Merry little roll

The night sky is blurred, the stars and the moon are dim, and the boat is bumping on the waves.The window screen fluttered, and a faint light shone through.

The concubine of Changqun has been lying on the bed for several hours, but she has never felt sleepy. The two huge eyes flashed in her mind for a while, and the arrogant look of the young lady for a while.

I am used to the prosperity of the capital, but now the complete tranquility of the whole body is not as reassuring as the noisy carriages and hawkers.There was only the silence of the sound of the waves, to her, it was not a kind of noise.

It's like something sucks up all the noise, leaving only loneliness in vain.

Changqun's concubine turned over, tossing and turning, sleepless, destined to be hard to rest tonight.

She opened her eyes wide, looking at the moon dangling outside the window.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a strange voice.

The sound of a sharp object scraping against a wooden board.

She lay stiff on the bed, held her breath, and forced herself to continue to listen carefully.

It was as if claws were scratching the rough deck.

What could it be, and how could it make such a sound?

Her hands trembled slightly, and she let out a heavy and rapid panting sound, and couldn't help curling herself up in the dark.

The sharp voice is getting louder and is slowly approaching.

a bit.

Twice.

Out of the window, out of the window!

It's approaching!

The voice became terribly clear, and the concubine of Shangqun covered her mouth, almost screaming out of her throat.

She could hear the thing crawling along the deck outside, approaching the window of her room step by step.

Intermittent screams leaked from the hands covering their mouths.

Intense fear swayed in the body of the concubine of the skirt, her throat seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, she was almost out of breath, and her heart constricted.

save me save me!

"Crack, clang."

The screen window swayed, as if it was caught by something.

It seemed as if a rope was pulling the head of the little concubine of the skirt, although she was screaming and terrified all over, she couldn't help turning her head to look towards the screen window.

"what!!!"

A face, a face appeared outside the screen window!

A woman's face.

This is the top floor of the cabin!

The woman's pale face was tightly pressed against the screen window, and her skin was squeezed out from the green screen holes. It felt so sticky that it was about to melt away. Her eyes were wide open, and her tangled hair covered most of her face. A crazy smile permeated from her bright red lips, making a strange "giggle" sound, as if a bone was slowly shifting in her throat.

Her eyes remained motionless, fixed on the concubine's body, as if admiring the trembling of the concubine's face.She opened her mouth and laughed exaggeratedly, but what came out was a man's low growl.

The little concubine of Shangqun finally couldn't help it, and started to scream loudly, her mind was entangled by the pale stickiness, and an incalculable cry burst out from her throat.

"what!!!"

There was a violent knock on the door.

"Red duck girl! Red duck girl! What's wrong with you? Open the door!"

She sat up slowly from the bed, but accidentally fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

The door was broken open, the handsome young man rushed to the front, followed by Yuan Yang, Mo Yin and the young miss.

"What's the matter!" The handsome young man helped the red duck that fell to the ground.

"There's...a face looking out at me." She pointed to the window with trembling fingers. "

"How come, this is the cabin on the top floor, it is impossible for anyone to climb up."

There is nothing outside the green screen window, only the sea breeze blows.

"I know, but it really... really does exist!"

The eldest lady ignored Hongyang, went straight to the screened window, lifted the window catch, and opened the window.

The airflow of the sea breeze rushed into the room completely, shaking the bamboo curtain beside the window.

The eldest lady leaned out and searched up, down, left, and right. The night was quiet, only the sound of the waves lapping.

"Nothing." The eldest lady snorted from her nasal cavity. "Aren't you dreaming?"

"No, no, it's true! That woman, her pale hair...was scalded." Hong Yang spoke incoherently, if it wasn't for the comforting young man Qiao beside her, she would have choked up sobbing.

Footsteps sounded at the door, and the captain appeared outside the open wooden door in his robes.

"what happened?"

"Father, she had a nightmare of a face lying on her screen."

"It's not a dream, it's real..."

The captain tapped on the sandalwood floor with his cane, and said in a majestic deep voice: "Stop making noise, let's go to the main cabin to gather, everyone has been awakened."

Although it is summer, because it is driving on the sea and it is night, the air in the cabin is very thin and cool.

The glazed lamp was lit, and it swayed in the distance, emitting a dim light.

Candles flickered all around.

Hongyang sat in the center and told his story in a trembling voice.

Doubts, worries, and fears immediately spread in the room.

"But there were people guarding the boat all the time, and no one was seen jumping into the boat. Could it be that they were people on board?" The short boss's thinning hair was blown by the sea breeze, and he scratched his fat middle-aged belly impatiently.

