How to become a mermaid

Chapter 89 Ships

"it hurts…"

"My back is about to break..."

"Help me...help me..."

The hoarse groan continued.

With these painful wailings, Samantel felt a gaze staring at him.

Not only does he feel being watched, but the animal instinct even reminds him that what is watching him is right in front of him!

Shamanlael felt a chill in the back of his head, his eyelids trembled, hesitating between pretending to sleep and fighting with that thing.

"Are you... awake?"

Suddenly, Samantel heard this sentence.

The deep voice lingered in the ears of Samantel, and a chill went straight to Tianling Gai.

His hair was almost standing on end, and he could no longer pretend to be nonchalant, and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Go away!" Shamanlael let out a roar, didn't see what was in front of him, and spit out a mouthful of dragon breath.

A group of crimson flames as big as a head flew forward. Even when it touched the sea water, it maintained its forward momentum, but it was only partially offset.

This is almost the most successful fireball that Samantel has spit out so far.

"Plop..." The flame slammed into the inner wall of the fish tank, making a heavy muffled sound.

The surrounding sea water rolled and formed tiny bubbles, but in the end it still strongly overwhelmed the fireball, extinguishing it bit by bit.

Although the fireball was successful, it hit the target.

What speaks to him is not inside, but outside the fish tank!
Shamanlael saw a vague sound sitting on the floor of the cabin.

It is gray and white as a whole, without facial features or hair, and even its hands and feet are not clear, like a cloud of human-shaped gray mist.

This unknown cloud of gray mist squatted on the ground, with its head bowed and its hands folded in front of its knees, it looked pitiful, weak, and helpless.

Seeing that the talking thing has neither a pair of white-eyed eyes with a look of hatred, nor long hair covering the face, nor is it wearing blood-stained clothes, it seems to be different from the image of ghosts in horror movies , Let Shaman Lyle breathe a sigh of relief.

His intuition told him that this thing should not be dangerous, so Shamanlell boldly talked to it:

"You... what are you!"

Maybe it heard Shamanlael talking to it, and the "head" of the gray mist actually lifted up.

There was a crack in its round head, and it spit out sounds one by one.

"Boat…"

"Ship?" Hearing such a succinct answer, Samantel was stunned for a moment, and his fear was diluted a lot.

Pointing to the ground, he asked in an uncertain tone, "Did you mean... you are this ship, right? Moni?"

"It's me..." Gray Mist spoke again.

Hearing its affirmation, Samantel widened his eyes.

"So...you are thinking? Living?" he asked in surprise.

"Now it's..." Gray Mist or Moni replied again.

just now…

This answer is intriguing.

"That is to say, you are usually not conscious, but under the influence of this tidal moon, you have a mind? And a body?" Shamanlael asked again.

"Not this time, but once before... many years ago," Moni replied.

Hearing what it said, Samantel probably understood.

Combining with Boqi's saying that everything has a spirit, the Living Corpse Moon will not only make the corpse rise up, but also make the dead thing have a "soul".

Moni had a "soul" when the last zombie month came, that is, this cloud of gray fog in front of him.

But the gray mist is usually unconscious, and it will only reappear when the zombie month comes again.

"Every time you encounter this situation, I mean, can the moon that can revive the corpse appear?" In order to prove his conjecture, Shamanlell asked.

"Almost, but..." Gray Mist gave an affirmative answer, but with another twist, it continued in a low voice: "If the ship is destroyed, I will disappear..."

"I'm going to die..." The ship spirit of the Moni hugged his legs, his tone low and languid.

"Why? I think this ship is very good, and I don't see anything wrong with it!" Hearing this, Shamanleir looked around in the cabin, and no matter how he looked at it, he didn't think the Moni was going to be destroyed. look.

"The sail is too heavy, I'm too old to bear it, the keel is about to break..." the Moni said dejectedly.

The keel is the first part of a ship to be built, and it is also the base and frame of the ship, which is equivalent to the beams of a house.

When the keel is broken, the ship cannot hold up.

"You just complained that your back hurts, is that the reason?" Shamanlael asked.

"It hurts..." Moni wailed instead of answering.

This voice was exactly the same as what Shamanleer heard in his half-dream and half-awake state.

For some reason, Samantel actually saw the grievance from the gray mist.

"Does Moni know about this? Didn't you tell him last time?" Shamanlael asked.

He felt that since Mooney had just painted the Mooney, he should still cherish the ship, and it was impossible to let it be destroyed like this.

"I could stand it before, but now I'm older..."

"I can't find Moni...he's not here..." Moni said in a low voice.

Hearing this sentence, Samantel felt that it was really wronged.

It was because it couldn't find Moni that it harassed Shaman Lair.

"Then you can look for other crew members! Do they know you?" Shamanlael asked again.

"I looked for Moni a lot, but I didn't see him. I'm very tired...and in pain, I don't want to move..." Chuan Ling said hoarsely.

Hearing this sentence, Samantel noticed that it had been squatting all the time, and hadn't changed its position except raising its head.

Seeing how uncomfortable the ship spirit was, Shamanleir couldn't bear it, and wanted to help it, so he said to it:
"Money is currently helping people on the island, and he hasn't been back for a long time. I will tell the person on board about your matter and ask him to call Moni back."

Hearing that Shamanleir was willing to help it, the boat spirit raised his head and said in a low voice: "Thank you..."

Although this gray mist villain seems to have no eyes, Shaman Lear has a feeling that he is being watched by it.

"It's okay, it's a matter of little effort!" Shaman Lair said indifferently.

It's just a message, and Shamanlell will still help with this little favor.

"By the way, how old are you?" Shamanlael asked one last question before leaving.

"35..." Chuan Ling said slowly.

"You're about the same as me! You're not old at all, maybe you can't bear it because you have too many things on your body! Don't be too pessimistic, you will definitely get better!" Shaman Laier casually comforted Chuanling .

After speaking, he turned and headed upstream.

After he left, the boat spirit kept squatting quietly on the ground.

It seems to be raising its head and seems to be thinking.

After a long while, he said quietly: "Money wants to buy a new boat, but he doesn't want me anymore..."

"I'm dying…"

(End of this chapter)