Chapter 92: Tail Ship 10
Drake: "Ghost King. You haven't even heard of who the Ghost King is?"
He waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Time is running out. Let's talk while we walk."
You also know that time is running out!
Jiang Yuelu was still worried about Leng Wenhan, "What happened to her?"
"It's okay, don't worry about it, it will be fine once we leave this damn place." Drake said angrily, "I only come here for serious business in a hypocritical place like Happiness. Who would come here normally?"
Jiang Yuelu carried Leng Wenhan on his back half-believingly, and Drake enthusiastically carried Tong Mian. The man and the ghost quickly walked out of the wooden passage and came to a brighter platform.
Drake pointed to the top of his head, where there were three horizontal beams and three vertical beams, arranged crosswise, like a very delicate supporting structure. Unlike the previous long wooden planks, the light here came in from the intersecting spaces. Looking closer, you can also see the clouds in the distance.
Jiang Yuelu finally had a sense of being "really in the sky". He had been in the gloomy and suffocating ghost building, and he had forgotten that he was on a flying island suspended in the air.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Derek said from behind him. "But you won't feel that way anytime soon."
These were the last words uttered by the frivolous man as he climbed to the ground.
I returned to the ground and looked around. It was pitch black. It was a completely unfamiliar place.
Sensing someone crawling out from the ground, a beam of strong light swept onto Jiang Yuelu's face. He closed his eyes and at the same time covered the eyes of Leng Wenhan on his back.
Drake said in a weird voice: "Hey, hey, hey, man, it's me, don't you even look at me?"
The person greeted him unceremoniously with a bright light and walked forward before Drake could get furious. Jiang Yuelu listened to their conversation and squinted at the other person's appearance.
He has black hair and black eyes, and he doesn't look like Drake.
If there is any similarity, it is that their clothes look like old and antique goods, not as trendy and luxurious as those of the people in Happiness.
But apart from these... Jiang Yuelu vaguely felt that there should be other essential differences between the ghosts here and those in Happiness.
"Hey, Jin, you're not really going to let us wait here all night! I've already told you that it was Dad who asked me to bring them here! Why don't you believe me?"
Drake and Ajin's negotiation obviously encountered some difficulties. It was hard for him to turn around and calmly comfort Jiang Yuelu while he was roaring, and made an OK gesture for him. (Only after comparing, I realized that even his nails were shiny fluorescent pink)
Ajin listened to Drake's accusation with indifference.
He had been standing guard between despair and happiness for hundreds of years, and the only one who could outlast him was Sun Wukong under the Five Elements Mountain. But he couldn't tell Drake this metaphor, because they were two ghosts from different cultures and on opposite sides of the ocean, and their usual styles of doing things were also very different.
"You can go in, but they can't."
Derek roared, "Oh my god!"
He paced back and forth impatiently, "Ajin! Oh my god!"
"We made it clear a long time ago." A Jin stood unmoved, "Desperate people are only allowed to leave, not come in. This is the order from Dad."
"Bringing them back was also Dad's order!"
Drake was furious: "Didn't you hear the noise coming from Guiliuju?"
"These three guys smashed the ship owner's place, took the Tianzi ship, refused to admit their mistakes, stole things and ran away!"
Drake grabbed Jiang Yuelu who was about to turn around and leave, and said proudly: "See, it's them!"
Jiang Yuelu: Sure, but there’s no need to be so loud.
Ah Jin gave him a strange look, "...Really?"
"It's absolutely true!" Drake swore to him, "If I say anything false today, I will be struck by lightning and die without hope of rebirth! Is this the most serious oath you have?"
"That's not how this sentence is used." Ajin muttered.
He glanced at Jiang Yuelu one last time and said reluctantly: "Okay, you can go in, but you must report any situation to me. Drake, you know, this is not because I don't trust you, but..."
"I know, I know!"
Looking at Drake's back as he walked away, Ajin couldn't help but sigh.
Desperately... How many years has it been since there was a "newcomer"?
The "newcomers" he mentioned are not the ghosts who are thrown into despair every day, but the ghosts who often appear here, like Jiang Yuelu, who walk in with their own feet.
The biggest difference between the two is...
"He has freedom." Ajin touched his chin, where there was a line of hard patterns. If he looked closer, he could see a string of numbers.
Jiang Yuelu's face just now appeared in front of my eyes.
There is a mark on his face...it is not only the certificate of boarding the ship...it will also be the wealth he is proud of.
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"What is that?"
Jiang Yuelu pointed at the ghost opposite from afar. His head was wrapped in a tattered brown cloth, which was blown up by the strong wind, revealing a line of tattoos on his face.
The marks on their faces were similar in texture, but they were a string of numbers. On the way to here after passing three intersections, he had seen more than ten identical tattoos.
Drake glanced at it and said, "That's the debt figure."
Jiang Yuelu: "What is the debt figure?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"nothing……"
This word is too "human", it doesn't seem like a word that would appear in ghosts, or even in academies. These places that transcend human thinking have their own logic, birth, death, and how to survive.
