Chapter 87 Buying Life

Chapter 87 Buying Life

Chapter 87 Buying Life
On the Yunmengze Lake Bridge, vehicles come and go, and snow-white cruise ships look like white geese floating on the clear water, carrying early-rising tourists across the lake to Izumo Mountain.

Izumo Mountain and Yunmeng Lake are both nationally famous scenic spots. They are always crowded during holidays. Although it is not the peak tourist season yet, there are still many tourists who have the money and time to visit during the off-season.

The Yunmeng Lake is vast and misty, and the cruise ship is bustling with voices. The sound of shutters clicking can be heard from time to time, and the birds are chirping.

Some girls were discussing with their boyfriends whether to go to the island in the middle of the lake or the summer resort on the mountain to take photos first; there were groups of budget college students reviewing the snack guide they had looked up before coming, to know which old shops the locals eat at and which are the Internet-famous shops that specifically target tourists; there were also middle-aged and elderly women in bright clothes who came to the mountains specifically to dig up the wild ginseng from Mount Izumo, which is said to prolong life and cure all diseases.

Although they don’t know that these so-called wild ginseng are actually the graduation projects of graduate students from the Agricultural College of Yunlu Academy.

On a half-loaded boat filled with young people, a clear-eyed male college student walked to the bow of the boat holding a selfie stick and a cell phone. With his other hand, he pointed to the island in the middle of the lake with a statue of Confucius in the distance and said to the camera:

"We have arrived at the largest lake in the Central Plains, Yunmeng Lake! Yunmeng Lake is so beautiful... Oh, isn't this Confucius?"

"Let's take a look at Mt. Izumo in the distance, folks..."

The male college student was happily pointing his camera at the famous landmarks on Yunmengze when suddenly the cruise ship came to an abrupt stop, and the white hull drifted out at an angle. Everyone on the boat leaned forward uncontrollably. The student standing on the bow stumbled and fell on the guardrail. The new mobile phone he had bought specifically for taking photos fell into the water with a plop, leaving only an empty selfie stick.

"Oh my god, what's going on..." Several students climbed up from their seats and looked at the captain in front of the driving seat in confusion, only to see that the captain himself was also confused.

"Don't look at me, I didn't pull the emergency brake..." The captain hurriedly explained: "The route of the cruise ship across the lake is planned, and it is basically driven slowly by the computer automatically. We are only responsible for the necessary supervision to deal with emergencies, and rarely drive the boat manually."

In other words, the emergency stop drift just now was the ship's own emergency braking, not the captain manually pulling the brakes.

"The camera detected a humanoid object in front, so it applied emergency brakes... Strange, how could there be someone in the middle of the lake?" The captain looked as if he had seen a ghost. Yunmengze is known as the largest lake in the Central Plains for a long time. Even in the dry season, the diameter of the lake is hundreds of kilometers. How could human power swim to the central area of ​​the lake?

Did a tourist fall off the boat, or jump off? Or is there some large aquatic animal bubbling up ahead?
With this in mind, the captain did not dare to delay. He immediately took over the control of the ship manually and slowly drove towards the direction where the suspected humanoid object was detected at the lowest gear of horsepower.

College students who knew the situation also stuck their heads and cameras out of the gaps in the guardrails on both sides of the cruise ship, looking around for anyone who had fallen into the water.

There was a light mist over the Yunmeng Lake in the early morning. The visibility was slightly worse than on a sunny day, and the scene was a little hazy. The captain turned on the searchlight on the bow and groped forward carefully for a long time. Finally, a human figure appeared in front of the cruise ship.

"Found it! It's indeed a person!"

"Wait, what's going on with this person?"

After the brief joy of the crowd, confusion replaced it, because the blurry figure that appeared not far away was not half submerged in the water, with only the upper body exposed above the water, nor was he lying flat or floating on the lake with his back facing up.

The figure that appeared right in front of the searchlight was a complete person.

Or to be more precise, it was a person standing on the lake.

"I don't remember there being plum blossom piles in Yunmeng Lake? That's a trick used by Taoist priests and monks..." The young people on the boat were talking about it. The water in the middle of Yunmeng Lake was so deep that there couldn't be any plum blossom piles for people to stand on. Could it be that the man was standing on a bamboo raft or something like that?

That wasn't right. The figure stood motionless on the water, his body hunched and stiff, like a chopstick stuck in the sand. There was no sign of shifting center of gravity or losing balance at all. It would be difficult for any bamboo raft to be this stable.

What's that word? --- like walking on flat ground. Just like standing on the ground.

"Why is there someone standing in the middle of the lake? Could it be that they are making a fuss..."

"Don't talk nonsense. It's better if you don't say anything about this kind of thing. Once you say it, it might..."

The noisy young students all quieted down, and the cruise ship fell into an eerie silence. The captain held the joystick, unable to move forward or backward. The engine rumbled behind the boat, and it stopped where it was, not daring to move forward at all.

The boat didn't move much, but the figure was getting closer and closer.

There was no movement of walking with legs, nor any unnecessary shaking, he just "moved" over silently. The old man's loose scholar's robe was not stained by a single water stain, and a foul smell of corruption came from his round belly.

"What it is?"

"Who the hell knows!" the captain roared, and hurriedly turned the boat to escape from this strange place, but the figure moving horizontally on the lake was faster than the engine-driven cruise ship. The hunchbacked old man had a pair of dark red eye sockets with blood and flesh revealing through them.

It is said that eyes are the windows to the soul. The morning sun shone down, illuminating the lifeless old face of the God of Wealth with golden splendor. Through his eye sockets, one could vaguely see the milky white rotten brain in his skull.

The searchlight on the bow swept across the thin mist on the lake, stretching the skinny, hunched old shadow of the God of Wealth very long.

Screams and shouts of despair were heard one after another on the boat. The people who fled in panic were filled with fear. In their excitement, they did not notice that when the searchlight swept across the lake, it reflected more than one shadow.

Behind the hunched body of the God of Wealth, the air was empty, with only a dark figure that flashed across the clear, sparkling lake in the blink of an eye and shot towards the back of the God of Wealth like an arrow.

If the movement of this shadow is slowed down, one can barely make out the distorted human figure. It looks like a tall and thin adult man, holding a long object in his hand. It's not known whether it is a stick, a sword, or maybe just a mop?
The black shadow rushed behind the God of Wealth at lightning speed, raised his hands high, and then quickly dropped them to chop off his head with one blow.

At the same time as the shadow was beheaded, the neck of the hunchbacked old man was also broken, and his round head fell into the lake with a splash, spreading a bright red color like a dark cloud.

The God of Wealth is dead.

But before the sound of the head entering the water disappeared, another crisp sound of metal collision was heard in Yunmengze, like a copper coin rolling out of a torn pocket and clanging to the ground.

The God of Wealth is alive again.

(End of this chapter)