Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 688: Boarding the Ship (Seeking Tickets at the Beginning of the Month!)

Two moments after Zhu Liu jumped down, Qiu Luo drove the boat to the shore.

The flood water is still as wide and deep as before, and the rain and fog have covered it with a veil. The reeds on the shore are green and tender, as if their recent luxuriance was just an illusion.

But everyone on the silent boat knew that it was not an illusion, because one of them had indeed disappeared.

The boat was not big to begin with, and the seat on the right side of the cabin was reserved for him. That agile young man was gentle and simple in his behavior, hardworking, and had a pair of clear brown eyes. He just liked to brag about his childhood, so everyone liked him.

During the two days and one night on the ship, the three young men were all scolded by their uncle, except him.

But no one expected that he would dare to jump off the boat at that time.

At that time, Daxixi and Ermao were lying stiff in the cabin. Zhao Baoqiang forced himself to light the incense, but his mind was in a mess. Even the young master's face was still pale at this time, but he dared to hold the beads and jumped down without saying a word.

Zhao Bao's legs were still weak. He stood up holding the oar pole and stared blankly at the misty lake: "Zhu Liu...can he come back?"

Qiu Luoji sat in the cabin, his head hanging down with wet hair, not saying a word.

As the young master of Yanwu, he caused a fisherman to die for him. He had lost both courage and the dignity of a hero. He was sad and ashamed at the moment. He was thinking that he should leave these people on the boat and go back alone to find the Zhu Liu brother.

But just as he was about to stand up, he heard Xiao Qi beside him say, "Don't move, wait a moment."

Qiu Luo turned his head and saw the girl sitting at the bow. She smiled at him and said, "You are already quite capable. Who wouldn't be scared when seeing something like that? It's not that you are not brave enough, but you often overthink things and don't realize them until they are right in front of you. If you want to take over Yanwu in the future, you must talk less and think more."

Having said that, there was no sign of "fear" on her face. Qiu Luo was stunned and speechless, thinking of how Zhu Liu had just jumped into the water. She stood in front of the young fisherman, without looking back or saying a word, and pushed the oar into her arms.

There was no connection or communication in that scene, but he felt an inexplicable harmony and tacit understanding. Qiu Luo couldn't figure out where this feeling came from. In fact, he had only known this girl for a month. He seemed to know a lot about her, such as when she joined the Qinglu Gang, what rank she held in the gang, what job she did, her personality, who she was friendly with, etc. But it seemed like he had never known her, because he had never seen her sad, worried or angry. She always called him "Young Master" with a smile, and she would either listen or smile during conversations.

These words touched Qiu Luo's heart. He was stunned for a long time, and felt that there was nothing wrong with him. He was too naive and reckless, and often felt proud. In fact, when he thought about it, he didn't have any outstanding qualities. It was just because everyone called him "Young Master" when they saw him...

He was staring at the rippling water in a daze. The raindrops hit the water, causing tiny ripples. But as he looked, he saw that the ripples changed shape, becoming bigger, darker, and rounder, and began to protrude outward, almost becoming solid.

Then it rose up, a dishevelled head.

Pei Ye took a deep breath, twisted his wet hair with his hands, looked up and saw Qiu Luo's stunned face, staring at each other for a while: "Young Master, do you want to come down and wash too?"

"Zhu Liu!!"

The whole boat erupted in shouts of surprise and joy. Qiu Luo and Zhao Bao almost jumped up. Only Da Xi remembered to pull him up. Everyone gathered around the young man in surprise and admiration. Xiao Qi was sitting at the bow. She did not participate, but a smile appeared on her face.

The sky had been dark all day, but at the hour of You, when dusk fell, it seemed a little clearer.

Several people rowed back to the big boat. Qiu Luo pulled the boat next to the big boat. With a slight bump, the small boat stopped, just enough to avoid the rain. They returned early, and other boats were still scarce. Qiu Qianshui hadn't returned yet. Qiu Luo pulled Master Jing to talk about today's affairs, and let them go about their business.

Several people sat side by side in the boat. The rain was cool, the mist was playful, the boat was swaying, and their whole body and mind were filled with the lightness of surviving a disaster.

"Brother Zhu, Brother Zhu, do you think that the water master's head is really as big as a two-story building...then, aren't those eyes as big as carriages and horses? It doesn't want to hurt you at all?" Qiu Luo held his wrist almost without letting go the whole way, and he kept talking excitedly. His admiration and good impression of Pei Ye soared, and he didn't even look at Xiao Qi again.

