Luckily, Yang Xiao’s fears did not co true. After walking for about ten minutes, a breeze blew through the night, slightly dispersing the fog. Yang Xiao and the others saw that strange procession again, now they had co to a lakeside.
The procession stopped by the lakeside, and the boat was lowered down.
Now closer, Yang Xiao and the others could see clearly that the two ends of the boat were not so white sculptures but were actually two people, or rather two bodies wrapped tightly.
On the way, Professor Cui had ntioned to Yang Xiao about the customs in the Myanmar-Thailand zone, where ancient burial practices were still prevalent in remote and backward areas, commonly known as "head wrapping burial".
It involves washing and cleansing the deceased, then stuffing the nostrils with cotton, wrapping the entire body with white cloth, and finally tying a massive knot on the head.
Soon, the boat was pushed into the lake, confirming Yang Xiao’s speculation. After floating for a few seconds, it began to sink. The hull seed to be made from sothing like thick cardboard glued together; the entire boat consisted of only a wooden skeleton, which explained why eight people could carry it.
But just as the hull was sinking, Yang Xiao witnessed an unbelievable scene. The boat seed to be pulled by so force, while sinking, it swiftly moved towards the center of the lake.
Before Yang Xiao could comprehend, a more terrifying scene appeared. A body linked at the stern, with only a third of its torso above the water, bizarrely twitched, the motion was subtle, but Yang Xiao saw it clearly.
"The body moved," Yang Xiao exclaid, then suddenly realized sothing, "No, it...it seems like there’s a living person inside!"
However, when the others looked, they saw no movent. Aisha adjusted her glasses and said she had been looking all along; the corpse hadn’t moved. She suspected it was the light refracting off the broken water surface that deceived Yang Xiao.
"Didn’t you see it?" Yang Xiao pursued.
"No."
"No."
"Only you saw it." Adila said thoughtfully, looking at Yang Xiao.
"Damn..." Yang Xiao fell silent, this was not a good on.
As soon as the paper boat fully sank, the procession dispersed like a rush, everyone fleeing back as if sothing terrible would happen if they slowed down.
But this caused trouble for Yang Xiao and the others, who were hiding behind nearby bushes. If they ran, they would imdiately be discovered. Fortunately, those guys were only focused on running, paying no attention to others hiding nearby.
Within two minutes, over a hundred people at the scene fled completely, the lakeside returned to calm.
Once assured they wouldn’t return, Yang Xiao and the others erged from hiding, led by Imam Musa to the lakeside to search for clues.
The lake was shrouded in fog, with a sense of disconnection from the real world. Looking at the misty lake surface, Yang Xiao felt a sense of déjà vu.
He seed to have seen a similar scene before, not long ago.
Suddenly, a cry rang from behind, bringing Yang Xiao back to his senses. He saw patches of light erging from the fog on the lake.
The lights layered intricately, revealing, soon, the faint outline of a village, though extrely blurry, like a mirage.
A flash of images crossed his mind, and Yang Xiao suddenly realized where the familiarity ca from; it was the script box, and that village was on the cover of the script box!
But Yang Xiao hadn’t expected the village wasn’t in deep mountains but on a lake.
More precisely, it should be on an island at the center of the lake, it was a solitary island!
The next second, the sound of water clashing ca from amidst the lake mist, approaching rapidly, soon revealing the outline of a boat.
At the mont they saw the boat clearly, Yang Xiao and the others felt like they had been drenched with ice water, chilled from head to toe; at the bow and stern stood bodies wrapped in white cloth like ferryn, and along both sides, two rows of decayed bodies sat rigidly.
The bodies uniformly turned their heads, looking in unison, pairs of pallid eyes stared intently at those on the shore.
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