Merry little roll

"Crack!" In the early morning surrounded by the sea breeze, it was a dull blunt sound that woke everyone up.

Footsteps creaked on the planks, and the crowd gathered towards the deck.

Yuan Yang didn't dress well, so he slanted his red robe and jumped down from the cabin on the second floor.Mo Yin followed closely behind, holding the girdle that Yuan Yang hastily dropped in his hand.

A group of servants had already gathered on the deck. They formed a circle, and the discussions were mixed with terrified sighs.The normally weak and tall man suddenly went crazy, pushing away the crowd like crazy, and squeezed into the center of the circle.

On the ground, there was a pile of meat.

The round face of the fat and kind eyebrow was spread out in a pool of blood mist, but the neck and body were twisted into completely unbelievable angles.The robes were cut into rags and spread loosely on the foul-smelling torso.

The tall and thin man stared wide-eyed, and suddenly fell to the ground, supported his body with his hands and stepped back, squeezing the servants behind him to make way for him.

"Master Li Nian!" The tall and thin man sitting on the ground suddenly shouted, his whole long face trembling violently, and the creases on his face were wrinkled into a ball.

At this time, Yuan Yang, who was wearing a loose robe, just came running, and he pushed aside the crowd and walked towards the middle.

"It's Li Nian?" Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Yuan Yang directly picked up the rags from the corpse with his hands.A group of white worms retreated with Yuan Yang's movements like a tide, and the dried blood jelly froze on the surface of the suppurated skin.It's not so much the skin, it's better to say it's rotten flesh that has been cut into scales, and the fluffy rotten flesh is dragged on the ground, piecemeal.

Li Nian's body was unnaturally suspended in the air, and Yuan Yang carefully opened his broken body.

"Wooden sword!" The short boss yelled out in surprise, hiding behind Hong Yang, showing one eye.

There was a pool of black sticky blood on the deck, and a sword lay flat in it. Yuan Yang pulled out the sword and shook it, it really had the texture of wood.

The veil floated, Mo Yin watched Yuan Yang inspect the corpse, his eyes ached like a sign, he took off the wood chip bag Yuan Yang gave him from his waist, put it on the tip of his nose and took a deep breath.

The beating temples gradually stabilized, and the liquid was drawn back from the eye sockets, but he frowned.

This ship has too many 'evil'.

"Ah!" Hongyang let out a short scream, which made the lady standing behind her tremble in fright.

"Eyes... eyes."

Yuan Yang looked at the corpse upon hearing the words, Li Nian's eyes were wide open, and he stared blankly at the sky. One eye was filled with black eyeballs, but the other eye was only white. After looking for a long time, the strange The eyeballs seem to be constantly moving, emitting a ray of resentment.

Yuan Yang sighed, and slowly covered Li Nian's eyes with his hands.The dead rest in peace and live in bliss.

After a while of commotion, the servants carried away the corpses on the ground, and the blood was washed away by the water, leaving only black and red blood spots mixed in the cracks of the deck, scattered here and there.

When the guests returned to the main cabin, there was a moment of silence, the air was filled with dust and dust, and the feeling of occlusion was conveyed in the dim room full of wood carvings.

The lady was chanting words, she kept twiddling the Buddhist beads between her palms, and the fat on her cheeks kept shaking.

Yuan Yang had just been immersed in thinking about the corpse, and suddenly remembered Mo Yin beside him, and turned his head to look, the man was standing in the corner, seemingly normal.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the sawdust kit should have worked.

"This wooden sword..."

The ship owner sitting in the center of the crowd picked up the washed wooden sword and flipped it over in his hand, his calm eyes faintly glowing.

The eldest lady took the wooden sword and looked in the direction her father pointed at. On the hilt of the sword, there were two tiny, invisible characters engraved on it.

"It's actually engraved with words! Read it as...Xiaoyao?"

Yuanyang was taken aback when he heard the words, Xiaoyao... God of War?

He put down the belt that Mo Yin handed him, and almost instantly flashed to the side of the eldest lady, looking at the wooden sword.

"Happy?"

He grabbed the wooden sword, his eyes darkened, and he turned to the captain, "Master Guan Er, you seem to know the origin of these two words?"

The captain held the hookah and took a deep breath, blowing out white smoke from his nose.

"When we were young, my father gave me and my elder brother a wooden sword, which was exactly the same as this sword, and the word 'Xiaoyao' was also engraved on the hilt."

Before Yuan Yang could make a sound, the short boss interjected, "The elder brother you are talking about is the official?"

"Exactly."

"I didn't know that the master is still a brother." The young master who had been stunned in the dull atmosphere said, and slowly unfolded the fan in his hand.

"I have an older brother."

"Could it be that this wooden sword belongs to you, or your elder brother?" Hongyang interjected, and was pinched quietly by the fat boss, biting her lip painfully.

"Impossible." The captain put down the hookah in his hand, and he shook his head.

"That wooden sword has long been buried in the ground with my brother."

Everyone was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

"Then...then what is this wooden sword? Is it a ghost? It's an evil spirit!

The captain gently stroked the wooden sword, rubbing it repeatedly at the two sunken notches.

"Maybe this is a message from my brother."

