How to become a mermaid

Chapter 88 The Second Month

Because of the tidal moon, almost everyone's work and rest were disrupted, and black and white were completely reversed.

The last moon has risen for almost a month. Shamanlell sleeps in the daytime every day, copies Planck's notes at night, and practices fire breathing. He is almost turning into a nocturnal creature like Miss Tess.

But fortunately, as the corpses on the island were gradually cleaned up, the night was gradually returning to silence, with only the occasional roar of Moni coming from the seaside.

Affected by the restless emotions, the fish in the ocean became more aggressive. Regardless of whether the corpse would be revived or not, they fought in full swing every night, continuously creating corpses.

Whenever it enters the night, countless fish bones scramble to swim to the island.

As far as the eye can see, there are fish corpses floating everywhere on the scarlet sea, illuminated by the moonlight like blood, so densely packed that you can't see the end at a glance.

These dead fish fell down while swimming with the few pieces of meat left on their bodies. Coupled with their desperate behavior of trying to bite people, it looked like a zombie siege.

"Roar!"

A huge red dragon was flying in the air, spitting out a few fireballs from its mouth from time to time, spitting at the fish bones that were about to climb ashore, burning them sizzling.

Countless ashes made of fish bones have already piled up on the shore, with a height of three to four meters, forming a circle around the entire island.

Whenever the night wind blows, these ashes will fly around in the air like flakes of snow.

In the early morning of the next day, the land and roofs of the island will be covered with a layer of fish bone ash, just like a gray-black snowfall.

The climate of Apache Island is like spring all year round, and it has never thought of snow. These fish ashes may satisfy the islanders' fantasy of snow.

"Come on, Mr. Mooney! Keep spraying them and turn all these damn skeletons into ashes!"

"Mr. Money, we feel at ease with you here!"

While guarding the inside line, the guards on the island did not forget to encourage the red figure in the sky.

"Roar!!" Hearing the shouts of the guards, Moni, who was flying in the sky, let out an angry roar.

I knew I wouldn't take this job, it's too tiring!
Need to add money!I want to ask the island owner to add money!
Although the dead fish were very fragile and would almost shatter when touched, there were too many of them, and cleaning them all would make him exhausted.

Since the moon of tides, Mooney has not been back to the boat. Every day, he fights with these dead fish until dawn, then falls asleep, and fights again the next night.

But even so, there are still countless fish skeletons climbing up from the sea every day, endlessly.

…………

Unlike the hard-working Moni, the atmosphere in the dock is obviously much more peaceful, but there are still people patrolling around every day.

To Shamanleir's doubts, the number of patrols suddenly increased sharply in the past two days, even more than before.

Moreover, people's faces were not as relaxed as they were a few days ago. Instead, they were all solemn, as if they were guarding against something.

In order to answer this doubt, Samantel went to Pochi to ask.

"Pochi, isn't there no danger here? Why do they seem more nervous?"

"Because..." Hearing Shamanlaer's question, Boqi, who has always been talkative, hesitated. He showed a mysterious smile to Shamanlael and asked, "Do you believe in animism?"

"Spirit?" Hearing this sentence, Shamanleer exclaimed, "You can't say ghost, can you?"

He was most afraid of these things, the kind that wouldn't dare to turn off the lights at night after watching a ghost movie.

The main reason is that the death conditions of the victims in those films are too miserable, and the atmosphere is too horrific, so he can't help empathizing with them and fearing this kind of thing.

Especially after Samantel crossed over, he believed more and more that people have souls, so it doesn't seem strange that there are ghosts?
Thinking of encountering those things that floated around and suddenly appeared behind and above the head, Shamanlael's whole fish was in a bad mood, and his tail curled up.

Seeing Shamanlell, whose tail was curled up in fear, Pochi suddenly thought of teasing him, and said with a smile, "That's right~ it's a ghost!"

"It will be the second month soon, and the ghosts will come out in full force. Anyone who falls asleep at night will be entangled by the ghosts!"

"They will follow you closely, no matter where you swim, you can feel something staring behind you, you will suddenly hear a hoarse scream in your ear, your shoulders will suddenly feel cold, and you will be put on a cold arm Suddenly, the eyes will suddenly lose sight, as if being blinded by something."

"When they have had enough torturing and toying with, they will drag your tail and drag your soul away from your body to the dark world, never to return!"

"My dear son, you must be careful not to fall asleep at night~" Boqi said with a look on his face.

After saying this, he walked away with a smile, leaving Shamanleir with an angry look on his face.

He knew that Boqi was teasing himself, but he was just afraid.

In order to alleviate the fear in his heart, Samantel took the initiative to swim out of the cabin at the bottom and went to a crowded place.

And something that puzzled him even more happened. He saw the crew on the Moni begin to do some strange things on the Moni.

"Quick, take down this chandelier, clean it up and put it away, don't let it hang on the ceiling!"

Several crystal chandeliers in the cabin were taken down one by one, and the crew took them to clean them carefully. The light in the whole ship dimmed a lot in an instant, which made Shamanleer feel a little depressed.

"Any tables and chairs on board should be secured so they don't move!"

"Put away your personal belongings, put them in a box and close them!"

The doors of many rooms were wide open, and the crew members were cleaning out their personal belongings, stuffing clothes, shoes, hats, toothbrushes and towels into the boxes.

After stuffing it, I tied it up with a rope, and pressed the box with my body weight, as if I was afraid that the things inside would come out.

Shamanleir even saw many people taking care of their weapons, but instead of keeping them sharper, they smeared thick mud or plaster on the blades and sealed them in a locked box.

what is happening?
Shamanlael suddenly thought of what Pochi had told him before, that everything has animism.

Could it be that... this sentence refers to the sudden movement of these dead objects such as chandeliers or clothes?

No way, no way, that's... too interesting!

Thinking of this, Samantel didn't feel scared anymore, but rather seemed to be very interesting.

He even looked forward to such a situation.

However, everything was uneventful that night, and nothing happened.

Samantel waited until the sun rose the next day, and saw nothing unusual.

He yawned, feeling sleepy, and swam to the lower cabin to sleep.

"Ouch...my back hurts..."

"It hurts…"

"Who will help me..."

"Help…"

Suddenly, Samantel, who was sleeping, heard a low voice.

The voice was indistinguishable from male to female, but it was hoarse, and it sounded like it was full of pain.

Hearing this sound, the whole fish froze, and the drowsiness completely disappeared.

It's over, there won't really be ghosts!
　Do you have a bun for watching lol games?
　　Yesterday, the two teams of lpl had a civil war, and the operation of the ultimate meal operation almost showed my cerebral hemorrhage.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)