The Cursed Ship

　　 The strong wind brought the roar of huge waves, and under the downpour, the island seemed to overturn and sink at any time.

　　 Lightning occasionally splits the darkness, reflecting a small, silent fishing village.

　　 In one of the yards, the teenager lying in the bedroom seemed to be having nightmares, frowning tightly.

　　 After a while, the young man opened his eyes from the darkness and sighed long. He dreamed of the moment when he died in his previous life...

　　The heavy rain raged all night.

　　 When it rained and cleared, it was already noon the next day. Piles of smoke rose from the small fishing village, and the island was finally rejuvenated.

　　 On the beach by the sea, more than a dozen teenagers carrying bamboo baskets quickly searched for the legacy left after the tide receded. On the beach, there are snails, shells, large sea prawns, and occasionally catch fish that can still jump.

　　During the storm last night, these teenagers were already looking forward to today's actions, so they rushed out of the fishing village as soon as it cleared. At this moment, the bamboo basket is half full.

　　 Some old people came out of the village one after another to join the ranks of chasing the sea.

　　 At the corner of the beach, there is a small natural harbour with rugged sea and rocks, which is the pier of a small fishing village. At this time, there are a dozen small fishing boats moored, and the young and strong fishermen are struggling to pull the nets laid last night.

　　 On the beach, there are several wrecks of broken fishing boats lying among the rocks.

　　 A teenager didn't go to the beach to search for seafood like other friends, but beat and beat on the wreckage of these fishing boats, looking for something.

　　 This boy is named Zheng Yang, who has just turned fifteen years old. His parents never came back after going to sea a year ago.

　　 However, Zheng Yang did not believe that his parents were in a shipwreck. His parents taught him to read and read since he was a child. He always felt that his parents were knowledgeable and capable people, who were so incompatible with this small fishing village, and he was not the master of being a fisherman at all.

　　 I must have been dragged down by something before I can come back!

　　Of course this is the original idea of ​​Xiao Zhengyang.

　　 Two months ago, the five-no youths of the earth were hit by a big tow into this world, Zheng Yang's thoughts about the parents of this world are no longer important.

　　 This is a strong home win. Zheng Yang in this world died of a high fever. The remnant soul collided with Zheng Yang who had passed through, and his soul flew away. The traverser occupied the magpie's nest, inheriting his body and memory...

　　 Two months have passed. At this moment on the beach, Zheng Yang has searched for several rotten boats, and he actually asked him to dig out five uncorrupted boat plates of different sizes... and some rusty nails.

　　 The scrapped fishing boat, which can be reused, has already been torn down and clean. His harvest is pretty good!

　　 Ten minutes later, Zheng Yang returned to his yard carrying the plank with nails in his pocket. In the yard, there are a small pile of old ship boards, wooden nails and other materials collected before, plus the five pieces dug back this time, and all the boards are only nine pieces.

　　 Fortunately, three of them are quite large.

"almost!"

　　 Zheng Yang had an early draft, put down the materials he had just collected, and officially began to "fight" the ship.

　　 I beat the saw, and at dusk, there was not much material left in the yard. Instead, a very simple small sampan appeared. In fact, it was simply pieced together from a few old ship boards and wood, and it was barely like a ship.

　　 This thing called "boat" by Zheng Yang has a pointed tip and a flat tail, no more than two meters long, and only seventy or eighty centimeters at its widest point.

　　 This is Zheng Yang's "ship". He watched in silence for a while, knowing that such a thing would never last ten minutes before it would sink.

　　 "The first step is completed. Didn't it mean that the simpler the higher the success rate, this boat is simple enough!"

　　 Zheng Yang looked at the sky, and before he could settle the dinner, he took a carving knife and carefully painted it in his "boat".

　　 It wasn't until ten o'clock that Zheng Yang was dizzy with hunger, and finally finished the work at hand, and then entered the kitchen messing up and filling his stomach.

　　 The small fishing village was quiet, except for the sound of clattering from the beach.

　　The soft moonlight gleams on the yard, as if covered with a mist-like veil. Zheng Yang locked the door tightly, climbed up the wall and looked around, confirming that no one was around, then returned to his room and dragged a wooden box out from under the bed.

　　 Soon, he moved the box to the "boat" in the yard, opened the box and took out a bunch of bottles and jars and strange tools, and laid them out one by one in a specific order.

　　 Under the light of a flashlight, these containers contain various unknown liquids, powders, and some biological organs and internal organs. It looks very scary.

　　 Zheng Yang placed these containers, took a deep breath, and took out a leather-like object from his arms. After unfolding, there was an incomparably complicated pattern painted on it.

　　 This pattern is exactly the same as the pattern Zheng Yang painted in the "boat" overnight. Zheng Yang has practiced on the beach countless times, and he is too familiar with it. But he checked it carefully at this time and confirmed that there was nothing wrong, so he put the leather aside.

