Countryside Magic Doctor

0And here we are, a simple cabin, the floor was covered with thick dust. Inside the warehouse... There were huge barrels of wine. Oh no, it should be buckets. In ancient times, ships needed to store enough fresh water.     3

    

It was the same now, but modern ships could provide a certain amount of fresh water through desalination, so they did not need to rely too much on this.    

    

After entering the cabin, Han Lee suddenly felt that there were sounds in his ears, like the sound of waves sweeping up on the sea, the sound of fighting, and from time to time, there was a heart-wrenching sea of sailors.    

    

There was also the sound of wind blowing and waves hitting the boat, as if it really existed. It was so ear-piercing.    

    

At this time, Hee Feng's voice came from the space in the air.    

    

"Hurry up. Don't dawdle. It seems like this ship is trying to escape. If you don't want to die with him in the sea, then hurry up and see what's going on inside. Come out." Hee Feng shouted.    

    

Because he realized that ever since Han Lee entered, this Specter Ship had changed from its previous appearance and wanted to be on par with him. Instead, it took a turn and seemed to want to take Han Lee away.    

    

It had broken free from his restraints, so he couldn't help but shout.    

    

Han Lee held the long sword in his hand. He was not afraid at all. When he heard Hee Feng's urging, he was moved. He stepped on the wooden board in the cabin, making squeaking sounds. He carefully moved his feet.    

    

He was afraid that if he was not careful, he would accidentally step on another wooden board and fall to the ground.    

    

Han Lee found a door to the cabin of the ship. It should be a cabin of a captain because the interior was different from other places. There was a passage on top of it, and a pillar was connected to a few feet.    

    

He could climb up to the cockpit and observe nearby to guide the way.    

    

Inside was a pile of white bones lying on the table. The white bones were covered with a wool blanket, and the surface area was covered with thick dust. The white bones also held a pen in their hands, as if they were writing something.    

    

As he continued to walk inside, Han Lee suddenly found a rustling sound in his ears. His face changed drastically. He turned his head and saw the long sword in his hand flashing with a golden light. He pointed at the captain's bones.    

    

At this time, a chirping sound could be heard. Han Lee looked down at his feet. He let out a long breath in an instant, and his feet quickly crawled over. It was no other than a huge rat with shiny black fur on its body. It looked very fat, and no one knew what it ate to come out alive.    

    

After seeing Han Lee, the rat wasn't afraid at all.    

    

Instead, it ran a few steps and bit Han Lee's pants. Han Lee felt a chill down his spine. As soon as he saw it, he pierced through the fat black rat and threw it to the side.    

    

"Strange. The boat has been floating in the sea for hundreds of years. What do the rats eat in there?" Han Lee muttered to himself. Then he continued to walk deeper into the cabin.    

    

After a few steps, there were pillars supporting the hull of the ship. On top of them were old and broken hammock that had become a net-like object. The ship was bumpy, and it did not look like it was sleeping on land. They could only sleep on the hammock.    

    

It was quite difficult.    

    

After walking inside, Han Lee found that there was a pile of bones on each hammock. Obviously, it corresponded to a sailor. He did not know why, but everyone died on their own bed.    

    

But there was no one on the deck. Oh, no, it should be a corpse!    

    

He walked to the end in one breath. Below him was a tightly shut cabin door. There was a stone under it. He did not know why he had to seal it. It was as if there was a demon sealed underneath. Han Lee did not take it to heart.    

    

After using his sword to knock the stone to the ground, the sound of rolling stones echoed throughout the cabin. There was a strange echo in the air, as well as a rubbing sound. He did not know what was going on.    

    

With a bang, he opened the cabin below. Han Lee's expression changed drastically. A thick stench came from below, followed by rolling rats. At this time, the sound of banging could be heard. The door of the cabin was closed.    

    

Han Lee took out a flashlight and shone it into the cabin. Han Lee suddenly realized what was happening. He only saw a disgusting scene under the cabin, with countless layers of bones inside.    

    

There were also some who had not decayed yet. They were obviously dressed in modern clothes, and there were many rats eating them. How did the rats on the boat survive?    

    

He immediately understood.    

    

Seeing this scene, Han Lee came to a realization. Then he sneered and said, "So that's how it is. The storm that happened on the ship, followed by the plague. All of you died and were fed to rats, but now... He became the mouse's servant and lured them up one by one. And then you let them feed the rats, right?"    

    

"He's haunting us!" After a sneer, Han Lee suddenly waved his long sword. The golden long sword instantly shot out a sword shadow. With a swoosh, the tightly shut cabin door was cut into pieces by the sword. Wood splinters flew everywhere. In the light of the strong flashlight.    

    

It was a dozen or so skeletons wearing ragged clothes blocking the door.    

    

They were all crew members of the ship, and not only did they die for some reason, but they also died. It should be because of the plague, but the rats had eaten them all. Thinking about the rats on the ship, it meant that they died because of the plague.    

    

Everything was clear now!    

    

The dozen or so skeletons in front of them realized that Han Lee was not easy to deal with, so they waved their weapons. Some held machetes, some held sticks, some held harpoons, and some held Winchester, who could not be shot.    

    

They also held the revolver and charged towards Han Lee.    

    

Looking at them, looking at these rats that had lived on this broken ship for dozens of generations and survived by eating human flesh, Han Lee felt disgusted for a while, and then he slashed down. In an instant.    

    

The dozen or so skeletons in front of him disappeared in an instant. They turned into a pile of powder. As the sea breeze blew, the corrosion brought by the salt air above the sea was eroding. After so many years, if it wasn't for the support of the soul, they should have turned into powder a long time ago.    

    

With the slash, no matter what, Han Lee was still a Cultivator, and his strength wasn't too bad. The ghosts and spirits in front of him were naturally no match for him. In the blink of an eye, they had already dissipated.    

    

The air returned to silence, and there was nothing else.    

    

Only the countless rats on the ground were quickly crawling and moving, continuing to gnaw on the bones below. However, they were obviously afraid of Han Lee, so they quietly moved a little further away.    

    

Walking onto the deck, Han Lee looked left and right. He wanted to cry but had no tears.