White Bone Monkey King

"Interesting."

Headless Jin'an, holding the soul-guiding lantern, has been looking at the direction of the estuary.

His inner curiosity urged him to go over and find out.

Then, Headless Jin'an turned around and bowed to the coffin behind him, saying goodbye for the last time, because he didn't want to involve the owner of the ship coffin.

The ghost ship now is like the center of a vortex. Whether in the underworld or in the world of the living, many masters are staring at the ghost ship.

If the Immortal Cauldron of Gewu is really on the ghost ship, there will be a fierce fight between dragons and tigers.

During the fight, swords and knives have no eyes, and there will be blood disasters, so he doesn't want to involve the ship coffin.

After saying goodbye, Headless Jin'an jumped up and had already landed. He waved to the black-sailed boat, signaling the other party to have a good journey and say goodbye, and then his figure exploded and rushed towards the estuary.

As soon as Wutou Jinan stepped into the deserted port city, he immediately noticed that the atmosphere in the air was wrong, as if he heard someone calling him, and the feeling was vague.

As he got closer to the sea, the calling sound became clearer. It was the ghost ship calling the crew to board the ship.

Wutou Jinan jumped onto a high tower in the port city and looked out at the sea. At this time, the underworld was shrouded in gray fog, especially the dead air on the sea was the heaviest, and the gray fog was thicker than inland.

But the calling sound was even stronger.

Calling the separated crew to board the ship as soon as possible.

This kind of calling sound, for the living, is tantamount to a death warrant, urging people to hurry to the desperate situation.

In the eyes of the living, the ghost ship where the shipwreck occurred and the crew died was a dangerous place that pushed open the gate of hell.

At this time, Wutou Jinan still had time to abandon the ship and leave, but he took advantage of his high skills and courage, and did not retreat but advanced, and continued to approach the seaside.

Just when Wutou Jinan had just walked out of the port city, swish!

The gray fog on the sea surface surged towards his location like a tidal wave, and then he disappeared out of thin air, and the figure in the cinnabar scripture robe disappeared on the spot.

Just at the moment when Wutou Jinan disappeared on the spot, a gust of evil wind suddenly blew on the calm sea surface, causing the clouds and fog to surge violently, making a roaring sound. In the depths of the surging clouds and fog, it seemed that a group of ships with blurred outlines were seen, sailing and turning around, leaving the port and heading far away into the depths of the ocean.

The ghost ship has received the lost crew and started to sail away.

The ghost ship was bloodstained, and the deck of the ship was covered with blood and sticky blood and flesh fragments. There was no clean place to find, leaving people nowhere to stay.

This ghost ship had been wrecked a long time ago. It was unknown how long it had been drifting on the ocean. The hull was full of a sense of old age.

Sword and knife marks can be found on the hull, canvas, and every corner. In addition to the sticky blood and flesh fragments on the deck, it is not difficult to imagine that there was a fight on this ship, and the crew members were killing each other, and every knife was deadly.

Because the sword and knife marks left deep marks on the wooden beams and pillars.

There are too many strange places on this ship. In addition to the sticky blood and flesh fragments and sword and knife fight marks on the deck, the whole ship is dead silent. Even the cabin doors and windows are nailed and sealed from the outside. While the wind and waves cannot enter the cabin, it also seals the connection between the inside and the outside world.

But after nailing the gaps in the doors and windows, blood mixed with seawater has been leaking out.

The sea is windy and rough, and the ghost ship smashes the waves one after another. The seawater hits the deck. It is hard to tell whether the blood is seeping from the cabin or the diluted blood when the seawater washes the sticky blood and flesh on the deck.

On every door and window that was nailed shut, there were several strings of garlic and some strange bottles and jars hanging. When the ghost ship sailed against the wind, these garlic and strange bottles and jars were also swaying in the wind.

The garlic used by the people to ward off evil spirits, the nailed doors and windows, the blood that kept seeping out, all these details seemed to prove that there was something terrifying that was difficult for the human mind to deal with sealed behind the cabin.

No matter how far apart the regions were, or how big the gap in civilization was, people at home and abroad had the custom of using garlic to ward off evil spirits.

Just like there was a custom called "top garlic" among the people in Kangding. In the spring rain and plum rain season, hanging several strings of garlic in the house could ward off evil spirits, cold and insects.

Click——

Click——

The sudden sound of footsteps broke the dead silence on the ghost ship, and a wisp of green candlelight lit up on the ship that was originally as dark as hell.

The wisp of green candlelight was placed on the ship and on the sea, so tiny that it seemed that it would be extinguished by the wind and waves at any time.

Click.

Click.

The footsteps continued, stepping on the old deck, the wooden boards made a creaking and rubbing sound, which sounded like the painful groans of an old man in pain.

As the green candlelight hung on the wooden railing, dispelling the darkness and illuminating a space, a headless Taoist priest stood behind the rudder.

The headless Taoist priest put his hand on the rudder, trying to control the ghost ship. Even though the rudder was badly damaged and most of the rudder was missing, it still did not affect the rudder turning.

The rudder was turning, but the helmsman was not the headless Taoist priest, but the ghost ship itself.

No matter how hard the headless Taoist priest tried, he just couldn't turn the rudder.

Seeing that the rudder was running on its own and was not controlled by external forces, the headless Taoist priest gave up the idea of ​​competing for the control of the ghost ship and began to look at more details of the ship, looking for an opportunity to return to shore.

The broken part of the rudder was not flat, and it looked like someone had chopped off most of it with an axe and deliberately destroyed it.

Maybe someone wanted to make the ship out of control and didn't want this ominous ship to be steered and docked in the port.

The headless Taoist priest in front of him was naturally the headless Jin'an.

The influence of this ghost ship was very large. He had just left the port city and was standing on the ghost ship inexplicably. He didn't need to board the ship.

As the person involved, he didn't even know how to board the ship. Everything was too abrupt and too fast. He was on the ghost ship in the blink of an eye. This shocking change was beyond his expectation.

The headless Taoist priest's sight moved away from the rudder. Since he couldn't control the rudder for the time being, he began to look at other details of the ghost ship and find clues related to the Gewu Xianding.

He quickly noticed the doors and windows that were nailed shut with layers of wooden boards, as well as the bunches of garlic hanging on the door and window frames.

Although he was forced to board the ship suddenly, which surprised him, he could move freely on the ghost ship without restrictions. Finally, there was a good thing.

It was the sticky flesh and blood on the deck, which was sticky and slippery, like walking on thick ink, which made him extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to lift his feet to see how much flesh and blood was stuck to the soles of his shoes, but long strings of flesh and blood were pulled out of the soles, and the bloody smell was pungent.