　　 "Xiao Zhengyang, his father did not know where he obtained this ritual chart, hoping that as recorded in the travel notes, I can really turn my broken ship into a spirit ship!"

　　 Zheng Yang opened the first bottle, sucked up the juice with a brush, and applied the juice to a specific location along the carved pattern. The bottles were opened one by one, and the less materials were used, the patterns on the boat became more and more plump, and there was a vaguely ancient and vague feeling.

　　 These materials include mercury, gum, plant sap, animal tissue fluid, and some specific shells and mineral powder. It took Zheng Yang more than a month to collect them all on this small island.

　　 The record of these materials is an ancient travel note collected by Xiao Zheng Yang's father. Fortunately, his father taught Xiao Zheng Yang to identify these materials when he was a child, otherwise Zheng Yang would not be able to get them all.

　　 described a kind of semi-life "spiritual ship" that can evolve in that travel notebook, which requires the combined action of magic circle, ritual and spiritual guidance, and the success rate is very low. The spiritual guide is on the pattern of the leather. It has a name called scroll, which is a consumable.

　　 Zheng Yang very much suspects that Xiao Zheng Yang's father made the travel notes and the ritual chart to build his own spirit ship, but I don't know why he didn't do it. Instead, he taught Xiao Zheng Yang so many related things since he was a child.

　　 Or maybe he was prepared for Xiao Zhengyang? It's a little hard to understand.

Besides, in the courtyard, as all the liquid materials were used up, Zheng Yang sprinkled the powder on certain areas, and then put up the biological organs one by one. These biological organs are used in a summoning ceremony. Some messy things such as the liver of a bullfrog and the eyes of an owl.

　　 "It's kind of evil!"

　　 At this time, Zheng Yang's little face became extremely serious. He picked up a sharp knife, sterilized it with alcohol, gritted his teeth and cut a four-centimeter-long wound in the palm of his left hand, and directly pressed it on the scroll when the blood gushed out.

　　 "Uketi……" (启灵)

　　 As Zheng Yang read out a strange syllable according to the phonetic notation of that travel note, a cloud of silver light suddenly appeared on the scroll, blending with the moonlight.

　　 "It's on! The legendary mysticism actually exists!"

　　 Zheng Yang took a deep breath, grabbed the scroll decisively, and pressed it against the magic circle in the boat.

　　 Suddenly, the silver light spread rapidly along the circle, enveloping Zheng Yanghe's entire boat.

　　 The moonlight in the sky is drawn by a certain force, pouring down like mercury, causing the silver light to become more and more prosperous.

　　 "Canopy..."

　　 The scroll suddenly burned, and Zheng Yang quickly stopped. At the same time, the biological organs on the magic circle in the ship exude a scarlet light, forming a rotating six-pointed star with the flame, exuding a strange aura to communicate to the unknown.

　　 I don’t know if this change is affected, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, the sky quickly darkened, dark clouds covered the sky, moonlight faded, and only the magic circle in the ship was still glowing with silver light. And under the shroud of silver light, the six-pointed star array exudes a peculiar rhythm, and the center suddenly fluctuates like a ripple, and then I see a creature with a human head coming out of the ripple.

　　 The six-pointed star flashed and disappeared suddenly, along with the burning scroll and the sacrificed biological organs, replaced by a black flying insect with the size of a human head, seeming to be a little dazed lying in the center of the magic circle.

　　 Zheng Yang was extremely nervous at this moment. Facing the magical ritual, coupled with the instinctively frightening breath from the black flying insect body in front of him, he almost forgot to move forward.

　　 However, he did not forget after all.

Snapped……

　　 Zheng Yang picked up a hammer and smashed the black fly on the head of the black fly with all his strength, directly exploding the fly's head. The strong resistance made Zheng Yang understand that black flying insects are far from being as fragile as ordinary insects. Its body surface is clearly covered with fine scales.

　　 In the silver light, I saw an illusory soul body floating on the body of the black flying insect, half smaller than the flying insect.

　　 The darkness of the sky is suppressed, as if a storm is approaching, to wipe out the silver light in the yard.

　　 "Troimo...... (Feng Ling

　　 Zheng Yang kept the steps in mind, and immediately recited another spell. The silver light on the circle suddenly brightened tenaciously, and the pattern seemed to come alive. He quickly melted and absorbed the corpse and soul of the flying insect, and then disappeared into the hull.

　　 The silver light is divided into two, the most part is converged into the hull, and the smaller part is integrated into Zheng Yang, forming a small boat on the back of his left hand, communicating a subspace.

　　 At this time, the black clouds in the sky dissipated, and the moonlight fell on the courtyard again, shining on Zheng Yang and his boat.