PFC Chapter 188 The Divine Fire Cult is going to sea
Chapter 188 The Divine Fire Cult is going to sea
Yang Qing casually pulled a small wooden stool over and sat next to the uncle:
"What's wrong? The fishing ban hasn't ended yet, so why aren't you going out to sea?"
The uncle sighed, slowed down his work of mending the net, and raised his chin towards the sea:
"I can't get out! Don't you know? There are ghosts on the sea!"
Yang Qing laughed:
"Uncle, you must be kidding me. How can there be ghosts on the sea?"
The uncle glanced at Yang Qing:
"I know you outsiders won't believe me, but let me tell you! A month ago, a mountain suddenly appeared on the sea. The sight was so beautiful, sometimes far away, sometimes near!"
Yang Qing asked:
"Uncle, you are talking about a mirage, right?"
The uncle shook his head and said mysteriously:
"Young man, let me tell you, that's not a mirage!"
Yang Qing glanced at the sea:
"There's no mountain here. If it's not a mirage, what is it?"
The uncle whispered:
"At first we thought it was a mirage, so we drove the boat over to take a look. But guess what? The mountain wasn't in the sea at all, it was in the sky!"
Yang Qing asked doubtfully:
"It must be a mirage, huh?"
The uncle shook his head repeatedly:
"No, no. I'm asking you if the mirage is real?"
Yang Qing nodded, and the uncle laughed:
"But we threw things up there, and nothing fell down, so we got in!"
Yang Qing asked in surprise: "He went in?"
The uncle nodded and continued:
"We were so scared that we turned the boat around and ran! After we ran far away, we looked back and the mountain was gone!"
The uncle stopped, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it to Yang Qing. Yang Qing quickly waved his hand to indicate that he didn't know how to smoke.
The uncle looked at Yang Qing with admiration:
"Well, the boy is a good kid, it's good that he doesn't smoke!"
The uncle lit a cigarette himself and exhaled a puff of smoke:
"Since then, those mountains have appeared every five days. At first, some brave people would sail over to see them, but for some reason, the boats that went to see them later suddenly disappeared!"
"We went looking, too, but we searched the entire area and found nothing. The East China Sea Fleet's warships also helped us look, using sonar or something to scan the seabed, but they found nothing!"
Dashuo puffed on his cigarette:
"But within a few days, we discovered that the missing ship appeared in that mountain!"
Yang Qing asked:
"In the mountains?"
The uncle nodded:
"Don't disbelieve me, I have photos here! Let me show you."
The uncle took out his phone, opened the photo album, and handed a photo to Yang Qing:
"Look, isn't it?"
Yang Qing took a look and saw that, as expected, a series of mountains suddenly appeared above the sea. At the foot of the nearby mountains were several fishing boats, one of which had the words "Hai 0561" written on it.
Yang Qing looked at the photo carefully and was amazed.
The uncle threw his cigarette under his feet, stepped on it, pointed at the sea and said:
"Fifteen nautical miles from here, there is a reef. Before, there was nothing there.
But I heard from some old friends that about a month ago, there seemed to be something on that island, and people passing by heard strange noises."
Yang Qing was stunned. Tie Shou didn't seem to mention this:
"What kind of weird noise?"
The uncle frowned:
"I didn't hear it, so I can't tell! They said it sounded a bit like a cow mooing!"
Yang Qing frowned slightly:
"Why are there cows on an island?"
The uncle said:
"So I said I couldn't really say, I just heard what they said."
Suddenly, a group of people came towards the fishing village. They were wearing green short-sleeved shirts with a red flame symbol printed on their chests. Leading them was an old man with red hair and beard.
The red-haired old man walked up to the two of them and said:
"Brother, we want to go out to sea, name your price!"
The uncle glanced at them and waved his hand:
"Brother, the government won't let us go out to sea, so we can't go!"
The red-haired old man said:
"Brother, we'll pay you, and you can just send us to Tianhai Island!"
The uncle was stunned:
"What are you doing on Tianhai Island?"
The red-haired old man said:
"Hey, big brother, please help us! We really have an emergency! I'll charter your boat and give you 10,000 yuan a day, okay?"
The uncle frowned, seemed a little moved, but finally shook his head:
"The seas have been turbulent lately. Money is a good thing, but you can't earn it without spending it!
The red-haired old man stood there awkwardly, and glanced into the fishing village again:
"Or else, brother, can you help me ask if there are any villagers willing to go?"
The uncle sighed:
"Brother, it's not that we don't want to make this money. Who wouldn't want to make money? But over 40 people have died in our village this month. No one dares to go!"
At this time, a young man with fierce eyes walked out from behind the red-haired old man:
"Hey, old man! My master is speaking to you politely, but you don't know what's good for you. You have to go today, whether you want to or not! If you don't go, I'll kill you right now!"
The uncle's face darkened and he glanced at the boy:
"Haha, you want to scare me? Come on! We've been out at sea fishing and we've seen all kinds of storms. I'm afraid of not catching any fish, I'm afraid of not making any money, but I'm not afraid of dying!"
The young man's expression froze after being scolded by him. He just wanted to scare the uncle, but he didn't expect that the uncle would not buy it at all!
The red-haired old man angrily shouted:
"Ming Yan, who told you to talk to people like that? Apologize now!"
The young man named Mingyan said with a bitter face:
"sorry!"
The uncle snorted coldly:
"You're still young, but you should learn to respect others!"
The red-haired old man laughed along:
"Brother, I'm so sorry! I, your disciple, have been staying in the mountains and haven't left the house. I apologize to you!"
The uncle hummed:
"Alright, alright! You guys go, no one's going out to sea here!"
The red-haired old man sighed and left with a group of disciples.
Yang Qing looked at their backs and wondered if they were from the Divine Fire Sect?
The uncle stood up, looked at Yang Qing and said:
"Young man, I get along with you. If you don't mind, come home with me for dinner!"
Yang Qing also stood up and said:
"Why is this so embarrassing?"
The uncle glared at him with disdain:
"Why are you being so polite? Do you despise such simple food?"
Yang Qing scratched his head:
"Hey, how can that be possible!"
The two chatted and laughed as they walked into the house. As soon as they entered the house, the uncle shouted:
"Wife, hurry up and cook, we have guests today!"
A middle-aged woman in plain clothes came out from the back room, wiping her hands with an apron.
"Oh, I think you've gone mad. What kind of guests are we going to have?"
When she saw Yang Qing, the woman was stunned:
"Oh my! There really is a guest! Oh my! Excuse me, my rudeness!"
Yang Qing smiled:
"I'm sorry for disturbing you!"
The woman suddenly stared at Yang Qing's face with a slightly shocked look, as if she was lost in her memories.