Having said that, even Hongyang herself felt that it was just a dream.But that face is so realistic, it seems like I have seen it somewhere...

Silence spread in the room.

The noble lady twirled the beads in her hand, trembling all over because of fear, she couldn't help approaching the weak candle flame, she suddenly turned to Yuan Yang beside her and said, "Aren't you a monk, this boat is full of evil spirits!" Already, let’s do it quickly!”

Yuan Yang took a few steps back to Mo Yin, pointed at his bright red brocade robe, "Which monk have you seen dressed like this?"

The lady shook her head and continued to tremble on the couch.

The tall man and the fat kind eyebrow were whispering, not knowing what they were talking about.

The eldest lady's face was flickering in and out of the candlelight, and she couldn't see any emotion.

"Everyone."

Yuan Yang suddenly spoke, and everyone's eyes focused on him.

"This person is a little uncomfortable. Let's go back to the room first." Yuan Yang hooked Mo Yin's arm behind him, and the silhouette in the veil was faintly visible under the candlelight.

"Let's go back first." Said the captain sitting in the dark.

"Yuanyang."

"Ok?"

"Tomorrow, I will make a wooden talisman to suppress evil, and to suppress bad luck for everyone."

"it is good."

The sound of footsteps moved, the wooden door was pushed open, and the humid sea breeze blew outside, making the brocade robe shrivel.

Candles were still flickering in the main cabin, but the sound was even smaller.

A few old servants were chatting on the deck, as if they were completely ignorant of what happened just now, the waves were bumpy, and the intermittent sound of seabirds blew in the distance.

The two returned to the cabin with a cold body.

As soon as the door was closed, Yuan Yang grabbed Mo Yin who was walking in the room, "Can I touch your face?"

Mo Yin let out a dull "hmm".

Yuan Yang stretched out his hand cautiously, passed through the veil, and touched Mo Yin's face, his skin was cool, and the lines of his palm rubbed smooth, leaving warm traces.

Withdrawing his hand, as expected, blood and tears in the palm of his hand.

"Since when?"

"Red duck."

Mo Yin's eyes were tight with discomfort, and liquid seeped out of them constantly, but fortunately this time there was no such heart-wrenching pain, and he took the hot tea Yuan Yang handed him.

"I pulled you out because I wanted to tell you a discovery."

"what?"

"Have you noticed that there is a crescent moon pattern on the ceiling of Miss Hongyang?"

"new moon?"

"Yes, I also found such a pattern on the ceiling of the glazed room yesterday."

Yuan Yang dipped his fingers in the tea and drew a thin curved moon on the wooden table.

"Do you think there is a connection between them?" Tears kept flowing, but Mo Yin's brows were filled with coldness.

Yuan Yang nodded, staring at those Jindoudou jumping straight down in a daze. "Leaving aside the God of War, we seem to have entered someone's game by mistake."

The moment he spoke, a shrill bird song suddenly sounded outside, causing bursts of noise amidst the lapping of the waves.

In the main cabin not far away, the candles were still flickering, and everyone whispered.

From time to time, there is the sound of paper flipping.

It turned out that the short boss was drawing patterns on the rice paper, and the ink seeped through. He picked up the paper from time to time, turned around and showed it to the captain behind him.

The captain shook his head.

The short boss leaned back to the table again, crumpled the rice paper into a ball, and threw it into the wastebasket. He scratched his sparse hair with the end of the brush, with an impatient expression on his face.

What the hell is this bird eating?

He was about to draw a set of lessons from a hundred beasts, but he still shook his head.

The birds chirping outside the window was extremely noisy, the short boss ran over, fastened the window tightly, and made a loud "snap" with an angry force.

The wooden boards under his feet "creaked, creaked".

Under the floor is the gorgeous glazed room.

The green water is tumbling, and the feathers emerge in the pool under the glazed ground, sink again, and go back and forth, forming a strange rhythm.

On the top of the cabin, the pattern of a crescent moon seems to be slowly dyed light green amidst the swaying waves.

A flash of white light flashed, and Mo Yin and Yuan Yang appeared in the dark glazed room.

"Whoa, whoa."

The monster tonight was especially excited. It shuttled, rippled, and swam rapidly in the water, and water droplets kept splashing on the glass surface.

Gradually, blood color spread in the water.

Scarlet red spread in the pool, and the blood streaks became extremely clear against the green water.

A face slowly emerged from the water.

Yuan Yang knelt down on the ground and carefully identified the face.

"This is... red duck?"