But the word "debt figure", which seems to appear in university textbooks, reminds Jiang Yuelu of her life when she was not a wizard but an ordinary person.
Drake smiled and said, "You just got on board, you haven't paid yet? Everything here needs to be paid for, but not your shells and gold and silver, but -"
"pain……"
A voice came from behind, Jiang Yuelu turned around, "Are you awake?"
Leng Wenhan nodded. He still looked very weak. He realized that he was lying on Jiang Yuelu's back. He was stunned for a moment and tried to struggle down: "I... am useless."
Jiang Yuelu shook her head, "What did you just see?"
Drake looked at the boy's white pupils and his nonchalant demeanor restrained a little. He recalled the legend he had heard on the other side of the ocean. It was said that in the mysterious inland land, there was a hidden tribe. Their secret method was called Luo Yin, which could be used to communicate between the Yin and Yang worlds and achieve communication between humans and ghosts.
It is said that the secret skills of this tribe are passed down to girls and not boys, and the distinctive feature is a pair of eyes as white as clouds.
Drake looked Leng Wenhan up and down, and no matter how he looked at him, he looked like a boy, so he threw his doubts out of the window - Satan knew that Drake would never make things difficult for him.
"Nothing."
Leng Wenhan seemed to see a large mass of thick, sticky black fog unfolding before his eyes. It was so heavy that it seemed to be filled with the corpses of insects, but it was spreading out in clumps... The middle part firmly locked his eyes, forcing him to look... In the end, he saw...
"Nothing."
Is it empty or invisible?
Otherwise, what were the whispers and screams that reached his ears?
Drake's voice came over: "That is pain and desire."
The two looked towards him.
"Cute white-eyed boy, you are wrong."
"On this ship, you can only pay with your own happiness, so Drake hopes that you will be an extremely happy ghost."
Judging from his playful expression, this was not a sincere blessing. He continued to smile, but the topic he was talking about had made his eyes lose the smile.
"Every ghost here is marked as in debt because they can't pay with happiness. Poor Drake is no exception."
"I really want to show you my numbers, but unfortunately, they are grown in the wrong place." Having said that, the man in the fluorescent pink vest patted his butt frivolously.
"But the ghosts in happiness don't have this string of numbers. They can pay with tens of millions of happiness with just a flick of their fingers. They have houses, cars, beautiful clothes, and everything else. Their happiness is like a snowball rolling down the Pulmis Snow Mountain, getting bigger and bigger."
Drake sighed, "Don't look at me like this now. When I first got on board, I was also dazzled by that place. You guys performed much better than me in the ghost market today."
"The ship owner may not be good at other things, but he is good at running a ghost market. I picked and bought things inside, and everywhere I looked there were things I had never seen before. But the good times didn't last long, and the happiness I got on the ship was almost gone."
"In the end, I was woken up by a blow and rolled to this place, in despair... What a fitting name! After coming here, my fate would only get worse and worse... Fortunately, my father saved me."
"I will repeat this oath three times every day. Please be my witness. Drake will dedicate his soul to his father in this life..."
"Okay."
A sharp laugh pierced Drake's tearful eyes, and his performance had to stop awkwardly. In the dim streets, he looked very funny and dazzling. Seeing the figure of the person coming, he complained angrily: "Gurion, eavesdropping is not a gentleman's behavior."
"Thank God you are not." A silver-haired man with a messy hair jumped down from the container. He didn't even look at Jiang Yuelu, and his arrogant posture seemed like he was going to piss on Drake.
"And listen carefully, I wasn't eavesdropping. You should be thankful that I was the one on patrol today. If it was that guy Jin, he would never let you walk around on the street with a stranger."
Derek rolled his eyes: "I've seen how powerful he is."
"Would you like to introduce yourself?"
"These two... oh, and the one sleeping on my back, these three are the ones who turned Guiliuju upside down today. They are also the guests invited by my father." Drake said with a smile: "They made the owner crazy."
"Oh?" Gurian looked at Jiang Yuelu with admiration, but he was soon disappointed, "Damn, they look very ordinary." They don't even have muscles.
Jiang Yuelu saw that he also had a number tattooed on his arm, which was not quite the same as Drake's, but the amount was about the same. The obvious difference was the scattered homeless people on the street, whose numbers were much less than those of the two ghosts.
Do you have to have a lot of debt to be invited by the rebels?
But they don't have any numbers on them...
At this moment, Drake accidentally glanced at Jiang Yuelu's neck, but opened his mouth wide, "Numbers..."
If there was a mirror in front of him, Jiang Yuelu would be able to see from the mirror a circle of mysterious numbers emerging on his neck, the aqua red color was like a thin chain, locking his throat.
Leng Wenhan lowered his head subconsciously: "I have it too."
They checked Tong Mian again and found the same numbers on his body.
"Oh my God!" Drake was stunned. "Such a long... such a long number, such a huge debt? What on earth did you take away from the ghost market?"
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