The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure dressed in a straw raincoat and wearing a bamboo hat slowly rowing towards them.
"This is the ferryman; we'll be leaving this place in a bit on his boat," Fang Xiu explained.
No one asked him how he knew, and no one questioned his words.
"Oh, so he's a boatman. He's quite thoughtful, knowing to pick people up."
With Fang Xiu's words, everyone was no longer nervous, even though the eerie and cold atmosphere grew stronger as the ferryman approached.
"There's one more thing we need to do before boarding, Yang Ming," Fang Xiu suddenly said.
Yang Ming, who was called out, was taken aback: "What's up, Brother Xiu?"
Fang Xiu pointed to the deep, terrifying lake: "Jump in."
Yang Ming was instantly horrified: "Jump...jump down!? Brother Xiu, you're not kidding, are you?"
"I never joke."
"Brother, my dear brother, if I have offended you in any way, I... ouch!"
Before Yang Ming could finish speaking, Fang Xiu kicked him down.
Fang Xiu didn't know how long the ferryman would wait there, so he couldn't waste any time. If the ferryman left, he would have to start all over again.
Yang Ming felt an icy chill the moment he fell into the lake, followed by the suppression of his spiritual energy, as if he had become an ordinary person.
"Help!" Yang Ming screamed, but no one came to his aid.
Although no one knew why Fang Xiu did this, since he did it, there must be a reason.
Questioning a prophet is undoubtedly a foolish thing to do.
"Your opportunity lies in the lake; seize it," Fang Xiu's calm voice rang out.
Yang Ming seemed not to listen, frantically searching his body and finally pulling out a pack of damp cigarettes.
"Quick, hold this for me, and don't lose it!"
As he spoke, he abruptly threw the cigarette onto the shore.
Then, a horrifying scene unfolded.
In the dark, calm lake, one after another pale corpses appeared. The number of corpses increased, and they connected in a dense mass.
"Holy crap!" Yang Ming's trypophobia kicked in at the sight, his scalp tingled instantly, and he instinctively tried to swim to the shore.
Unexpectedly, Fang Xiu picked up the cigarette box and threw it towards the area with the most corpses.
"No!!"
Yang Ming let out a heart-wrenching scream, and finally resolutely turned back and swam towards the corpse.
Soon, Yang Ming sank to the bottom, and gurgling bubbles kept rising to the surface of the water.
Everyone looked worried. Although they knew Fang Xiu would never harm Yang Ming, the eerie aura emanating from the lake and the terrifying scene before them still made them uneasy.
"Brother Xiu, will he be alright?" Li Xiaoru asked worriedly.
"Not only will he be fine, he will also break through to the fourth rank."
"What!?"
Everyone was immediately shocked.
Li Xiaoru, in particular, was eager to try: "Brother Xiu, how about I go for a swim too?"
Fang Xiu glanced at him indifferently: "If he goes down, he will break through to the fourth level, while if you go down, you will only have your limbs torn off and then be dismembered."
Li Xiaoru instantly felt a sharp pain in his testicles, his face turned pale, and he quickly retreated several steps, keeping a safe distance from the lake.
A moment later, a strong spiritual fluctuation emanated from the lake of corpses.
boom!
The calm lake surface suddenly exploded, and a figure radiating golden light flew out from it, finally landing steadily on the shore.
It was Yang Ming.
The powerful aura emanating from him was clearly that of a fourth-tier cultivator!
Upon seeing this, Fang Xiu's eyes flickered slightly.
He felt as if fate was pulling him along.
Yang Ming was perfectly suited to the Corpse Lake, as if his magical artifacts were prepared specifically for it. The Corpse-Suppressing Pearl dealt with the corpses in the lake, and the Corpse Water Jar dealt with the lake water. If it was a coincidence, it was too much of a coincidence.
Perhaps this is actually a trial ground prepared by fate for Yang Ming?
With his destiny, Yang Ming will rise to prominence sooner or later and come into the headquarters' sights. At that time, he will naturally come to the headquarters to participate in training. On the way to the headquarters, he will take the high-speed rail, encounter the strange train, and arrive at the burial ground.
Looking back now, I realize that the reason I was able to encounter the Ghost Train was most likely because of Yang Ming.
Perhaps, when the entire team was wiped out at the fourth station graveyard, Yang Ming, who was buried under the grave soil, was not actually dead. If he hadn't died and rewound, Yang Ming might have already entered the burial ground.
The power of destiny is indeed miraculous. No wonder Zhou Qingfeng, the destiny of the previous era, was able to end the strangeness of an era.
When others are destined to die, it's all fate and opportunity. But who can you reason with this unreasonable speed of becoming stronger?
"Yang Ming, you really broke through to the fourth level?" Li Xiaoru asked in shock.
Everyone was also very shocked, their eyes constantly shifting between Fang Xiu and Yang Ming.
Back then, the team captains went through countless life-or-death experiences to break through to the fourth level, but Yang Ming, on the other hand, broke through after just jumping into the lake and taking a bath.
They didn't envy Yang Ming; instead, they regretted not having met Fang Xiu sooner.
However, Yang Ming, who had broken through to the fourth level, did not seem very happy. The golden light on his body slowly dissipated, and he stared blankly at the wet cigarette box in his hand.
"This is the last pack!"
"Hey kid, why don't you just dry the cigarette after it gets wet before smoking it? Come on, tell me, what domain have you awakened?" Li Xiaoru asked curiously.
"Dry it? My cigarettes have been soaked in corpse water. Who would dare to smoke them after they've been dried?" Yang Ming said irritably, but he didn't dare to get angry at Fang Xiu. He could only look at Fang Xiu with a resentful expression, like a woman in her boudoir who was deeply resentful.
"So what if you drink water from a jar soaked in corpse water every day and smoke cigarettes that have been soaked in it? Come on, stop being so mysterious, what field are you in?" Li Xiaoru's curiosity was like a kitten scratching at his heart.
He's always been an impatient person, and even after reading several books, he hasn't changed.
Yang Ming helplessly shrugged and sighed, "Sigh, I don't have a domain."
"No? How is that possible? Everyone else at the fourth rank has a domain, but you don't? You're probably not a fake fourth rank." Li Xiaoru simply didn't believe it.
"Really, I don't have a domain, because my fourth-tier ability is..."
At this point, Yang Ming, having completely changed his previous dejected demeanor, stood with his hands on his hips, beaming with pride, and declared, "I attribute the power of the domain to myself! I am the domain!"
"Let's go, it's time to board the ship." Fang Xiu's calm voice rang out, and then he led everyone onto the ship.
Yang Ming was left standing there with his hands on his hips.
"Hey, aren't you guys curious about what I mean by that?"
Xiao Chuxia: "Not curious."
Xiong Tianguang: "Not interested."
Luo Qingxin didn't say anything and walked straight past Yang Ming.
Li Xiaoru: "I hate riddle people the most in my life. I've asked you twice, and you still can't come up with a good answer. I'm not listening anymore."
"Hey, what's wrong with you guys? Wait for me."
Finally, after paying six thousand ghost coins, everyone successfully boarded the ship.
(late)
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