Almost all typhoons and hurricanes form from the oceans, carrying with them enormous clouds and wind systems that sweep away anything that can try to stop them. If you want to control the sea, you must first learn to understand the sea, respect the sea, and the power of man is absolutely small in front of nature!

At a glance, the day was going to change greatly, and Lao Pi was also anxious, and he couldn't open his eyes and wanted to go ashore as soon as possible. But they were not familiar with this sea at all, and the sky was dark, and after two or three waves went back and forth, the small sampan suddenly lost control, and the sky that had been suppressed for a long time finally burst out with a violent roar, and a lightning bolt tore through the night and illuminated everyone's faces. The rain came as soon as it was said, mixed with a howling wind, and smashed down like bullets on the head and face, and the oars could not compete with such a force, and in an instant they lost control of the sampan.

At this moment, the poet's heart is probably only the ancient poem of "the mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, and the black clouds are crushing the city and the city is about to be destroyed", at this time his hands can no longer be freed, so he can only desperately grasp the edge of the sampan and try to use his legs to kick the bulkhead in front of him to stabilize his body. This is the survival skill that Lao Xing taught when they first came, in this kind of weather, don't try to resist, waiting for fate is the best ending.

A wave lifted the small sampan high, and with that centrifugal force, people's hearts suddenly rose to their throats, but they couldn't do anything, and the next second they flew down like a fly and watched the sea water "roar" into the cabin and pour it on the head, no matter whether you were shouting or silent, it would not have the slightest pity......

The moment the small sampan crashed into the reef, Wang Ling knew that it was over, and he was at the stern of the boat and straightened his back to make the impact, the tiger's mouth was shocked and cracked, and then the body that could not be stabilized also smashed into the rock, he tried to maintain a good balance and resisted the blow with his shoulder, otherwise if his head went up, it was estimated that he would have gone to see Marx at that time. Fortunately, the sampan still played a certain cushion, and the stern was instantly knocked out of a big hole, and Wang Ling, who lost his balance, was also thrown out, and the instinct to survive made one of his hands firmly clasp the side of the sampan, and the elbow also rubbed violently against the side of the ship, and it was a skin trauma that hurt into the bone marrow but was numb at that time.

Not only the royal tomb, the poet also planted it together, and after being poured two mouthfuls of water, he finally struggled to expose his head and wanted to call for help, at this time the waves were hitting back, and the sea water retreated all of a sudden, which also made the poet see the royal tomb. When this person falls into the water, he will grab everything he can grasp, and he will hold Wang Ling's neck at once. This royal tomb itself is not much better, it is not easy to stabilize a little and lose his balance again after being so buttoned by the poet.

In this way, in order to protect himself, Wang Ling must have clung to the side of the ship, and the two people in the sea pressed hard towards one side of the side of the ship, and the balance of the ship was all due to the dispersion of the force bearing. As soon as he pulled like this, the little sampan immediately tilted to one side, and before the old leather could reach out at this situation, a wave came from the periphery. This guy is okay, that's really worse, it's equivalent to someone pulling on one side and pushing on the other, and the two forces are combined and can't bear it anymore no matter what.

With a "bang", the little sampan fell in response, and the poor Li Xin and Lao Pi watched them slip into the water like this, and suddenly the four of them were in a mess!

If you usually fall into the water, a few people can barely cope with getting up, but at this time it's out of proportion, you grab me and pull each other, the most important thing is that the waves are too big at the moment, you finally rush out a little, and suddenly shoot it back, and after a few strokes, they all began to choke on the water. Suddenly, a huge wave surged over, that guy had to be three or four meters high, and he struck again with a white splash of water on his head and face, and this person was no different from a rag floating in the water, and he was pushed out far and wide at once......

When Wang Ling woke up, he only felt that his throat and eyes were about to be astringent, and after a cough, he found that he was still alive, not only did he live, but he also touched the land with his hands! This guy is so neat, that is, he can't see anything in the darkness around him, he can only scream like a blind man, not far from him, his hand touched a soft thing, and then a woman's cough came from the palm of his hand and vibrate, Wang Lingna was embarrassed, and immediately understood what he had caught......

"Jingjing ......" he groped for that face while calling out his name, but there was another voice over there: "Hey, what the hell is this fourth brother who is heavy and light friends," mixed with a few tired laughs followed by Lao Pi's cough, the three of them began to slowly move closer to each other's voices, and when the hands of the three people were clasped together again, it felt so good to be reborn after the catastrophe.

