The Cursed Ship

Fishermen's homes generally do not lack cables, but canvas may not necessarily be available. After all, motor boats are now used, and only those who sail for fun.

Hans didn't have canvas, but he still went to a clerk's house to help Zheng Yang get enough canvas, and Zheng Yang must owe a sum of money for this.

The next morning, Zheng Yang went up the mountain to collect more than forty catties of gum, and it was already afternoon when he returned home. After he was full, he took all the materials needed for this transformation and drove to the back of the island. On the way, he happened to meet Fei Le and others dragging their logs back to the fishing village with a fishing boat.

This kind of log has a low density, and the raw wood can also float on the water surface, so it is very convenient to haul it together. Of course, this kind of wood is also suitable for building small boats, and big boats must not be counted on.

It was evening again when Zheng Yang arrived at his destination. He dragged the spirit ship ashore, and tied his pile of logs to the water's edge with cables, so that he could tow it to the wreck at night when the tide rose to rebuild the spirit ship.

The waiting time was quite boring. Zheng Yang lit a fire, summoned the little devil insect and commanded it to kill mosquitoes, and the effect was good, saving money on mosquito coils.

It was around ten o'clock, and the sea breeze was a bit cold... Hey, why is it getting colder and colder?

Zheng Yang is very familiar with the sea breeze, and it's only autumn now, even if the cold wave is cold, it shouldn't feel like this, and it's dark and straight into the body.

There was a strange reminder in the dark, as if it came from the spirit ship, or the magic circle on the spirit ship, directly acting on Zheng Yang's heart, like a whim. Zheng Yang realized that something was wrong, reached out and picked up the machete beside him, and looked around solemnly.

There was no abnormality at the beach; turning around quickly, Zheng Yang finally saw a white figure approaching at the mountain crossing.

That mountain road leads to the fishing village, and Fei Le and the others went back and forth from there yesterday. But Zheng Yang didn't believe that this figure could be any villager at all, just the cold feeling was enough for him to understand.

Xie Yi finally came to the door.

The past two days have been safe and sound, he thought there was no evil on the island.

Don't say anything, let's have a little boy's urine first to consecrate the machete!

No matter what, he was a person who died once. Zheng Yang's mentality is very bachelor, and he is also courageous. When the incident happened, he didn't panic at all.

The pale figure floated closer, and with the help of the bright moonlight, Zheng Yang saw clearly that it was a middle-aged man dressed as a fisherman, and his appearance was somewhat impressive.

Suddenly, Zheng Yang found some memories of little Zheng Yang. Isn't this the villager who died of a serious illness the year before last? I heard that he was bitten by a dog in English Port, got a deadly infectious virus, and now he turned into a ghost?

Ghosts, as mentioned in the travel notes, are low-level undead, weak and have almost no attack power, and ordinary people can't see them. Zheng Yang thinks he can see, either because of his relationship as a time traveler, or because of the "blessing" of the spirit ship, he prefers the latter!

At this time, the ghost who was already close at hand showed a ignorant expression, but the ignorance was mixed with fear and greed. It seemed to be hesitating whether to do something to Zheng Yang, or it had no means at all and was at a loss.

sa...

Zheng Yang had no intention of talking to the ghost, he swung the machete in his right hand, and slashed across the face with one move. The machete passed by as if cutting nothing, and could not feel any force, but the ghost in front of him screamed, and smoke rose from the part that was cut by the machete, and then the whole ghost collapsed and dissipated quickly as a cold air.

Zheng Yang maintained the posture that he had just finished cutting the ghost, and he was a little bit stunned.

That's it? Gone? What about the 300 rounds of the agreed war?

Recalling the dark feeling just now, Zheng Yang suddenly understood that it was a warning when Xie Yi was approaching. He was cursed because of the spirit ship, and because of the spirit ship, he could see evil and get early warning.

This allows him to gain a little reaction time when facing evil in the future,

Don't get too passive.

...

Around eleven o'clock, the wooden raft finally floated on the sea, but Zheng Yang found that it couldn't be dragged by the spirit boat, on the contrary, it rushed to the shore with the high tide.

This time there was no other way, Zheng Yang had no choice but to use his spiritual energy to transform into physical strength, holding a log and forced the raft out, the spirit boat turned upside down and was dragged behind the raft.

It can be regarded as getting close to the sunken ship.

Zheng Yang leaned the wooden raft on the bow of the sunken ship, and dragged the spirit boat onto the wooden raft. All the materials were already together.

"Start to transform!"

With a command from the mind, the magic circle on the spirit ship was activated, and the silver light slowly spread out, covering the spirit ship, wooden raft and the bow of the sunken ship.

The steel at the bow of the sunken ship melted into flowing molten iron, and was attracted to the spirit ship by the magic circle; the gum, cables, canvas on the spirit ship, and the logs that made up the raft below also began to be replaced into the spirit ship under the magic circle, or Decomposed and reorganized, each has its own place, and gradually builds a new shape in the set plan.

As for Zheng Yang, even though the spirit boat was being reorganized, there was always something supporting him under his feet, preventing him from falling into the sea.

