How to become a mermaid

Chapter 90 Everything has a spirit

Entrusted by the ship's spirit, Samantel swam to the upper floor, ready to swim to the crew lounge to tell Hawke about it.

Compared with other crew members, Hawke delivered food to him and Pochi every day these days, and Shamanlell was a little more familiar with him.

No sooner had he gone upstream, however, than he heard a lively commotion.

"Catch 'em fast! Don't let 'em get away!"

"Damn it, I forgot to put away the captain's things!"

"Ahh! Don't run!"

Hearing these voices, Samantel was a little curious, what happened on this boat?

He swam to the stairs, just in time to bump into a figure.

This figure wears a black velvet wide-brimmed hat on his head, a dark gray plaid scarf around his neck, a turtleneck sweater and a long trench coat on his upper body, a pair of white gloves on his hands, and a pair of white gloves on his lower body. A pair of slightly cinched black trousers were paired with matching leather boots.

Money?

Seeing this figure suddenly, Samantel thought it was Moni who had returned to the boat.

As a result, he took a closer look and found that there was no one inside the suit at all, only the clothes were moving by themselves!

"Da da da..." He stepped on the ground with his boots crossed, imitating Mooney's walking posture.

The other parts of the clothes fluctuate up and down with the movement of the boots, and the fit between the various parts is perfect, and the posture is so standard that it seems that there is a Moni inside.

When passing by Samantel, the clothes still paused.

Under Shamanleir's suspicious eyes, the "clothed man" stretched out his gloves and took off the hat on his head, revealing the empty nothingness inside.

It bent down and took off its hat to Shamanlell, the gesture was polite and modest, just like Mooney usually did.

However, it didn't get up after saluting, and kept bending over, as if waiting for Shaman Lair's response.

Caught off guard by being saluted by a suit of clothes, Samantel didn't know what to do for a while, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Thank you..."

As if hearing his thanks, the "clothes man" straightened up quickly and put his hat back in place.

Under the leadership of the boots, the suit continued to move forward without looking back, to the lower cabin.

"Da da da…"

Following a series of footsteps that gradually drifted away, the clothes quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Does Moni's clothes have a soul?

Seeing this set of clothes that can move on its own, Samantel has a feeling that the world is really wonderful.

"Da da da…"

"Da da da…"

It didn't take long for him to feel emotional, and Shamanleer heard another burst of intensive footsteps.

At the end of the corridor, a mirror floated, followed by a group of silent figures.

The figures appear to be composed of Moni's clothes, and each suit has been assembled by itself.

Some are cool in summer, some are cold in winter, some are exquisite and aristocratic, and some are gentlemanly like just now... There are all kinds of styles.

There are also red lines, white lines, black lines...etc.

In short, they are all common collocations that Money likes.

"Da da da…"

A suit of clothes is walking on the corridor covered with red carpet.

They didn't walk fast, and even stopped from time to time to go to the mirror and pose in various poses.

How should I describe these gestures? Shamanlael can only think of one word to describe them, which is to make poses.

There are two rows of fixed wall lights on both sides of this corridor.

When the clothes walked by, the wall lamp seemed to have also been convulsed, and it was flickering and beating.

The flickering light combined with the movements of the clothes, filled the atmosphere in an instant.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

"Clang clang clang!"

There was a commotion upstairs.

Dozens of glasses and dishes of various sizes and styles rolled down the stairs and danced in the air.

Followed by several silver knives and forks with metallic luster.

The knives and forks chased glasses and dishes, banging and clanging on them.

The glass dodged the knife and fork, fluttering back and forth in the air, sometimes being knocked twice because it was too late to dodge.

The sound was intermittent, but it seemed to be rhythmic, just like playing music.

The wall lamps on the walls are flickering, the clothes on the red carpet are walking slowly, and the knives, forks and glasses in the air are playing the soundtrack.

In this situation, although there are some demons dancing wildly, they form a wonderful picture, which even makes Shamanleer have a strong sense of déjà vu.

Money, come and see, your clothes are walking in the fashion show by themselves!

"Son! Isn't it interesting!" Suddenly, Shamanlaer heard Pochi's voice.

Following the sound of Shuxi Shusuo, he saw Pochi protruding his head from the seaweed not far away, looking at him excitedly.

Judging by his appearance, he must have been hiding here early in the morning, and I don't know how long he has been watching.

"Is this what you mean by animism? Even knives and forks have souls?" Shamanlael couldn't help but asked Poch.

Hearing his question, Pochi shook his head and said, "Actually, it's not, it's more about spirituality than soul!"

"It's really hard to have a soul that can think independently! These little things don't actually have any intelligence, they're just imitating their master's usual behavior!" Pochi explained.

"It turns out that..."

Shamanleir was stunned, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a good thing that not everything can talk, or else they would cry out for pain in their sleep, asking me to help them, what should I do?
Still, if the clothes were imitating their owners, wouldn't that mean...

Moni, you are so flirtatious!
No wonder those crew members have to put away their things, are they afraid of accidentally dying?
"Son, do you want to watch it with me?" Pochi said briskly, pointing to the corridor below.

After finishing speaking, he moved to the side to make room for Shaman Lair.

"I..." Shamanlaer was about to agree, but suddenly remembered that he had a mission on him, he shook his head and refused: "No, I have something else to do, I'm going to find the crew on the ship!"

"Looking for the crew? Are you hungry?" Boqi thought that Shaman Lair wanted to eat.

"It's not...it's a boat..." Shamanlaer was about to explain, but was suddenly interrupted by a loud noise.

"Hurry up, the captain's clothes are here, tie them up and put them back, don't let them run around! Don't break them either! Otherwise, your salary will be deducted!"

Five or six crew members descended the stairs, holding ropes and wooden boxes in their hands, and rushed towards the clothes in a hurry.

The person who led the conversation was exactly the Hawke that Shaman Lair was looking for.

"Da da da da da..."

The clothes seemed to sense that the pursuers were coming, and they even quickened their pace and began to trot.

The corridor that I hadn't finished walking for a long time, was half finished in an instant.

"Come on, run quickly! Don't be caught by them! You are free!" Boqi watched the excitement from the sidelines and cheered on the clothes without thinking about it.

Unlike Boqi who was watching the show, Shamanlael didn't care if the clothes would be taken back.

When Hawk passed by him, he seized the opportunity and reminded: "Hawk, wait a minute!"

Seemingly hearing someone calling his name, Hawke paused.

He didn't go to grab the clothes with the others, but stopped where he was, looking up suspiciously at the top of his head.

Seeing Hawk stop, Shamanlael leaned on the wall of the fish tank, and hurriedly said to him: "I called you, I have something to do with you!"

Spotting Shaman Lyle on the top of his head at a glance, Hawke asked suspiciously: "Is there anything I can do for you? Is it uncomfortable? Or do you want to eat?"

"It's not that I'm not feeling well, it's that the Moni is not feeling well! I just saw the ship's spirit!" Shamanlear shook his head.

"It's a cloud of gray-white fog without facial features. It keeps crying out for pain, and asks me to help it!" In order to convince Hawke, Shamanlell briefly described the appearance of the ship's spirit to him.

"Money?!" Hawke's eyes became serious in an instant, and he said in a serious tone: "Can I trouble you to explain in detail?"

"no problem!"

(End of this chapter)