"What about the poet?" Wang Ling said: "Did you meet him just now?" ”

"No," the old skin looked around, it seemed to be too dark, a little suffocating, it was not the kind of darkness in the night, but completely out of sight, the movement of the sea water in his ears was also very small, only a subtle "whoosh" sound, just like the feeling of lying on the beach when there was no wind or waves on weekdays. "What the hell is this, why did the wind stop?"

"Where's your lamp?" "I lost it early!"

"Could this be the underworld?" Li Xin was a little scared, there were too many things happening tonight, and she couldn't help but think of that face again in this dark environment......

Lao Pi gently pulled her hair, and Li Xin screamed in pain: "Who did it!" ”

"Look at the pain, the pain is to live," Lao Pi said: "This place is not like the coast, the time before and after we rushed up is only a few minutes, this is really fucking a little crazy!" ”

I obviously fell into the sea, but how did I get to such a place? Just when the three of them were confused, suddenly there was a "snap" behind them, and a few people turned their heads and saw a green light coming out of a place more than ten meters away!

The light came so suddenly that they were reminded of something from folklore: ghost lanterns! The old skin, who has always been bold, was also frightened at this time, because a black elongated figure could be faintly seen near the light! Is it really as Li Xin said, they are dead, this is the little ghost in the Yin Si who came to pick them up on Huangquan Road?

Lao Pi still carried the five and a half handfuls on his body, and at this moment he held the atmosphere tightly and didn't dare to breathe, Wang Ling also touched a stone in the dark, and the ghost knew what that miserable little green light was.

"Wait a minute, as long as he shows his head, Lao Tzu will shoot it with one shot!" He whispered again: "Could it be that kind of big bat, this place is inexplicably ghostly." ”

"I feel like a person," Wang Ling said as he looked at the black, somewhat blurry but recognizable silhouette, "Could it be that Li Mubai is deliberately scaring us over there?" ”

"Just him, has that guts?" Lao Pi said: "If it is really him, Lao Tzu will skin him alive!" ”

At this moment, a scream came, "Ahh This matter is really called Wang Ling's words, who is that guy called Li Mubai? The three of them immediately rushed towards the place of the small green light, and when they came to the front and looked at it, they were completely dumbfounded, and there was a person next to the poet who looked at them with blood all over his hands and looked at them without saying a word, Li Xin covered his face and broke the silence again, "Ah...... There are ghosts! ”

It is said that the poet fell into the water and then pulled down the royal tomb, and soon after falling into the water, he was hit by a wave and hit a reef heavily, and immediately fainted, and when he woke up, he found that there was an extra person next to him who was holding a needle and thread in front of him, who was this person? The poet's reaction is similar to Li Xin's, could it be that hell? This is clearly the plague god Zheng Jiuwu who jumped off the cliff that day! Then, the cries of pain and fear attracted the trio, and by the time they arrived, the plague god was tending to the poet's wounds.

"You?" Lao Pi was a little speechless in surprise, only to see the plague god half-crouched on the ground unscathed, and beside him there was a small broken bowl containing a dirty black liquid, and a wick was burning and glowing a miserable green. The plague god was a little skillful, put the needle on the fire and roasted it, and then pressed Li Mubai's forehead, without the slightest pity, and stabbed it hard when he saw the crack in his scalp, so painful that the poet screamed again, and his hands and feet were twitching.

"Lao Pi helped hold it down!" Seeing this, Wang Ling went up and pinched out his two legs, and Lao Pi reacted at this time, and the three of them pressed the poor Li Mubai firmly as if they were killing pigs, and he was forced to be stitched up by Zheng Jiuwu with a needle and thread in such a miserable scream, and the wound that looked a little scary.

"In ancient times, it was related to feather scraping bones to heal wounds, and now there are white silver needles for suturing." After finishing the incident, Li Mubai sat on the ground with red eyes and muttered: "Count the romantic characters, and look at the ...... of today" Before the words fell, the plague god wiped a handful of unknown black things on the top of his head, and then he could only be described as dying and living in pain......

"What's going on?" Lao Pi's eyes widened, and Zheng Jiuwu shrugged his shoulders a little disapprerovingly: "Disinfection, in order to prevent inflammation." He pointed to an old blackened kettle in front of him and said, "Scrape the bottom from underneath that ......."

The poet hummed in pain and slowly fell asleep, Zheng Jiuwu said that his head was hit and needed to rest, and after finishing this stubble, a few people had the time to slowly sit down and talk about something else. The reason why this Wang Ling insisted on coming here was to find Zheng Jiuwu, and now that Zheng Jiuwu is still alive, isn't it possible to clear them of the "crime", although this trip is a risk, but no one expected the ending to be so smooth and dramatic.