The Lost Tomb Chapter 10: Withered Hands

Those two dry hands, obviously human hands, had shrunk into the shape of dead wood and were stuck to the woman's body. Even looking at such a scene, I felt creepy. I didn't know how the woman felt at that moment, but I felt cold sweat on my back.

The two hands did not move any further, but just hung there limply, as if they were decorations on her clothes. I wanted to see where the hands came from, so I looked up along the arms, but her hair was too messy and draped over her shoulders, so I couldn't see clearly.

The woman was obviously very frightened and was shaking violently all over. If she were an ordinary woman, she would have fainted long ago. I saw that her body was weak and I guessed that she had reached her limit.

The captain knelt with his back to us, kowtowed and chanted something. I couldn't understand their local dialect, but I could guess that he was probably doing some kind of ritual, probably asking Mazu for protection. He chanted a few times, then took out two strange half-circle pieces of wood and threw them on the deck, as if he was asking for a fortune. He threw them once, looked at the result, kowtowed a few more times, and threw them again. I saw that he began to tremble all over, probably because the result of his question was not ideal.

I have never believed in this kind of thing, but seeing the captain being so pious, I felt a little worried. These people are very particular about this kind of thing. If the results of the divination said that I was an evil ghost, they would probably throw me into the sea without hesitation.

At this moment, the woman suddenly screamed and shrank back. I don't know if she lost her grip or was dragged by the ghost hand, but she flipped into the ghost ship. It was terrible. The ghost ship drifted away. I thought it was not good, and I turned around and wanted to jump over to save her. The captain rushed over from behind and hugged me, saying, "There is no way! You can't be saved if you fall into the ghost ship. Don't go to die!"

The captain was very strong and I couldn't shake him off. The other people seemed to be possessed by some kind of demon and didn't dare to turn around. I cursed in my heart. At this time, Naiming pulled up the anchor on the boat and threw it hard, throwing it onto the ghost ship, and it hooked the side of the boat. The ghost ship swam very fast and pulled the anchor cable into a straight line. Our boat was shaken and was pulled over.

The captain was so frightened that he pulled out a knife and tried to cut the rope, but was knocked to the ground by Na Naiming's punch. The other crew members were frightened and rushed over one by one. Na Naiming pulled out his pistol and held the captain, shouting, "Don't move, or I'll kill you!"

The crew members were probably a little wary of him, so no one dared to come up after hearing his shout. Naiming yelled again, "Everyone, move aside! Anyone who moves will be killed!" Then he suddenly pointed the gun at me and said, "Toll robbers, go save people!"

I opened my mouth wide, wondering if I had heard it wrong. In such a rough sea, did he want me to swim across? He glared at me fiercely, pointed at the cable, and shouted, "Go! Otherwise, you will die!"

I shook my head. This was ridiculous. I was weak in sports. Swimming over there would basically mean I would die. If I climbed the cable, I would only be alive even if I could reach it. How could I save people? But when I was still daydreaming, a gunshot rang out. I saw a bloody hole on the captain's foot. Naiming stared at me and said, "If you don't go, he will die!"

At this point, I had no other choice. The look in his eyes showed that he was a man who could do what he said. The brutality that came from his bones was definitely not fake. I gestured for him to wait. I put on my swimming goggles, took off my shoes, walked to the side of the boat, and clumsily grabbed the taut rope. There were huge waves ahead, and the rope was submerged in the water from time to time. I panicked, thinking that my life was in danger.

I looked ahead and saw that the cable was about 12 meters long and was definitely strong enough. If I had been quicker, I wouldn't have been completely dead. The main danger was being knocked off the rope by the waves. Thinking that I wasn't going to die, I felt a little moved.

From childhood to adulthood, I have never encountered something that required such determination. I arched my butt on the side of the boat for a long time before I slowly climbed out and took the first step. I followed the method of the special forces on TV I remembered. I hung upside down on the rope, used all four limbs, and prayed as I crawled. But before I could open my mouth, a wave suddenly came and drowned me directly in the water. When I stuck my head out, my face turned green. But all of a sudden, I also understood the strength of the waves, and I suddenly felt relieved. I thought it should be no problem to climb over there.

So I didn't move when the waves hit me, and crawled a few steps when I came out of the water. I don't know how long it took, but I was very close to the ghost ship. I only needed a few more steps to climb up. At this time, another question came to the table: What is this ghost ship? Will it be dangerous if I go up rashly?

The woman just fell over, so she shouldn't be seriously injured. But I didn't see her stand up when I was climbing. I don't know if something happened. Also, the woman said that we can't look at this ghost ship, but now I not only look at it, but I also enjoy it. I don't know what will happen next.

At this time, a huge wave came and I sank completely underwater. I was almost pressed to a depth of more than 1 meter. I was a little dazed. I held my breath and opened my eyes. Suddenly, I saw a strange scene. I saw a long chain covered with sea rust on the bottom of the ghost ship. The strange thing was that there was a strange thing at the end of the chain. It was very deep in the water and I couldn't see it clearly. I exhaled and was about to take a closer look. Suddenly, the rope was lifted and I came out of the water. This time I was on the crest of the wave. I looked down and saw the woman facing up, climbing into the hold of the ghost ship with a strange posture. I was shocked when I saw it. It was not her own hands that dragged her forward, but the two dry ghost hands.

I saw that she was motionless, as if she had lost consciousness. I couldn't help but hesitate. If she was dead, wouldn't it be innocent for me to be buried with her? But if I retreated, I would still be dead. I couldn't figure out what I had done to be so unlucky. At this time, a gunshot rang out from behind, and a bullet flew past my scalp. I looked back and saw that Naiming was aiming a gun at me. Damn it, it seemed like he was trying to force me to do something! I had no choice. I exerted force with my hands and feet and climbed over in a few steps. Then I rolled over and fell into the ghost ship and fell on the deck.