Nightmare Shuttle

The crew member who knocked on the door shivered and felt a chilly sensation on his back. It was almost as if something was peeping at him, and this feeling of being watched by someone seemed to come from every direction, like an ice-cold needle picking at his scalp.

The smell coming from behind the door was very strong. It smelled like rotten, dried meat being fermented for a long time in rotten oil. But it could not cover up the scent of blood. The wind howled and whistled through the cracks in the stone houses, uncannily resembling the cries of a young infant. 

The night had fallen.

The stone village was also plunged into darkness.

In the sound of the rushing waves from the shores in the distance and the swaying of tall dark grass on the edges of the stone houses, the corners and alleys were dark, and only two big red lanterns lit up on the eaves of the ancestral hall far in the distance, like a beacon to faraway travelers.

In the darkness, these two red lights pointed out the direction for all creatures.

In the boundless clearings, there is no sight of the people in the village, only the weeds that grew hapless, that have been beaten by the harsh sun, their heads bowed, dry and withered, swaying with a cold rustle back and forth in the wind.

In the ancestral hall, the painting of a villager in red raised his head, revealing the face of wide resentful face.

The two black eyeballs delicately painted on it, drained black as if washed away by tears, formed a black mark on the joyful face, meandering down like weeping. And its mouth was bright red, stretching as if it was laughing wildly.

The villager's body seemed to shake and It raised its two hands, stiffly and desperately forward, as it wanted to crawl out from the painting and drag helpless victims into the abyss, switching places with it and allowing it to crawl back into the human world.

The walls of the temple rocked and the lit incense on the table burned brightly, a grey smoke slowly winding past the tall walls.

The paintings in the hall turned their heads slowly and finally aimed their completely black eyes at the sea that was crashing and foaming in the deep night.

In the barren field without crops, the grass rustled and the paintings stared out into the sea with black marks on their faces like a weeping, the wind carried with it faint giggling.

The red clothes on their bodies slowly drained, and, red paint pooled at their feet fell on its feet, like bloody sea being slowly formed, one drip at a time.

"Sea god, the death day of the sea god... giggle... woo woo woo death day... curse..curse them all for generations to come.."

The hoarse and strange laughter echoed in the silent village and on the island covered with steep mountains and plains, it carried far.

The villagers grinned, and the face painted with a red blush of joy was washed with black like a scribble made by a naughty child.

"Sea God..."

The villagers turned their heads slowly,

"The sea god is dead..."

Black tears flowed from their face.

"The death day of the sea god..."

The villager's feet were full of blood.

Dead, restless.

The crew member rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and muttered strangely, "Who's laughing at this time? "

He knocked on the door again, this time more urgently. The longer they delayed, the less optimistic the situation would be!

The door to the house was knocked repeatedly, the heavy banging sound echoed loudly in the night and the gradually increasing shouts were filled with panic and despair.

"Boom!–Boom!–" 

They slammed their bodies into the door, yanked at the door now but the stone house was as if it had been rooted into the soil, it was of no use.

By the time they had already given up and decided to go back to the shore in despair, slow shuffling footsteps came from behind them. Like a strange funeral procession, with Granny Li as the head, a string of villagers walked quietly to their side, a small kerosene lamp illuminating the way.

The villagers who stood by their side all hung their heads stiffly, standing so motionless as if they were still asleep, bowing their heads so that they couldn't see their faces.

No one spoke, the scene was eerily quiet, and a cold chill slowly crept in.

"Granny Li?"

However, Granny Li just twisted her neck slowly and stiffly, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time, stiff, even the cloudy eyes would not turn, and her gaze fell directly on the anxious crew.

"Don't worry, you're friend will be born anew " Granny Li smiled stiffly and hard, like a piece of frozen meat trying to force an expression: "You will also like this place. Yes, I promise."

The night was dark and the kerosene lamp flickered, one could barely see the things around them. The crew couldn't see Granny Li's expression, but they instinctively stepped back in horror.

The wind blew carrying with it a strange rotten scent 

Their stomachs twitched as though something was hidden within. Their shriveled bellies swelled like a balloon once more, but their stomachs bulged much more than when they had been "pregnant" before. The skin of their bellies were as thin as paper, and impressions of what was moving inside could be vaguely seen from the outside. 

