Nightmare Apostle

What was terrifying was that the entire ship was painted bright red from top to bottom, floating in the mist, like a blood-red coffin.

When he got closer, Yang Xiao saw clearly that the blood-red color on it was not blood, but paint. Now the paint had fallen off badly, and it was mottled everywhere, and many places revealed the original wood color.

The planks were covered with mud and waterweed. The whole ship was wet, and it seemed to have been soaked in water for a long time. Some places had rotted, and the hull was covered with cracks of varying sizes, and water was 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. Yang Xiao noticed it and looked along her line of sight. He saw that the big red lantern on the mast was blown up by the wind, and the back was just exposed. A pale word "囍" suddenly hit his eyes.

Yang Xiao was shocked. This was actually a Boxi ship!

Because of work, Yang Xiao usually needs to spend a lot of time looking up and sorting out information. There is a custom of worshiping the river god in places near big rivers and floods. Every festival, the whole village will worship it in a big way, throw three animals, make paper maids, etc.

But if there is a big event, such as a disaster that can starve people to death, or the sudden extinction of fish and shrimp in the river, etc., then the specifications of the sacrifice will be raised to a higher level.

At that time, the village chief or the elder with a high generation in charge of the sacrifice in the village will come forward and choose one of the unmarried girls in the village as the bride to be sacrificed to the river god, hoping to appease the anger of the river god and bless the village with good weather and continuous offspring.

And the girl will also dress up and come to the river alone in a red boat late at night under the eyes 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, which means that the marriage has been completed and the river god has received the bride.

It is said that in order to prevent the bride from running away, the attentive villagers would tie one of the bride's feet with a thick rope used to tie livestock, and tie the other end of the rope to the wooden pile on the boat.

Because the river god is often called He Bo in the local area, such a wedding boat is also called Bo Xi Boat.

However, Yang Xiao has heard another saying that because this kind of wedding connects yin and yang, it is called Bai Xi, but in some dialects, Bai and Bo are not distinguished, so it is also called Bo Xi Boat.

But no matter which one it is, it is a real feudal dregs. The girls who are selected are all from poor families. Now this so-called Bo Xi Boat has been completely thrown into the dust of history. Yang Xiao did not expect to encounter it here.

The book says that there are two most important features of this Bo Xi Boat. One is that the whole boat is covered with red, and the other is that a red lantern is hung on the pole, and a large white Xi character is pasted on the lantern.

The Xi character is pasted on the back of the lantern, because it is not for living people to see, but for He Bo to see.

Now the two boats fit perfectly, this is undoubtedly a Bo Xi boat. Now Yang Xiao is more and more certain of his previous guess. Xi Mo's death is indeed a big deal.

"Bang!"

The sudden collision interrupted Yang Xiao's thoughts. He saw the hatch of the Bo Xi boat vibrate, and the next second he was numb. The book said that the bride who was sacrificed to He Bo sat in the cabin after dressing up.

If not now, when!

Yang Xiao picked up the pole and was about to escape, but a terrifying scene appeared. No matter how hard he paddled, he could not escape. He could only watch the two boats getting closer and closer.

Su Tingting also came to help when she saw this. She found a half-broken oar in the cabin and paddled out desperately.

But even with Su Tingting's help, the two boats just stopped getting closer. At this moment, the two boats remained relatively still, with a distance of only 4 or 5 meters.

The sound of slapping the door became louder and louder, and the old and rotten door could not bear it after all, and the opening and closing part broke directly, 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, their arms no longer sore, and they lowered their heads and paddled hard with endless strength in their bodies.

Soon, a figure came out of the cabin in a mess. This person was soaked, his clothes were wrapped tightly around him, his hair was disheveled, and there were seaweeds on his hair.

It can be seen that it is a man, no, it is the third young master!

The third young master staggered to the side of the boat, and his posture was very strange along the way. He stretched out his hand in the direction of Yang Xiao and Su Tingting, and made an unclear sound, "Save me... Save me quickly..."

At this moment, even Su Tingting could see that something was wrong. How could the third young master be in the hold of this sunken ship? It would only be appropriate if there was a female ghost inside!

"It's fake, row faster!" Yang Xiao lowered his voice, not daring to stop the action of his hands.

Su Tingting only lowered her head and paddled. Suddenly, she was scared by a scene she saw from the corner of her eye and almost dropped the oar in her hand.

In the reflection of the lake, there was a person standing behind the Third Young Master. This person was swollen and stuck closely behind the Third Young Master. He held the Third Young Master's arms with both hands, and manipulated the Third Young Master to make movements like a puppet.

Su Tingting finally knew why the Third Young Master's movements looked so uncoordinated, because that was not him at all!

The next second, the figure behind the Third Young Master paused, then suddenly turned his head and looked at Su Tingting through the water. At the moment when their eyes met, Su Tingting stopped breathing. It was a dark blue, rotten and swollen ghost face that looked like two big heads!

The eyes were almost squeezed into a slit by the rotten flesh, but it was from that slit that Su Tingting really felt the cold and resentful gaze.

Her head began 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 hard. The smell of blood exploded, and the strong stinging sensation made her wake up instantly.

"The ghost is behind him, controlling the third young master." Su Tingting reminded Yang Xiao immediately, "Don't look at the lake, the ghost in the reflection can see us."

"Thank you." Yang Xiao just noticed it, but he paid more attention to how to escape from here.

Of course, Su Tingting's kindness should not be let down, and newcomers need encouragement.

Finally, the efforts paid off, and their boat finally moved and began to move away from Bo Xi's boat. After rowing about 30 meters, a strange singing suddenly sounded behind them.

The singing was ethereal, sometimes far and sometimes near, but the unwillingness and grief contained in it made people feel cold all over. Yang Xiao looked back with courage and saw a horrible scene.

The third young master was standing on the boat, one hand high, the other low, in a posture that ordinary people could never do, with small steps under his feet, holding a flower-picking finger in his hand, a thick hemp rope tied to his left ankle, and the other end tied under the mast.

The singing of opera flowed on the misty lake, like the beginning of a big show.

And with the singing, the boat slowly sank, and soon, the third young master stood half of his body in the water.

But he seemed to have no feeling, and continued to sing, continue to walk, and continue to change his postures and gestures until he was swallowed by the lake.