Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-Two

Through the porthole, Lin Zisu can see that the sunset glow on the sea is burning in the western sky, together with the setting sun slowly sinking into the distant horizon.The salty sea breeze poured into the cabin, and some white foam mixed with sea water splashed on his face.Although the shadow of the mainland can no longer be seen as far as the eye can see, you can still feel the smell of soil mixed in the sea breeze, which is the smell of the Yangtze River Estuary.The Yangtze River flows into the sea here, and the river water dilutes the sea water, making the sea surface gray, and also brings mud and sand from the depths of mainland China, and perhaps, pottery or stone tools that have been buried in the Yangtze River for thousands of years .However, what is in the cabin at this moment does not belong to the surging Yangtze River, nor even the turbid Yellow River and the yellow land in the north, but belongs to a more distant desolate desert, a civilization that has long since disappeared.Lin Zisu was sitting half-lying in the low and narrow cabin, looking at these things in front of him, he felt that he was walking from the desert to the ocean.

When he raised his eyes to look out of the window again, the night had already covered the vast sea and sky, and he could not see the starry sky he had hoped for. There might be a Big Dipper leading him forward in his imagination.But now, it's just a piece of darkness, boundless darkness, rolling in with the sea breeze.The wind and waves seemed to be getting bigger, and he was bumping in the cabin, just like sitting in an off-road jeep on a trip across the desert two months ago.The desert is also a sea, just like the sea in the darkness before us, it is also unknown and mysterious.Traveling in the desert, everyone is eager to reach the other end of the desert, or an oasis, quickly.And now, he also longs to reach the other end of the sea, which is called the other shore in a religious sense.Lin Zisu has read some long-lost Buddhist scriptures in some ancient documents unearthed in the Western Regions. There was once a Buddhist scripture written in Kalu language that he still remembers vividly. On the road, whether alive or dead, the other shore will always be before your eyes.

Now Lin Zisu couldn't see the other shore in front of his eyes, only one face, and that was a golden face.A wave hit the ship's side, and at the moment the ship swayed, he suddenly felt that this expressionless face was gradually looking at him with a strange expression.He shook his head violently, gripped the porthole tightly, and blinked again, and the golden face was back to normal.Although in the bumps, his stomach was very uncomfortable, and the nausea went straight to his throat, but he still picked up this golden mask. The mask was very heavy and had a high gold content, but it was made very thin, almost only a piece of paper Thickness, it is soft when squeezed hard, which may be because of some casting process that has long been lost.

There was another nausea. The dim kerosene lamp in the cabin was hanging above his head, swaying in the wind and waves. He was worried that the lamp would fall and hit the top of his head.As the lamp swayed, the light and shadows in the cabin also floated. Lin Zisu watched his own figure and the projection of the mask growing in size in the shaking. Sometimes the projection of the mask was so big that he almost swallowed himself whole. It made him really a little scared.However, this fear is insignificant compared with the house of the Archaeological Institute.Lin Zisu felt that he could no longer stay in that house, not even for a second, as long as he stayed for one more day, he would be like Jiang He.Only by leaving, only by escaping the house of the archaeological research institute entangled by death, and going to the other side of the East China Sea, can one escape the seemingly omnipresent curse.

Although he finally set foot on the sea boat leading to the other shore, his heart was not at peace.Since stepping on this ship, he kept asking himself if he was farther away from the curse?He didn't know about this.Lin Zisu also had a password box beside him. The wind and waves in the East China Sea were a little calmer at the moment. He moved his body and looked at the fully enclosed box, feeling panicked in his heart.Why do you feel this way?He was a little irritable, but the more he was like this, the Buddhist scriptures sealed in the box appeared in front of his eyes, and those ancient characters were arranged line by line, densely drilled into his eyes, and reached his brain and heart.In an instant, that syllable began to echo in his ears again - MUYO.

Hearing this syllable, despite the cold wind on the sea, a burst of cold sweat broke out from the spine.Lin Zisu closed his eyes, curled up by the porthole, and covered his ears with his hands, but the syllable still rang in his eardrums—— MUYO——MUYO——MUYO—— One after another, seemingly endless, gradually, this voice has entered his heart, echoing in the last space in his heart.Lin Zisu understood the meaning of this word, which made him truly feel hopeless for the first time.He thought of many people in an instant, Jiang He, Xu Anduo, Zhang Kai, Yang Xiaolong, and a young woman. Lin Zisu opened his eyes again. In the violent jolt, he felt that the world was ending. He stretched out his hand and slowly picked up the golden mask again.He put the mask in front of his eyes, stared into the mask's eyes, and said softly, "Tell me, who is she?"

The golden mask didn't answer, he seemed to feel that the mask was giving him a strange smile, which gave him a feeling of deep fear.However, instead of throwing away the mask, he put it on his own face. Lin Zisu murmured, "Now, I am you." After a while, the kerosene lamp continued to shake, and the small cabin was shrouded in dim light. Sailing in the vast black sea, no one knows where the other shore is.