Chapter 103: Tail Ship 21
The sound of glass shattering came with a tremor, not loud but with a tremendous force. After the scream died down, the room fell strangely silent.
The boat owner breathed a sigh of relief, "…Pull it down."
"Hurry up, pull it down!"
Someone came in skillfully, took a sack and put the person in. The staff at the door lowered his head in fear, and pairs of boots walked over. He couldn't help but look up and saw a limp hand slipping out of the sack.
He opened his eyes wide in horror, then quickly lowered his head, not daring to look anymore.
The door closed again.
"I'm so sorry, sorry, sir! We checked when we came here, and they were all women... Why is there a man... I wonder if there is some misunderstanding?"
The boat owner said coldly, "I have eyes, I can tell the difference between men and women. I don't need to tell you what that thing is between his legs."
"We...we really don't know." He tried hard to recall.
The sight of memory turned into that of the pigeons of the past, with red eyes sweeping across the deck of the fishing boat, sliding across their breasts and bodies with wetness, "Yes... they are indeed all women."
"The cabin." The ghost next to him reminded: "Have you seen it?"
"oh……"
Yes, someone later came to report that there was a kid in the cabin, about the same age as the impostor today. But... he clearly ordered him to be executed.
"How about you take a look at the others?"
The boat owner waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Today is really a bummer. Just think of it as the Lord of Chengdu appearing and urging me to do some serious work."
"Do you have an idea of the plan I mentioned to you last time?"
plan?
In the wine cabinet, Jiang Yuelu and Drake looked at each other.
The ship owner sighed, "Good times always come to an end, everyone. When the Lord comes back, if we still don't fulfill our promise... then our fate will not be much better than the guy just dragged out. I mean, the Lord will not show mercy like I do. Do you understand?"
"Maybe... no? I mean, maybe he will show some leniency..."
The owner's eyes became sharp. "Oh, Joe. What gave you such a stupid idea?"
"Because... our lord is different from those in other places, isn't he? He doesn't like war and killing, and his territory is quite tasteful, a magnificent ship standing in the sky. The orders he sent didn't even sound like orders, but were very friendly and elegant... I mean, maybe he doesn't like being a death god who takes lives."
"How much do you know about him, Joe?" The captain looked at him sympathetically. "Do you expect a devil who grew up in fighting to sit down and have a good talk with you?"
"I……"
"Maybe we have different styles of doing things, but don't forget what kind of people I, you, and him are. If you show me how many evil plans you have in your mind, that Lord Duzhu must be able to double them. He is much more disgusting than you."
"Oh, in case you forget what it's like to be a ghost. Disgusting and everything are good words for me." He said sarcastically and the audience fell silent.
In the wine cabinet.
Jiang Yuelu asked: "Have you seen the Lord?"
Drake was startled and lowered his voice and said, "What crazy things are you talking about? Can I meet the Lord?"
Jiang Yuelu: "That's very troublesome. This city master is obviously in the same group with them, but the rebels don't even know whether it is a man or a woman."
"I'm glad you're starting to think about us." Drake was relieved and happy. He put his arm around his shoulders awkwardly. "Maybe you can go back and ask Dad. He should have seen it."
Jiang Yuelu nodded.
Before that, he wanted to collect the ship owner's impressions and then create a virtual portrait.
First of all, he seems to be a ghost who hates to be conquered, which is consistent with the information provided by Tong Mian - "The four ghosts are divided into 'joy, anger, sorrow and happiness' according to their respective behaviors and personalities", but it is not known whether it corresponds to "joy" or "happiness".
Furthermore, he would kill people with a smile, the so-called "Laughing Grim Reaper".
Finally, to a certain extent, the spirit of this lord is connected to the sternboat. To use an immature analogy, if a child is given a blank home, he will eventually build a pastoral fairy tale style or a Gothic castle style, depending on the child's personal preferences. He can also see the lord's preference from the sternboat that has now taken shape.
He retained Will's Chinese and Western designs, indicating that he approved of them and did not dislike them too much.
He brought a scale to measure people's happiness and pain, and outlined a city system that used happiness instead of currency as the settlement method.