"It wanted to hurt me, but was frightened by my shout and turned to flee." Pei Ye crossed his legs and smiled. His clothes were soaked, but he couldn't expose his true energy. With Xiao Qi around, it was difficult to take them off, so he had to wring them out bit by bit. "Do you know what I shouted?"

Several people knew he was talking nonsense, but Qiu Luo was very cooperative: "What are you shouting?"

"I am Zhang Yide, let's fight to the death together!" Pei Ye put his fingers together and stretched out his hand, "Then it was scared away."

Qiu Luo laughed and clasped his fists: "So it's the reputation of Xinting Hou."

As the saying goes, adversity reveals true friendship. The people on the boat were much closer. Zhao Bao came over from the side and asked blankly, "Who is Zhang Yide?"

Pei Ye said solemnly: "Zhao Bao, even though we are fishermen, we still need to read more history books on weekdays."

Zhao Bao touched his head in shame, and felt that there was a huge gap between him and this Zhu Liu brother - how could there be such a man who is both civil and military?
Xiao Qi was leaning on the oar and laughing. Pei Ye looked over at her and said, "What are you laughing at? I bravely went into the water to divert the water master and saved your life. Why didn't you thank me along the way?"

Xiao Qi opened his eyes slightly and looked at him: "What do you want to thank me for?"

Pei Ye was well prepared and said, "Let's talk privately later."

Xiao Qi smiled and looked at him: "Hey, is this how you date girls now? No wonder you annoyed them and got trapped in love."

"..." Pei Yeyue was certain that she was a chess piece planted by the Immortal Platform. She did not respond, stretched her legs and feet, and looked up at the boat. It had been half an hour since they handed over the message, and there was no response yet.

"Hey, are you guys... still going to sail tomorrow?" Zhao Bao suddenly poked his head out and said, "I, I don't want to do this job anymore, and I don't want the money either, okay... Don't laugh at me for being timid."

"Of course not! What else can we do when we have already met the Water Lord? Is our boat really that important?" Qiu Luo said loudly, "I won't do it either, but I will still pay you - no, ten times the salary! These are life-threatening jobs, and my legs are still weak!"

Everyone on the boat laughed, but a few young men quickly waved their hands and said, "Ten times is not acceptable. That's too... too much."

With such a fortuitous encounter and surviving a disaster, the few people actually felt that the trip was worthwhile. When they went back and talked about it, they would definitely become the celebrities of the whole village. As for the silver... it was not that they really did not want it, but ten taels was indeed too much to make them panic.

Qiu Luo smiled and said, "It'll be ten taels, ten taels for each person! And everyone get on board tonight. I'll treat you all to good wine. Don't leave until you're drunk—"

He turned around and his throat suddenly choked. The whole boat fell silent.

The owner of Yanwu came back. He came down from the big ship and stood at the bow of their ship without causing even a sway. The water tycoon had a pale face, his hair and clothes were wet, and he looked at them expressionlessly, as if he was extremely tired.

"You are the last ship to encounter the Water Lord." Qiu Qianshui said hoarsely, "Are all the people here?" "...Yes, yes, Dad." Qiu Luo stood up hesitantly, "What's the matter——"

"Lock them all up." Qiu Qianshui looked at him and said in a low voice, "I told you to follow Xiao Jing's boat... why do you always run around on your own?"

Qiu Luo suddenly felt cold all over. He had never heard such a sad tone from his father, but it was covered by heavy fatigue. He choked and stretched out his hand to say something, but Qiu Qianshui jumped up and returned to the boat in his wet clothes.

A dozen men with swords surrounded them. Their forearms were as strong as if they were made of iron. Everyone on the boat was bare-handed and wearing only thin clothes. Especially at this moment, they could feel the horror and heaviness of the iron blades at their waists.

Zhao Bao stood up with a pale face, a knife was pressed against his throat. The man twisted his arms behind his back, pressed him against the outer wall of the ship, and strangled his wrists with a hemp rope.

Zhao Bao screamed in pain, and Qiu Luo seemed to be awakened all of a sudden, shouting angrily: "What are you doing?! Stop!"

These people were clearly Yanwu's subordinates, but they didn't seem to recognize the young master at all. Three people strangled him, and in the face of truly ruthless skills, every resistance of Qiu Luo was easily destroyed. Several people took off his right shoulder and put an iron shackle on him instead of a hemp rope.

