am i a devil

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo looked at the surrounding environment.

The cabin aisle, which was originally clean and bright, with lamps inlaid on the top and red carpet on the floor, disappeared.

Instead, it was a dark and damp environment with only a few shaky candle butts stuck on the wall.

Moreover, what Wang Mo is stepping on is no longer a soft red carpet, but a wooden plank that has been in disrepair for a long time, and the creaking sound when he steps on it always makes people feel that he will step out of space in the next second and fall directly into the water .

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo decided to try again.

He opened the door of the room in the cabin again, and saw those people in ancient clothes as before.

Wang Mo: "..."

Ancient people:"……"

Wang Mo closed the door of the cabin again, and when he came out, it was still the dark and damp corridor.

Wang Mo still didn't give up, so he tried again.

After repeated trials one hundred and eight times, when Wang Mo opened the door of the cabin again, one of the people dressed in ancient times called a courageous man to stop him.

"Little brother, don't toss about this door panel, don't you see that it is about to fall?" said the ancients.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo looked at the door panel he was holding, and found that there was a creaking sound at the joints, as if the floor under his feet could fall into the water at any time.

Wang Mo finally recognized the fact that he had entered a small samsara again, and temporarily gave up resistance.

Then he walked into the room and looked at the ancient people in the room.

Wang Mo found that they were different from Xun Ying's ancient costumes he had seen before. These people were dressed in two parts, and they wore short clothes that were convenient for work. They seemed to be fishermen or something like that. For those who work, the living conditions must not be considered well-off, and they may even be somewhat disheveled.

"Brothers, what's the situation with you?" Wang Mo just arrived, and decided to find out the details of this place first.

"Little brother, are you stupid because you have a fever?" said the ancient fisherman who greeted him just now.

"Didn't we run the boat on the same boat? Later, when we encountered wind and waves, the boat capsized, and we met this big boat, which brought us up." The ancient fishermen said.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Oh, then we are quite lucky." Wang Mo blurted out.

Then he saw that there was a gloomy scene in the cabin, and there was no feeling of excitement and survivorship after a catastrophe.

"Well, it's hard to say whether it's better to die then, or better now." The enthusiastic ancient fisherman shook his head and said with a distressed expression.

"Why?"

Wang Mo asked him puzzled, but the ancient fisherman just sighed, but didn't say the reason right away.

While waiting for his answer, Wang Mo felt a little thirsty. He saw a teapot and two tea bowls on the wooden table, so he poured himself a drink.

Because he was not familiar with these utensils, he was used to pouring a little water to rinse the cup first, and then pouring the water into the spittoon beside the table leg.

"do not!"

A rooster crowed one after another in a cabin, the intensity was comparable to that of Wang Mo, the king of cock crows, and his brain buzzed.

"What's wrong?" Wang Mo asked very puzzled.

"A sip of water, which is more expensive than gold, is just wasted." The ancient fisherman who spoke to him said with a bloody expression.

"Water? More expensive than gold?" Wang Mo was taken aback.

"Aren't we just on the water? It's not easy to get water?" Wang Mo said inexplicably.

"It's true on the water, but there's not much water to drink." The ancient fisherman sighed with a look of resentment.

"Forget it, you just woke up not long ago, and you can't blame you for being careless. Be more careful in the future. Alas, I don't know how much more to come." The ancient fisherman sighed.

Wang Mo: "..."

Undrinkable water, does it mean that it has not been boiled?Wang Mo thought to himself, looking out through the porthole.

Then Wang Mo understood why these fishermen are so precious and half-saliva.

Because they are at sea now.