These two things seem to point to one thing, that this city lord attaches great importance to the happiness of these dead souls, and he watches their ups and downs with great interest.
He is very obsessed with happiness.
This also fits the two ghosts of "joy" and "happiness". But I don't know which one it is.
"Hey, Yan, hey hey hey! Oh my God! Listen to what they are saying!"
Drake suddenly became excited. "The agreement - they are discussing the agreement! I have waited so long, and finally they are discussing this issue. You are luckier than Gurian, and you are the lucky star that Jin said!"
Jiang Yuelu was stunned: "Okay, I'm honored."
"But what is it?"
Drake raised his finger and said mysteriously, "A promise. A promise between them and the Lord. Now we finally know what it is!"
The room on the other side.
There was a long silence, and it was obvious that this question stumped everyone.
The ship owner said angrily: "Where is your cleverness at the card table? When it comes to how to exploit, you can think of a hundred ways. But when we really need your advice, you just shut up and say nothing!"
"Can we really not keep our promise——"
The ship owner stood up and roared: "-Let this ship fly again?!"
Someone whispered, "Maybe we should end this."
"What?"
"This is an impossible task, isn't it?" The other party couldn't help but said, "Only that shipbuilding family knows how to fly a flying ship, but Will is dead..."
The ship owner said coldly: "Are you saying that I am not qualified to be the heir of the family?"
"No, no, no, no! How could that be, sir... I didn't mean that." He looked at his friend next to him for help, and the other party spoke for him, "This matter is ultimately Will's fault. What does it have to do with you? He only passed the art of shipbuilding to his daughter and refused to teach it even to his son. He was too stingy, so he ended up with nothing left."
The ship owner snorted coldly and reluctantly accepted his statement.
"My brother... is crazy and hateful. In front of father, he always behaves like a good scholar. No matter what kind of wood he sees, he will scream as if it is a rare treasure. How ignorant he is. It's a pity that father is always deceived by him and thinks he is the most promising person in the family..."
Jiang Yuelu thought to herself, but he did carry forward the family's skills, didn't he?
"Later, he was like a piece of shit luck and he kept building ships. Even the sea area of Ghost City became famous for his reputation. In my opinion, this is all fucking hell."
"That's my father's craft, a skill passed down from generation to generation! Whoever gets it will be able to carry it forward. He just loves to show off in front of his father, so he got a huge bargain." He himself didn't even realize that his tone was filled with jealous bitterness, "I am the best child, but I rarely show off in front of them..."
"Later, the ships on the ground could no longer limit his steps, and all the builders were left far behind... He already had the ability to roam all the seas, but he was still not satisfied. After arriving in the ghost den, the monsters and demons not only did not scare him, but instead made him see another possibility."
The veins in the captain’s neck bulged, his eyes popped out strangely, and his voice pierced the entire room.
"It turns out that people don't disappear after they die--!!!"
His eyes were wide open and he went mad.
"Since the afterlife can coexist quietly, why can't his oars point to the sky?"
"Crazy ideas took over his mind, and from that day on, he sold his soul to the angels and God. Haha... my pathetic brother, he was such a weak man, but he was ruthless like a hero in this matter! His wife and son were all abandoned by him. On the day of his final launch, no one celebrated and cheered for him... He was deserted by everyone and had nothing left."
"That's why he died." The ship owner's voice was extremely cold.
"The God of Luck was unable to support him to the end. His cunning tricks could deceive his father, but they could not deceive the knowledgeable ghosts and gods. They confiscated all of Will's belongings bit by bit. Property, family, ship, life, soul..." He said quietly: "Even his only dream, the tail ship, died and sank to the bottom of the sea."
It sounded... similar to the story Dad had told him.
The ship owner sighed, "You all know what happened next. The Lord of the Capital came and was very interested in this ship, so he took it as his own territory."
"Logically speaking, he can make the big ship float, so he doesn't need a small character like me. The reason why he found me is because I am the only remaining candidate in that family."
"Because he has a wish that coincides with Will's."
"He wants to make the sternboat move in the air again. Like a flying bird." The boat owner said bitterly, "I dare say he has no other ideas, just want to have some fun. But such a willful behavior has brought me so much trouble. I have been troubled by this for decades... Tell me, is there any other solution?"