The same happened to the rest of the people. Uncle San, who had some cultivation, was put in an iron shackle. Zhu Liu and Xiao Qi, whose dantian meridians were not opened, had their hands tied behind their backs with tight hemp ropes.

The relaxed atmosphere was destroyed in an instant. Qiu Luo kept yelling angrily, and several young fishermen were terrified and confused, but no matter how they reacted, they got no feedback. They were forced onto the big ship, then down the deck, and into a large and empty cell at the deepest part of the iron wall.

The iron door slammed shut with a bang, and then there was the heavy sound of locking, and the footsteps disappeared.

It was dark and silent inside the iron gate, no one spoke. The ups and downs of life and death in just one day, the repeated sudden changes seemed to have penetrated people's feelings.

After a long while, a distorted sob sounded from the corner. It was not known whether it was from Zhao Bao or Ermao, but the sobbing was hoarse and intermittent: "Should we...should we not light the fire..."

He was talking about lighting incense on the boat. No one answered. After a long while, Uncle San whispered, "If we hadn't lit it, we would have died long ago. Don't cry."

But he couldn't stop crying. Qiu Luo leaned against the iron gate. He had just struggled the most violently, and with his hair disheveled, he leaned against the iron gate. After a long while, he said in a dull and hoarse voice, "I know..."

His throat seemed to be choked and he could not utter a single sound. His mouth was strangled by fear and he finally uttered a sound after a long while: "It's 'he' who is on this ship."

No one asked further, but he could no longer control his voice: "Yes... yes, he is in charge of this ship, so Yanwu has become like this... cold-blooded, kidnapping, killing... just like eating and drinking water. Daddy... Daddy has also become a puppet... only knows how to follow orders..."

Zhao Bao didn't understand, but he caught the last sentence and thought he heard a dream: "Yanwu... Isn't Qiuwu Master a master? He is the only master on Laoshui River. How can he... just follow orders? Whose orders do he follow?"

But Qiu Luo did not answer him. He just shook his head gently, leaned his head against the iron gate and murmured: "He wants...what does he want to do...why did he lock us up..."

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door, and a man came down holding a candle. When he got closer, he was recognized as the Master of Jing Hall, with a sword on his waist and paper and pen in his hand.

"I'm here to ask the owner about the whole matter. Please answer truthfully. If you cover up something, you will pay with your life." Master Jing said indifferently, "The person I ask must answer, and the rest of you must not make any move."

"Qiu Luo, when did you meet the Water Lord?"

"... Chen time, about half past Chen time."

"When encountering, in what direction does the water master move?"

"No, I don't know."

"What's the orientation of the scales?"

"...North, it goes north."

"Going north?"

"Ah."

"But we didn't encounter it in the north... Young Master." Master Jing looked at him and said softly, "That's the problem. We lost the Water Master."

Qiu Luo was horrified and opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"All the boats that encountered the Water Lord have disappeared, a total of 47 boats... 295 brothers on board, none of them have returned." Master Jing whispered, "I'm going to report... The envoy will summon you in a moment or two."

Qiu Luo was stunned. At that moment, he suddenly understood the fatigue and desolation on his father's face. For a moment, it seemed that even his fear was gone. He was immersed in the huge number of two hundred and ninety-five.

It turned out that the water master had left, and the two ships and other ships did not escape danger like them.

Does that mean they are still guilty even though they got out alive?
Then he thought even more coldly - so the lives of those who sailed out on the boat were worthless? They were only used to indicate the movements of the water master? !
At this moment, anger completely overwhelmed fear, and he slammed his head against the iron door, and the sound echoed in the prison.

There was a friction sound in the cell. Pei Ye moved over and whispered to comfort him: "Disappearing does not necessarily mean death. Don't be too anxious."

"You...you don't understand, Brother Zhu, you don't understand their style..." Qiu Luo said painfully, "If the job is not done well, 'he' will definitely continue to invest at all costs. He will use the lives of his brothers in the gang to track down the water master."

He thought of the life-saving grace of the people beside him: "Brother Zhu, don't worry, you guys are innocent people, I... I will definitely try my best to let you go - you, you all remember, I was the one holding the pearl and diving this afternoon, it has nothing to do with Brother Zhu."

Pei Ye looked at him, gently squeezed his shoulder, and whispered: "Do you remember who I am?"

Qiu Luo was at a loss: "Brother Zhu, what did you say?"

Pei Ye whispered, "You've forgotten what I just said - I'm Zhang Yide from Yan."

(End of this chapter)