The position of the sunken ship is now like a full moon sinking on the sea surface, shining silver light. Fortunately, there is no one here, otherwise, seeing this scene, God knows what kind of commotion will be caused.

The reorganization lasted for about half an hour, and the silver light finally subsided, and it was done.

Zheng Yang is already on a new sailboat that is 5 meters long and 2 meters wide at its widest point. Its shape is still pointed and flat-tailed, and the corners of the bow and stern are covered with thick steel corners, and the corners have iron claws deeply grasped into the wood.

The logs on the outside of the hull are closely arranged without any gaps, making the side of the boat very thick; the middle of the bottom of the boat is shallow on both sides, and the deepest is 1.5 meters. The interior also uses logs and steel to build a solid keel.

Inside and outside of the whole boat, from the keel to the outer wall of the hull, all corners and joints are firmly fixed by steel and rubber. A deck is laid on the keel, and a large number of hidden compartments, fresh water tanks, and fish warehouses are separated under the deck by the keel, and the fresh water tank can store at least one cubic meter of fresh water.

Zheng Yang felt that if he added a cabin to protect the spirit ship from wind and rain, he would be able to drive it around the world!

The modified mast reached a height of 6 meters and was directly replaced by a log, and the jib was also enlarged to the corresponding specifications. Moreover, the corresponding winch and pulley block are installed, which saves a lot of effort in hoisting the sail. There is plenty of steel, anchors and winches, and the stern oar is replaced by a more easily maneuverable bottom oar (rudder plate) and rudder wheel.

This is the dhow that can really go to sea!

"The perception range of the ship spirit has expanded to a radius of 5 meters. In the final analysis, it also uses the perception ability of the spirit ship. The size of the spirit ship has expanded, and its perception range has also increased. It is still a little weak in the range of 5 meters!"

Zheng Yang activated the information interface of the spirit ship and looked at it.

"Basic Information:

Hull: first class spirit ship

Status: complete

Feng Ling: Scaled Demon Insect (Larva)

Psionic Core: Moonlight Shell

Psionic Reserve: 8/100

Base speed: 10 knots

Attack Bonus: 5%

Defense Bonus: 5%

Power bonus: 5%

...

Equipment information:

Primary Drives: Spinnaker, Sloop

Auxiliary drive: manual bamboo support

Figurehead: Scaled Demonic Worm

Head skills: none

Remarks: ... (pretend not to see)"

A spinnaker is added, which is stored under the bow deck, and can be raised by pulling the corresponding pulley block when the wind is down.

The base speed of 10 knots is not much worse than Hans' fishing boat! Naturally, the safety performance has also been greatly improved. The current spirit ship can smash the spirit ship before the transformation with a single collision.

But after completing such a major transformation, why is it still a first-class spirit ship? How to evolve and upgrade?

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Zheng Yang drove the spirit boat back to the fishing village overnight with full sails.

After Zheng Yang left, more than half of the bow of the sunken ship had disappeared...

Zheng Yang deliberately returned to the fishing village slowly, and his spiritual power reserve recovered to 65%. It's already past three o'clock in the morning, and if it drags on, some fishermen who went out to sea early will come out. Zheng Yang directly drives the spirit boat to a shoal, then meditates, puts the spirit boat into the subspace, and then returns home to cover his head big sleep.

A shadow crawled from an unknown place, like a monster, engulfing Zheng Yang's yard...

here we go again!

Zheng Yang was at a loss for a moment before reacting.

The familiar fog, the swaying deck of the ship underfoot. Zheng Yang looked at his hand for the first time, and sure enough, there was an extra machete than last time.

He was right to sleep with the machete in his arms, the weapon was brought into the dream.

But why he entered this dream and what it has to do with the spirit ship, Zheng Yang still couldn't figure it out.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Zheng Lun moved his limbs a few times and began to explore step by step. After walking more than ten steps this time, he actually walked out of the fog, and his eyes instantly opened up.

He was indeed on a ship, a very large ship, floating on the vast sea.

The bare masts soared into the sky, like crosses that had been crucified, and some strips of cloth left after the sails were hung, like pieces of evocation banners and elegiac couplets fluttering with the wind. Some crossbars on the mast, as well as the doorways of some cabins in the distance, are hung with blood-colored ship lights at large distances.

Except for the bloody gleam of the scarlet ship lights, the world was almost colorless, just black and white, and various shades of gray in between.

The cold sea wind blows on the huge ship, sometimes it makes a loud whimper, and sometimes it turns into a horrible whimper. Except for the sound of the wind, the whole ship was dead silent.

Zheng Lun swallowed his saliva.

This is clearly a giant ghost ship!

The ghost ship... the spirit ship... Zheng Yang began to feel nervous again.

At this moment, he was standing on the edge of the deck at the bow, and the huge deck in front of him could be compared to a football field. When I looked back, I could no longer see the previous fog. What I could see was the side of the boat more than ten meters away, and the abyss-like sea below.

It's like he's just boarded this ghost ship.

Zheng Lun tightened his grip on the machete in his hand. He was originally a bit of a bachelor, but now he couldn't help becoming nervous.