The remaining ghosts looked at each other in bewilderment. They knew how to roll a full dice, but they didn't know how to launch a boat into the air, humming and smoking in the sky.
The boat owner covered his face, "Forget it...I should go find a maintenance worker instead of sitting here and wasting time with you bosses."
His mocking words hurt the ghosts, but they did not do so out of shame. Instead, they realized a truth - if they did not find a solution, their happy days would really be over.
"Aren't we trying for that, my Lord?"
"What did you say? What attempt?"
"I mean, the [Searching for Tears] competition is going to be held soon." The other party said: "You once said that this is the only way to keep the big ship alive."
The ship owner said sadly, "Yes, I was sure of it."
"Because this answer was left by the Lord."
That day, they stood on the boat together.
Compared to him who was excited and nervous, the young man beside him in golden clothes was calm and at ease, enjoying the unfamiliar high-altitude air. Having seen the ghosts in the sea grovel to him, and his ability to lift a huge ship into the air with his own hands, he did not dare to raise his head and stare at the other person.
I just feel that he is different from the evil ghost in the rumors.
They lived in a damp, mossy underground cave, never seeing the sun. But the one standing next to him was covered in gold.
Is this his true form?
A teenager?
At this time, the Lord spoke his first words to him, his words and tone were as gentle as his words, "Qiong, I need you to do something."
He hurriedly said, "As long as it is your order, I will do it even if I die."
"Very good." His smiling voice was like a flower swaying in the wind, "Then I need you to die immediately."
"...Ah?" He was extremely shocked. "What did you say?"
The figure of the young man in golden clothes disappeared, and the next moment, he appeared on the tall sail. He was admiring, admiring the vast rolling dead water, admiring his great deeds.
His sigh was as far-reaching as his gaze, "How beautiful."
A crescent moon hung high above the ship, and they were the ones closest to the sky.
"It's nice to have a boat like this as a place for me to entertain guests, isn't it? It will expand, grow, and there will be more and more laughter." On this gloomy sea with ghosts howling, only this place is filled with sweetness. It will become a happy place for all ghosts to rush to, he is sure.
"It will eventually grow into the way I like it. But there is one thing I am not sure of."
He's like a modest gentleman! Joan was secretly shocked.
"What is it, my Lord?"
The boy said calmly: "It can't fly, June."
"ah……"
"So I found you, and you will be the master of the ship here. In the days to come, I want you to find a way to make the ship alive before I come back." He said very sweetly, "I will entertain my dear brother and my other friends here. You will not refuse such a reasonable request of mine, right?"
Joan was terrified, and he had to bite the bullet and explain: "To be honest... my father didn't teach me many methods. I'm afraid only Will can make this boat fly..."
"Isn't this the time to prove yourself?"
"But……"
The young man laughed softly. "Don't be afraid. Do you think I won't give you any help? Here, this is the blueprint that Will was holding in his arms when he died. I think you can find a way from it. You are the smartest."
A paper package was handed to him, and when he unfolded it, a fragment of drawings were revealed. He immediately recognized it as the picture book his brother had been recording since he was a child.
Is this all that’s left… What kind of cruel disaster scene did he die in?
After a little strange discomfort, ecstasy surged and filled his body.
He finally got it!
Ever since his father decided to teach Will, he began to admire this notebook. It records his father's lifelong learning, and Will gradually optimized it in continuous practice. It can be said that this is the crystallization of their family's wisdom and a treasure that will be passed down forever.
Will always treasured it, and not only him, but even his beloved wife might not be allowed to touch or read it.
And now, this precious notebook is in his hands!
Even though it was incomplete... it didn't affect his excitement at the moment. He immediately flipped through the remaining contents and finally found the record of the stern ship among the fragments. Seeing Will's familiar handwriting, he couldn't help but fall silent.
"Two tears."
The sweet voice rang in his ear, and he used all his strength to not scream and throw the thing in his hand away. The boy came behind him out of nowhere, slowly withdrew his gaze, and told the contents of the note, "Will said that to make this ship fly again, two tears are needed."
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