"Granny Li" just stood with those "villagers", akin to a ghostly shadow, without saying a word, they stood quietly behind her, greedy and malicious eyes obscured by the darkness.

The director held his stomach unconsciously and stared unblinking at the monitor, he couldn't tell if it was dizziness caused by fear or the illusion caused by the camera angle, but he felt that at the moment, the things that swam by the boats raised their heads, as if laughing.

On the ship, as soon as he looked aside, Chu Yi looked at the dense schools of resentment-filled faces under the water. The scene was numbing. It was as if they were sailing on a sea of corpses! There was a constant gnawing at the sound on the boat of the boat, at its behest, a big wave suddenly crashed into the boat, and beat the ship sideways casting Chu Yi to tilt and almost fall into the bottomless sea! 

The ship is sinking!"

The director exclaimed. The crew members felt their hearts constrict, the situation was only becoming worse. Their nothing on the boat to plug the leak.

Chu Yi who was on the boat could feel the situation more intuitively. The oar could not pull the boat. There was nothing to block the crack and bail out the water.

Scooping it out was of no use, there are too many cracks and the whole boat is in tatters. Even if there was a bucket, it couldn't stop the sea from pouring into the boat and sinking it rapidly.

It is estimated that the boat will be completely broken in just a few minutes and they would sink into the hot sea. Chu Yi looked around, trying to see past the fog, there must be away–

"Hiss!"

A head had squeezed into the boat through the crack. The flesh on its head was still red, but the color was wrong, muddy with sticky mucus.

Blood flowed out from its torn flesh, not dripping directly to the boat, but dragging long sticky threads.

His movement's stopped abruptly, and the hand hanging on one side suffered a sharp pain.

The corpse bit Chu Yi tightly! The internal organs, bones, and flesh in its body seemed to be hollowed out and turned into an empty shell. The thing was not so much fluttering, but rather floating, and the speed was terrifying!

Chu Yi's eyes darkened, and before he could react, a foot swung towards the creature's temple, and it was knocked out, carrying a piece of flesh and blood that was torn from the back of Chu Yi's hand.

The corpse kept twitching, frantically trying to swallow the piece of meat, but another powerful force swung out, smashing its head, 

"Boom!'"

Like a popped flesh ballon, the head exploded 

The meat in its mouth also fell to the face, along with some sticky black eggs.

Cruel, vile, tyrannical.

"Shua!"

The sharp wind sounded, and the piranhas running towards Chu Yi were cut into several sections in the air. Ruan Quixi held him, looking at the more and more densely packed heads pouring in and the sinking ship, his dark eyes had accounted for most of them, and an invisible threat radiated, but the corpses just retreated a little, and then attacked them even more fiercely and crazily.

They're crazy and hate the living, naturally, they want to bury them in the sea.

"Hiss."

Ruan Quixi's eyes were getting darker and deeper. He smells the subtle smell of blood. Chu Yi is bleeding. Sharp teeth pierced the skin and flesh, the translucent skin was marred with blood, but Chu Yi didn't seem to feel anything and his eyes quickly shifted and his eyes seemed to be locked onto something dark in the fog, as the boat steered nearer Chu Yi was able to vaguely make out its appearance

A small rock plateau.

Their chance was here! 

The boat sunk with time, the water in the sea scalded his feet. The night was gloomy and the fog was like a dark cloud oppressive cloud over the sea, when he looked back down at the sea, it seemed to be boiling over, densely covered in bloody foam and resentment-filled faces stared back up at him.

If they fell, what awaited them was evident.

Ruan also noticed his gaze, with an imperceptible frown he released the struggling hand and picked up the oar, the water vapor was like a drop of acid and the waves grew bigger and bigger.

Chu Yi grabbed to rope, deftly tied a loop, and looked out. The boat sank lower, the two glanced at each other and Ruan Quixi smiled frivolously, " Are you ready?"

Chu Yi sneered, " Don't fall to your death."

A laugh rumbled past his lips and at the same time, a rough wave crashed into the hull of the boat, Ruan Quixi tensed and rowed hard with a wooden pole, the boat reared precariously on the edge of the wave and leaned over on the verge of capsizing, In the next second, the rope in Chu Yi's hand flew out in a slight arc towards the direction of the rocks! 

The director held his breath, and clenched his fist!–

The rope fell onto the rocks!