"But after all, he is dead, I hope the captain will give an explanation!" The young master shook his fan and walked towards the captain.

"What do you want to explain!" The eldest lady stood in front of her father and looked at the young master arrogantly.

"Return."

"The ship has already launched into the sea, how can there be any talk of returning? Besides, there are still a few days before we can reach the port." She raised her head, "Why, are you afraid?"

The young master was interested in her, so he could only close the fan with an embarrassing face, making a crisp "pop" sound, and said nothing.

The sea breeze of the fishy tide blew by, and the expressions on everyone's faces were frozen in the shadows.

There was a rustling at the door, and it was the old servant who was calling for the morning greetings.

The short boss went out first, and the others followed slowly, only Ku Gao and Yuan Yang were left sparsely.

In the shadows, the tall man collapsed on the wooden chair, his upper teeth were knocked down, his usually thin and yellow face was even more ugly, wrinkled, and the light and shadow in his eyes flickered.

Yuan Yang looked at Ku Gao, clenched the girdle tightly in his hand, cast a look at Mo Yin, and went out to chase the captain.

"Whoa, whoa."

The tall man's fingers trembled, watching those strange goldfish rippling in the waves, their almost transparent fish tails stretched out and contracted suddenly, swaying in the water plants and air bubbles.

The goldfish's eyes also seemed to have changed, and they were dangling rapidly, getting bigger and bigger...

"What do you know?"

Ku Gao, who was immersed in his imagination, was suddenly awakened, and turned his head to look at Mo Yin behind him.

"Li Nian is dead."

"That sword, that sword!" The dry tall man suddenly raised his voice excitedly, and then shrank back again, swallowing a vague voice in his throat.

"Do you know that sword?"

"Blood, a lot of blood."

The tall one was crying on the verge of collapse, as if he had lost his sanity.

There was a gust of wind blowing from the window, and the bamboo curtains made a rattling sound.

Mo Yin's veil was lifted leisurely in the wind.

"If you don't want to say it, let me find it."

Ku Gao opened his eyes wide, and met a pair of strange crimson pupils in a trance. In an instant, the world spun, and the whole person fell into an endless abyss.

"what!"

The abyss swayed, and memories flowed continuously.

The sun was scorching, and there were noisy shouts from the surrounding stalls.

Zhang Futian rolled up his sleeves and wrote under the crowd watching. The ink stained the rice paper. Every time he finished a stroke, the crowd standing by the stall coaxed out the word "good".

Everyone knows that in the shop in the south of the city, there is a tall, thin and withered gentleman. Although he is just an unknown scholar who failed the ranking, he can write very well.

Gradually, the noisy crowd quieted down.

Zhang Futian raised his head, and a gentleman in fine clothes stood in front of him with a smile on his face, and put a small package on his desk.

The package was scattered, and it turned out to be a thick pile of broken silver.The crowd couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"Mr. Zhang, please engrave two characters below."

"What do you want to engrave, master?" Zhang Futian looked at the pile of broken silver in surprise, his hand holding the writing brush kept trembling. These silver taels, even if he wrote broken hands, he would never be able to earn them in his life.

The master in Huafu laughed kindly.

"Just ask for two words, Xiao-=yao."

It wasn't until later that Zhang Fu found out that this rich man in fine clothes was the real brother of the current emperor, the feudal lord of Xunyang City.I also know that there are two sons in this prince's family. Their names are very unique. The older one is called Ye, and the younger one is called Yue.

This prince is benevolent and generous, distributing money for the people, but somehow, he just doesn't like the court, even ordinary people like them know that the emperor doesn't like this prince, and suppresses him everywhere.There are rumors that the prince's youngest son, Guan Yue, is not his own, but an unknown son born by the emperor after he violated the princess.

Zhang Futian started a small business with the money of this benevolent prince, and later became the shopkeeper of several big shops with a short boss from the south, and gradually became rich.

That day, he and the short boss were sitting in a carriage and passed Chaishikou in a bumpy ride.People shouted, and he couldn't help opening the curtain.

The execution was being carried out on the stage, and dozens of people in prison clothes with disheveled hair were kneeling on it.

Zhang Futian looked at the prisoner kneeling in the front, squinted his eyes to try to identify, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"My lord!"

There must be some misunderstanding.

Regardless of the call from the short boss behind him, he jumped off the carriage, pushed away the crowd, and hurried to the stage.

The noise almost burst his eardrums, and the executioner on the execution platform finished spraying wine and raised his shining knife under the scorching sun.

"stop!"

He ran desperately in the crowd, the screams of the people around him, the shouts of the executioner, and the cries on the stage mixed together, drilling into Zhang Futian's head that was about to burst, hot sweat rolled down his back, he Raise your hands stiffly.

Almost, almost out of breath.

So sad.

Zhang Futian woke up suddenly.

The sea breeze was blowing, the bamboo curtains were shaking, and he was the only one left in the dark master cabin.

How could he sleep here?

Zhang Futian stretched out his skinny hands and rubbed his temples.

He closed his eyes.At the last moment of the dream, the prince's head fell and bounced in front of him like a ball.

The blood-stained head, eyes widened.

roll down, roll down...