latelenovela Chapter 579 Nightmare
Chapter 579 Nightmare
Ah Jin, who was squatting on the ground holding his head, stiffened slightly for a moment before slowly raising his head.
It was a very ordinary face, so dark that the features were barely visible. The skin was peeling and red from the sun, and the forehead and corners of the eyes were covered with obvious sun lines, making the face look very weathered. Even the whites of the eyes were surrounded by dense red blood vessels.
"..." Ah Jin glanced at Angkor cautiously and whispered, "Angkor... can I still milk the goats?"
"..."
Angkor kicked him again in anger, "Idiot, if you don't teach them how to milk goats, am I supposed to go?!"
Akin's pupils widened suddenly for a second, then he nodded quickly:
"Okay, okay, Brother Wu, I will definitely work hard, I will work hard!"
"Get out of here!"
Angkor lashed his whip across the ground, the whistling sound accompanied by a sharp crack as he lowered his head to wipe his face, saying:
“Follow him and let him teach you how to milk sheep.”
That last sentence was said to Yu Shijiu and Xu Han.
Yu Shijiu's eyes lit up, and his smile became much more genuine:
"Okay, Angkor, we will definitely study hard!"
Xu Han, who felt out of place next to him: "..."
His lips twitched slightly, and he nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, me too! I'll try my best to learn how to milk goats..."
Xu Han felt a little guilty saying this, but he didn't dare to show it, so he just lowered his head and followed behind Yu Shijiu.
Angkor sighed: "Work hard, all of you. It's not easy to get a job on a ship. Milking goats is the easiest job on board, so don't slack off, understand?"
"Yes, yes, I know!"
Yu Shijiu nodded and said, "We are very diligent!"
Xu Han: "...Yes, we're all very diligent..."
Lu Chusheng glanced at the various people present, each with their own thoughts, and patiently lowered his head to lick his somewhat messy fur.
After becoming "Fatty the Orange Cat", Lu Chusheng finally understood why Fatty was always licking its fur whenever he looked at it... It was such a mess that he couldn't stand it.
"..."
"Okay, okay, let's go, let's go."
Ajin scrambled to his feet, nearly falling over in the process.
Meeting the gazes of Yu Shijiu and Xu Han, A Jin's rough, dark face flushed for a moment, and he coughed:
"My legs... my legs are weak."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Angkor gave him an impatient look. "You've been working on the ship for so long, and you're still so sloppy. Get rid of your sloppy habits right now. You're an experienced crew member who's mentoring new recruits..."
Ah Jin didn't argue back. When Angkor criticized him, he lowered his head and didn't say a word, looking submissive.
"..."
Angkor's mouth was getting dry from talking, so he licked his lips and waved his hand impatiently.
"Get out of here! While it's still not hot, hurry up and go to the hold to milk the goats and bring it up. Ah Jin, remember to tell them how to deliver the goat milk to the second floor."
"Understood, Angkor."
Ah Jin kept his head down and muttered, "I know the procedure—"
"Then why don't you hurry up and go!"
Angkor roars.
Ah Jin didn't dare to speak anymore, and quickly waved to Yu Shijiu and Xu Han, who were "watching the show," and whispered:
"Let's go, let's hurry up and leave, lest we make Angkor even angrier."
"..."
Xu Han wanted to say that they hadn't angered Brother Wu, that it was clearly Ah Jin who had angered him, but he didn't say it out loud.
He's not stupid. He can complain all he wants, but if something really happens... he'll still keep his mouth shut.
Yu Shijiu yawned lazily, called out to "Feifei" who was licking his fur, and followed A Jin with Xu Han toward the cabin door.
Behind them, Angkor watched their departing figures, his hand holding the whip unconsciously clenching slightly.
"Goat milk..."
Suddenly, Angkor's tongue darted out from the corner of his mouth, circled his lips, licked them, and then slowly returned to his mouth and disappeared.
Inside the empty cabin, Angkor made a hissing sound in his throat. He suddenly lowered his head and coughed, spitting out a mouthful of beige liquid.
A faint, milky smell quickly filled the air, only to be quickly masked by a strong variety of other odors.
Angkor's expression also wavered for a moment. He shook his head, sighed, and walked away with his whip.
"...Huimin, I wonder where she found a part-time job..."
"..."
Perhaps thinking of his sister, Wu Ge's back hunched unnaturally. He coughed again, and his cold eyes gradually turned worried and irritable.
"...At least tell me where you're doing part-time work..."
"..."
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Second-floor cabin.
He Lingling suddenly woke up from her nightmare and couldn't help but shout, "No!"
Sun Qin, who was not fully awake, was startled by her shout and sat up abruptly, looking at He Lingling, who was trembling beside her, in horror.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? He Lingling? He Lingling, what's wrong with you?"
He Lingling sat up, trembling all over. Her forehead, face, back, and even the palms of her hands were covered with a dense layer of cold sweat. The fabric on her back clung tightly to her skin, making her feel so uncomfortable that she thought of the blood-dripping goat she had seen in her nightmare.
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"
Thinking of the goat that snapped her head off, He Lingling's breathing suddenly became rapid. She forcefully touched her neck, rubbing it back and forth several times, before slowly letting out a sigh of relief after confirming that her head was still intact on her neck.
"...Did you have a nightmare?"
Shi Yuan, who was standing by the window admiring the sunrise, turned around and frowned at He Lingling, who was disheveled and sweating profusely.
"...More than that."
He Lingling's voice was a little hoarse. She smiled bitterly and said, "I dreamed that my head was bitten off by a goat."
"..."
The atmosphere in the room froze instantly.
Sun Qin, standing beside her, stared wide-eyed in disbelief and said:
"W-what? What was bitten off by a goat?!"
She thought she had misheard and was about to ask again—"My head."
He Lingling closed her eyes weakly, brushed the strands of hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks back, and said:
“It must be that my innate skill has been activated unintentionally again,” He Lingling said. “I saw the guests from the second-floor cabins all gathered on the first-floor deck, kneeling down, like some kind of eerie sacrificial ritual…”
Although she was very reluctant to admit it… He Lingling sighed, but still said quite honestly:
"This is really scary. The person who was sacrificed in the dream seems to be me."
Otherwise, why would that goat suddenly bite off her neck?
He Lingling can still feel the fear and excruciating pain of being on the verge of death, which makes her subconsciously touch her neck—
"Stop touching me!"
Sun Qin, standing beside her, grabbed her hand in shock and said, trembling:
"He, He Lingling, your, your neck..."