Everyone followed the sound and saw a figure wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat rowing slowly towards them.
"This is the ferryman. I will leave here on his boat later." Fang Xiu explained.
No one asked him why he knew it, and no one questioned his words.
"Oh, it turns out he's the boatman. He's quite considerate and knows how to pick up people."
With Fang Xiu's words, everyone was no longer nervous, even as the ferryman approached, the cold and strange aura became stronger.
"There is one more thing you need to do before boarding the ship, Yang Ming." Fang Xiu said suddenly.
Yang Ming was stunned when he was called: "What are you doing, brother Xiu?"
Fang Xiu pointed to the deep and terrifying lake: "Jump down."
Yang Ming was instantly shocked: "Jump... jump down!? Brother Xiu, are you kidding?"
"I never joke."
"Brother, my dear brother, if I offend you in any way, I... Ouch!"
Before Yang Ming could finish speaking, he was kicked by Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu didn't know how long the ferryman would wait here, so he couldn't waste any time. If the ferryman left, he would have to start again.
Yang Ming, who fell into the lake, instantly felt a biting coldness, and then his spirituality was suppressed, as if he had turned into an ordinary person.
"Help!" Yang Ming screamed, but no one rescued him.
Although everyone didn't know why Fang Xiu did this, since he did it, there must be a reason for it.
Questioning a prophet is undoubtedly a foolish thing to do.
"There is an opportunity for you in the lake, take advantage of it." Fang Xiu's calm voice sounded.
But Yang Ming didn't seem to listen. He rummaged around on his body and finally took out a pack of wet cigarettes.
"Hurry and hold it for me, don't lose it!"
As he spoke, he threw the cigarette to the shore.
Then, a shocking scene occurred.
I saw pale corpses appearing in the dark and calm lake. There were more and more corpses, connected into a dense mass.
"F*ck!" Yang Ming was overcome by trypophobia when he saw this scene. His scalp instantly became numb, and he subconsciously swam to the shore.
Unexpectedly, at this time, Fang Xiu directly picked up the cigarette box and threw it to the place with the most corpses.
"No!!"
Yang Ming let out a heart-breaking scream, and finally turned back resolutely and swam towards the corpse.
Soon, Yang Ming sank to the bottom, and bubbles kept popping up on the surface of the water.
Everyone looked worried. Although they knew that Fang Xiu would definitely not harm Yang Ming, the strange smell coming from the lake and the terrifying scene in front of them still made people worried.
"Brother Xiu, will he be okay?" Li Xiaoru asked worriedly.
"Not only will he be fine, but he will also break through to the fourth level."
"What!?"
Everyone was immediately shocked.
Especially Li Xiaoru was eager to try: "Brother Xiu, how about I go for a swim too?"
Fang Xiu glanced at him calmly: "If he goes down, he will break through the fourth level, but if you go down, you will only have your limbs ripped off and then quartered."
Li Xiaoru suddenly felt a pain in his balls, his face turned cold, and he quickly took a few steps back, hiding far away from the lake.
A moment later, a strong spiritual wave came from the corpse lake.
boom!
The calm lake suddenly exploded, and a figure with golden light flying out from it finally landed steadily on the shore.
It was Yang Ming.
And the powerful aura coming from him was of level four!
Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu's eyes moved slightly.
He felt as if there was some destiny affecting him.
Yang Ming fits the corpse lake very well, as if his magic weapon was prepared for the corpse lake. The corpse-suppressing beads deal with the corpses in the corpse lake, and the corpse water jar deals with the lake water. If it is a coincidence, it is too coincidental.
Perhaps, this is actually the trial place prepared by destiny for Yang Ming?
With the ability of destiny, Yang Ming will rise sooner or later and enter the sight of the headquarters. Then he will naturally come to the headquarters to participate in training. On the way to the headquarters, take the high-speed train, encounter a strange train, and come to the burial ground?
Now that I think about it, the reason why I met the mysterious train in the first place was probably because of Yang Ming's influence.
Maybe, when the group was wiped out at the fourth station cemetery, Yang Ming, who was buried in the graveyard, was not dead at all. If he hadn't died and returned to the graveyard, maybe Yang Ming would have entered the burial ground long ago.
The power of destiny is indeed magical. It is no wonder that Zhou Qingfeng, the destiny of the previous era, was able to end the weirdness of an era.
The situations where others are bound to die are all destiny. Who can reason with this unreasonable speed of becoming stronger?
"Yang Ming, have you really broken through to the fourth level?" Li Xiaoru said in shock.
Everyone was also very shocked, their eyes constantly wandering between Fang Xiu and Yang Ming.
Recalling that at the beginning, several captains also experienced nine deaths before breaking through to the fourth level, but Yang Ming, on the other hand, jumped into the lake and took a bath and broke through?
They didn't envy Yang Ming, but they were annoyed why they didn't get to know Fang Xiu earlier.
However, Yang Ming didn't seem very happy after breaking through to the fourth level. The golden light on his body slowly dissipated, and he looked at the wet cigarette case in his hand as if he had lost his soul.
"This is the last pack!"
"You kid, why don't you just smoke the cigarette after it gets wet and dried? Come on, tell me, what realm have you awakened?" Li Xiaoru asked curiously.
"Dry it in the sun? My cigarette has been soaked in corpse water. Who dares to smoke it after it is dried?" Yang Ming said angrily, but he didn't dare to get angry with Fang Xiu, so he had to secretly poke and embarrass himself like a bitter woman. looked at Fang Xiu.
"What's wrong with you drinking water from a corpse water can every day and smoking cigarettes soaked in corpse water? Come on, stop being so pretentious. What is your field?" Li Xiaoru was as curious as a kitten scratching his heart.
He has always been impatient and can't change it even after reading a few books.
Yang Ming spread his hands helplessly and sighed: "Hey, I have no domain."
"No? How is this possible? Others have realms at the fourth level, but you don't? I'm afraid you are not a fake fourth level." Li Xiaoru didn't believe it at all.
"Really, I really don't have a domain, because my fourth-level ability is..."
Speaking of this, Yang Ming changed from his previous decline, crossed his arms in an awesome manner, and said with a stern expression: "Attribute the great power of the field to myself! I am the field!"
"Let's go, it's time to get on the boat." Fang Xiu's calm voice sounded, and then he led everyone on the boat.
Yang Ming was left standing with his hands on his hips.
"Hey, hey, aren't you curious about what I mean?"
Xiao Chuxia: "Not curious."
Xiong Tianguang: "Not interested."
Luo Qingxin said nothing and walked straight past Yang Ming.
Li Xiaoru: "I hate the Riddler the most in my life. I asked you twice and you couldn't tell a good fart, so I stopped listening."
"Hey, why are you like this? Wait for me."
Finally, after paying six thousand nether coins, everyone successfully boarded the ship.
(late)
