Chapter 106: The loss of the Penglai

Obviously, after being trapped in this river for so long, these ghosts are no longer ordinary ghosts, but ghosts with certain abilities. Although they are not as powerful as the fierce ghosts, if any of them encounters and collides with an ordinary person, it will cause serious illness, bad luck, or even death.

Most of them still retain their appearance in life. At first glance, they are typical Indians. Judging from their clothing, they should be sailors or the like, but these clothes also indicate a problem, which is that the time span is not small, at least more than 20 years.

As the song echoed, their faces were intoxicated, but their eyes had an indescribable pain, fear, and a superficial ferocity.

They were wandering on the river, and their bodies in the mist looked so unreal. Without the blood-filled bodies of the living, their faces were as pale as other ghosts, terrifying.

In fact, for me, who has seen many ghosts, these ghosts are fierce, but their appearance is not scary. However, for Singh and Volma, this is a challenge to their courage.

Compared to Walmar, Singh was a little better at acting like an ordinary person. He could barely stand next to Johnny, but he couldn’t help covering his forehead and kept saying, “Oh my God, I hope this is all just an illusion.”

But Volmar was already crying on the back of Huigen: “No, adventure is not fun at all. I hate those damn big fish with teeth and I hate these shadows. Are they shadows? Well, they are shadows.”

“Calm down. At least we’re safe for now,” I said, frowning slightly and speaking in a low voice. I could already see that there might be a slight change in our plan. To be precise, there was something else besides our target—the female ghost! It seems that the legend is true. I just can’t imagine what kind of coincidence it is that there are two terrifying beings in one place.

The key is how they get along?

In my thoughts, a ghost had already approached our Penglai. Seeing this, Singh could no longer stand, and the useless Volma had already started screaming. I stood calmly at the edge of the deck, and Huigen had to calm Volma, saying, “You don’t need to be afraid at all. No matter who shoots here, such ghosts can be easily dealt with. I think that your screams are actually much more terrifying.”

Hui Gen’er was indeed telling the truth. With our current abilities, there was no need to be afraid of these ghosts, so we could remain so calm. There was nothing to be nervous about. The ghost that approached the Penglai was also strange. It was as if it did not see the existence of the Penglai, and it wandered around the water bend where we were moored, and then wandered off to another place.

The magical artifacts left behind by the ancestors really are amazing. When you find a place of vitality, it really is a true blessed place in the midst of danger, and even ordinary people can be protected here.

“Oh, they don’t dare to come here. I think I’m better. I bet after this adventure, my courage will be greater than the sky.” Walma was finally able to stand up straight and stop his terrible “howling.”

However, Singh’s face had not yet regained its color, and he kept muttering, “It turns out that the legend is true.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. When the singing stops, we can rest. Or, we can rest now. But Singh, you can sleep with me, and Volma can sleep with Xiao Chengqian.” I made some arrangements. After all, with me and Xiao Chengqian, two people from the Shan Clan, guarding them, I’m not afraid that they will be too deeply affected by the singing.

Moreover, it seems that the singing is not aimed at us, because I have a hunch that the being that is singing has far more abilities than that.

“Go to sleep.” I don’t know when, but Grandpa Johnny suddenly appeared next to me, sitting on the deck and making a decision.

Among us, Uncle Johnny has absolute authority, so when he makes a decision, we naturally won’t oppose it. We all went to sleep, except for me, who hesitated and looked at Uncle Johnny and said, “Uncle Johnny, is there a story in here?”

Uncle Johnny was as grumpy as he had been in the afternoon, and said to me, “There’s no damn story. There’s just a bunch of boring old stuff that nobody wants to think about or talk about. You’d better go to bed!”

I didn’t want to provoke Uncle Johnny’s temper, so despite my doubts, I went back to bed.

In fact, I didn’t sleep very well that night because I heard Uncle Johnny singing and crying in the cabin until the middle of the night. The song was very familiar because the tune matched the mysterious woman’s singing on the river. It was the same song. I felt that Uncle Johnny must have been suppressing very painful memories.

The next day, I slept in and didn’t get up until after 8 o’clock in the morning. I thought I was the last one to get up, but when I walked out on deck, I realized that everyone else had just gotten up, and there were even two or three people who hadn’t even gotten up yet.

The most lively person was still that guy from Wal-Mart. He was telling everyone about how yesterday there was another male ghost who sang the same song as the female ghost. He used his psychic powers to assure everyone that it was all real.

Volma’s words made everyone look a little strange. Obviously, everyone knew, except for Volma, that it was Uncle Johnny himself who had been singing and crying yesterday.

At least the several wine bottles that had fallen over the edge of the deck could prove this, but Walma simply ignored them and continued to talk animatedly. Only the calm expression on the face of the old man next to him made it difficult for us onlookers to say anything.

Anyone could see that Uncle Johnny didn’t want to talk about it. Even though everyone knew except for Volmar, he still didn’t want to break the ice.

After eating the breakfast prepared by Singh, and after a brief preparation, Grandpa Qiang, who had started drinking early in the morning, shouted energetically, “Let’s go!” as if the person who had been tossing and turning until midnight the night before was really not him.

The Penglai set sail from the safe harbor and continued on the dangerous river. Having learned from yesterday’s lesson, the Penglai kept a high speed. At this speed, except for the occasional narrow encounter with aquatic life that would attack, the Penglai was safe.

On the way, I would occasionally hold the ‘spirit-calling flag’ to feel the message from above. I found that in less than an hour, our Penglai would reach its final destination.

10 a.m.

The summer sun is really beginning to show its power. Penglai finally reaches the end of this stretch of calm river. After a turn, we see the legendary deep pool where the river water gathers.

Here, the scorching sun seemed to be afraid and wilted. As the Penglai entered the edge of this deep pool, I could no longer feel the temperature of the sun, only a piercing cold.

“I can’t see anything. I can’t steer the Penglai through it,” Singh’s panicked voice came from the wheelhouse.

This made everyone very strange. It was clearly visible, so how could they not see anything? I heard this and was the first to run into the cabin. During these days of sailing, I often chatted with Singh in the cabin. I was still able to drive the ship simply, and if Singh was really affected, I could still drive the Penglai.

I entered the wheelhouse and deliberately looked ahead. The glass in the wheelhouse was very clean, and everything in front of me appeared very clear. How could I not see it?

At this time, Singh was holding the rudder. The sudden blindness made him extremely painful. I first helped him to the side, comforting him that this might be the influence of this special place, and then naturally put my hand on the rudder!

But at this moment, something strange happened. The scenery that was still clear in front of my eyes suddenly became blurred, mixed with a layer of purple haze, making it difficult to see. It was like a nearsighted person taking off his glasses. I was a little panicked inside, blinking my eyes and trying to see clearly. When I realized that I couldn’t see any scenery, only a hazy purple haze remained, I was a little panicked inside, blinking my eyes and trying to see clearly.

“I can see,” Singh’s voice came into my ears at this time.

I sighed and said, “Unfortunately, I can’t see it.” At this moment, I knew in my heart that it was a force that affected the soul that prevented the Penglai from entering, closing the soul’s senses. Even with eyes, you can’t see the outside world. It’s like people who have been injured to the soul. Very few of them will go blind for no reason, even if modern medicine is so prosperous.

Although we had made this judgment, we were still unwilling to accept it. We tried many times, but it proved that the Penglai really had no way to sail into this deep pool.

“Singh stayed on the ship. There shouldn’t be any ferocious fish attacking the Penglai here. Let’s go on foot. Since Patel wants to kill us all,” Uncle Johnny looked even more aged. He suddenly made a decision.