just say it yourself? I suppressed my nausea and took Xie's withered hand. The blood from the cut had not completely coagulated and was still bleeding.
It's as disgusting as it looks. It's over, I can never eat pig's trotters or chicken feet again in my life.
I don’t know if the blood on this withered hand is almost gone, or because it has been covered in the cabin for hundreds of years, it is a bit too pale. Although it is wrinkled, the texture in the hand is still somewhat elastic. This
It doesn't look like the hands of a dead person. The most important thing is that when I look at it with my clairvoyance, I can't feel any life force at all. And judging from the wounds, the muscles and skin tissue don't look like they belong to a dead person.
This does not look like a dead hand, but it is a bit unreasonable to say that it is a living hand that has been around for more than 600 years. Although I do not deny that people can live forever (at least there are two suspected examples in the polling bureau). But I
I still can't believe that someone who is immortal can still have his hand chopped off by Fatty Sun.
Looking at me frowning, I haven't come to a conclusion for a long time. Hao Wenming and Monk Xiao are still fine, but Fatty Sun is a little impatient: "Lazi, I'm not telling you, just look at it twice, two claws,
What good stuff?”
I was also annoyed by what he said, and I had a prank in my mind: "Great Sage, come, take a look too..." As he said that, I threw a withered hand towards him. Fatty Sun was unprepared and had a conditioned reflex.
After catching the withered hand, he also felt nauseated for a while, saying: "Bah, bah, bah...", and threw the withered hand far away, impartially, and the withered hand was thrown into the place where Fatty Sun sat out just now.
In that big hole.
"Great Sage, is your reaction..." Before I could finish my words, there was a sudden noise from under the floor, as if something was being snatched from below. It raised our already tense nerves.
I pulled out the dagger given to me by my third uncle (the pistol had no bullets and was left at the polling bureau without taking it out). Fatty Sun and Po Jun pointed their crossbows and pistols at the hole respectively. Hao Wenming and Monk Xiao did not.
They started to move, but their eyes were fixed on the entrance of the cave. Monk Xiao also unbuttoned his coat. He seemed to have something pinned to his lower waist. If there was anything wrong, he would kill him.
The sound under the floor lasted for two or three minutes and then suddenly disappeared. It's not like this kind of silence is not a good sign. I always feel that it is a precursor to a storm.
While there was no movement down there, I took the opportunity to ask, "Hao Tou, what is down there?" Hao Wenming still stared at the big hole where Fatty Sun sat out, and said to me, "It's hard to say yet.
, the claw that the Great Sage chopped off was not a dead thing, but it can't be said to be alive either. I'm not saying that, but I do know a situation where a 'creature' that is neither human nor a ghost can appear, but how do you look at such a 'creature'?
Shouldn't be on this ship"
"Haha..." After hearing Hao Wenming's words, Monk Xiao suddenly laughed. He only said three words: "Immortal?" Director Hao was stunned for a moment. He did not go through the channel of the polling bureau for the matter of immortality.
I knew it, but I didn't expect anyone to say it. He turned to look at Monk Xiao: "Consultant Xiao, have you also heard of the immortal?"
Monk Xiao snorted: "Nonsense, you have only been in the special... polling bureau for a few days? But Fatty Gao still thinks highly of you, and he can talk to you about immortality."
Hearing what Monk Xiao said, the expression on Hao Wenming's face was somewhat unnatural. I took the opportunity to say to Monk Xiao: "Old Master Xiao, what is the immortal?" Originally I wanted to ask Hao Wenming, but now it seems that it is involved.
When I got to Gaoliang, he most likely refused to tell me, so I had to change my target to Monk Xiao.
Seeing that there was no movement on the deck, Monk Xiao began to relax a little: "The legend of the immortal is a by-product of Huainan King Liu An's refining the elixir of life. In the later stages of Liu An's refining of the elixir of life, I thought he had made it. Give him a trial of the elixir.
People who suddenly stopped aging, and had a tendency to grow new teeth and lose their hair. Liu An was overjoyed and planned to take the medicine on an auspicious day to become an immortal. Unexpectedly, a few days before he was about to take the medicine, he found that the person who had taken the elixir was
After stopping the drug, the body ages rapidly, almost at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye, and those who tested the drug died of old age one after another.
Of course Liu An did not dare to take this kind of medicine again, so he gave up this prescription. Later, after the King of Huainan emerged, this prescription became popular among the people. This elixir is like drinking poison to quench thirst. Taking it continuously does have the effect of immortality.
, but as soon as the drug is stopped, the person who has taken the drug will die immediately.
According to legend, someone used this recipe to live for more than three hundred years, but in the end he died because the ingredients in the recipe were not complete."
Monk Xiao grinned and wanted to say something. At this moment, Po Jun shouted: "There is something moving down there!" As soon as Po Jun finished speaking, he saw a black thing the size of a palm coming from under the hole.
He rushed up. The second before Po Jun was about to shoot, Fatty Sun stopped him: "Don't shoot! It's our rat!"
The little thing rushed to the deck and went straight to Fatty Sun. Then he could see clearly, what was it if it wasn't a money rat? This big rat crawled along Fatty Sun's trouser legs to his shoulder, and then landed on his shoulder again.
It barks and jumps. I really don’t know why it is so excited.
"Little fat man, there is something in the mouth of the money rat." Monk Xiao saw the money rat reappearing. He walked to Fatty Sun in a few steps. He took a closer look and found that the money rat's cheeks were bulging and there was something in its mouth.
It was holding something. Monk Xiao started to open the mouth of the money rat and take out the thing inside. But as soon as his hand came close to the mouth of the money rat, the big mouse began to bar his teeth and put on a desperate posture. Monk Xiao
He didn't dare to do anything, so he could only let Fatty Sun see what was inside.
Fatty Sun and Cai Shu might have had some affection in their previous life. Fatty Sun just spread his palm on Cai Shu's neck. Cai Shu opened his mouth in cooperation and spat the contents into Fatty Sun's palm.
The thing in Fatty Sun's hand is neither gold nor jade. At first glance, it looks like a small piece of beige stone. But if you look closely, you can't tell what material it is made of. Compared with gold and jade, it looks more like plastic. Fatty Sun sees it.
He frowned, turned to the Fortune Rat on his shoulder and said, "Did you make a mistake?"
Compared with Fatty Sun's disdainful expression, Monk Xiao's eyes widened: "Little Fatty, show me what you have in your hand. Come on, show me..."
The more anxious Monk Xiao became, the more indifferent Fatty Sun became, saying, "Old Master Xiao, don't be anxious. If you scare our mouse again, I'm not telling you what this little stone is that can make you so nervous."
"Why don't you bring it over and show it to me, I know what it is?" Monk Xiao said, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!" Monk Xiao almost shouted the last two words.
Seeing that Monk Xiao was really anxious, Fatty Sun handed the small stone to Monk Xiao: "Old Master Xiao, give it to me after reading it. Don't put it in your own pocket."
"What are you talking about!" Monk Xiao grabbed the small stone and played with it for a long time. Monk Xiao's eyes became brighter and brighter. Hao Wenming also came over and looked at Monk Xiao's hand.
After a few glances at the piece of 'plastic', he looked a little hesitantly, as if he was not sure what it was. He said to Monk Xiao: "Consultant Xiao, is this... a ghost?"
Monk Xiao said "hmm" and took it as an answer to Hao Wenming. Director Hao didn't care, and squinted his eyes and stared at the ghost coiled back and forth in Consultant Xiao's hands. You could feel this plastic in their eyes.
'Not an ordinary object.
Judging from their current appearance, they seemed to have no intention of telling me what this ghost was. I could only ask Po Jun: "Dajun, what is the ghost? Unexpectedly, Po Jun also looked confused:"
I don’t know, this is also the first time I’ve heard of such a thing as ghosts.”
At this time, the money rat on Fatty Sun's shoulder suddenly screamed. Before Fatty Sun could react, the money rat jumped up from his shoulder and jumped directly onto Monk Xiao.
The Cai Shu's move shocked everyone. With agility that was not commensurate with its own weight, it quickly jumped into Monk Xiao's hand holding the ghost. On the contrary, Monk Xiao was worried about the Cai Rat and froze up.
If he dared to move, he raised his head and said to Fatty Sun: "Little Fatty, take the money rat away, it seems to be trying to bite me."
Seeing that Monk Xiao looked like he had been tapped, Fatty Sun smiled and said, "No way..." Before he could finish his sentence, he heard Monk Xiao scream. As he expected, the Money Rat was really in his
A bite on the back of my hand.
Monk Xiao was in pain and reflexively opened his palm, and the small piece of beige ghost fell down. The money rat jumped off the back of his hand, grabbed the ghost in mid-air with its two front paws and brought it to its mouth.
Here, the moment it landed, the Money Rat reversed its posture and landed firmly on the ground with its four paws.
After landing, Cai Shu ran into Fatty Sun's hand again and spat the small piece of ghost into Fatty Sun's hand. After that, he screamed "Zhizhi" at Fatty Sun, as if to warn Fatty Sun,
Don't let him give ghosts to others casually anymore.
I was dumbfounded by the actions of the Money Rat. I had seen this big rat being lazy in the past, but it had never been so dexterous. It was as secretive as its owner.
Po Jun looked at it and was dumbfounded: "Great Sage, how did you train it? I have heard of people training rats to steal money and food stamps, but none of them are like your rat god."
"Does it still need training?" Fatty Sun started to brag: "Our mouse is the divine mouse in the sky, and the boss of the twelve zodiac animals is its prototype. Dragons and tigers must be ranked behind it. God
The rat controls wealth, and it is the fortune-luck rat given to me by God. There is no way, the army is all destined, and you mortals cannot envy it. Also, most people cannot get their hands on the treasures given to me by the rat, so who can take them?
Who is unlucky, Master Xiao, I am not talking about you."
Monk Xiao's face turned red and he said "hum" but said nothing. Hao Wenming had already given him a simple bandage. I took advantage of the opportunity and asked Hao Wenming: "Hao Tou, what on earth are ghosts? Wealth Rats
It was taken out from the ghost ship, it should be good."
Hao Wenming glanced at Fatty Sun who was still bragging, and sighed. It could be seen that he was also a little envious of Fatty Sun's mouse: "I didn't say it, why did he get the advantage?" Seeing that I was still waiting for him
In reply, Director Hao said: "Ghost is a Ceylonese term. In our place, it also has a name called gentian."