Chapter 107: Primitive methods

“Exterminate” is a good adjective. Our greatest refuge on the water is the Penglai, which carries us forward, provides us with a place to move, and even in critical times, can take us away. It gives us a sense of security that we can rely on mentally, but this existence in the deep pool is obviously forcing us to abandon the Penglai.

This is a method of annihilation, leaving us with no way out, but we still have to move forward.

At the entrance to the deep pool, there is still a cliff on one side, and the low mountain range stretches to the end here. If we want to walk into the deep pool, we can only walk along the end of the low mountain range. To enter the deep pool, we can only enter the deep pool by getting into the water.

Before setting off, I subconsciously communicated with the ‘spirit-summoning flag’ standing on the deck, sensing the countless purple rays in the lake and the existence of a dazzling purple light.

The purple light moving around naturally represents the majority of the ferocious fish gathering here, and the dazzling purple light is naturally our target.

Get in the water? The phrase “kill them all” once again came to mind.

I was bitter, but Uncle Johnny was calm, as if he had already anticipated this.

Fortunately, as long as we didn’t move forward, but only moved sideways, Singh was not affected by that kind of influence from the soul, and successfully docked the Penglai on the shore.

We silently packed up and got off the boat. Uncle Johnny was the first to get off the boat. Singh stood next to him and wanted to say something, but didn’t dare to say it. When I got off the boat and passed Singh, he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me aside.

I didn’t resist, but followed Singh to the side. Turning to look at him, I saw his eyes were red. He whispered to me, “You must not fail. More importantly, protect the master. He is actually very good, like my second father. I am also a Dalit, the lowest caste outside the caste system. I don’t even deserve a name. The upper class is ashamed to be near our race, thinking that we are unclean people, and we ourselves think so too.”

As he spoke, Singh began to cry. He wiped his tears and continued, “But the master has never looked down on our family. He treats us like family, especially me. I was raised by the master since I was a child. Believe me, it’s not for his own gain. In fact, except for this voyage, he has never asked me to do anything. But he has given me so much. He even used his own ability to give me a good identity, allowing me to become a person with social status as a Dalit. Chengyi, I know the master. He has never cared much about life. I am used to it, but this time is different. I feel a sense of oppression in him. I feel that after he explodes, he will really leave me. Chengyi, I have no choice. I am helpless. Please protect him.

Looking at Singh, who was suddenly moved to tears at this time, I was speechless. If I could, I would definitely do everything in my power to protect Johnny. Not to mention anything else, a junior should do this for his elders. However, there are some things that cannot be helped. For example, if Johnny’s life span was transferred to him by my master, then he would still die after exhausting it, unless he was forcibly maintained by a magic technique that defies heaven, but that would actually harm Johnny because the consequences would be too shocking.

For all these reasons, I was speechless in the face of Singh, but when I thought of the death of Uncle Johnny, my heart ached. In the end, I patted Singh on the shoulder and said, “With God’s permission, I will do everything in my power to keep Uncle Johnny alive.”

“Thank you,” Singh wiped his tears again.

And the front-runner, Uncle Johnny, as if sensing something, shouted, “Chengyi, you’re going too slow. Singh, don’t you realize you’re talking too much nonsense?”

Singh quickly wiped his face, coughed a few times, and shouted in as normal a voice as possible: “Master, I’m just afraid alone and need Chengyi to comfort me.”

Jonny looked at Singh deeply, said nothing, and then turned and walked away. After walking a few steps, he said, “That’s enough. Singh, you can stay on the boat at ease. Chengyi, you should be here.”

I looked at Singh and then turned and walked away. Singh’s voice still came from behind me: “I want to be with you so much, but I’m just a burden. I understand…”

I suppressed the churning emotions in my heart, got off the boat, and in fact, all along, what I was afraid of was not the adventure itself, or the many unknowns, but that I would lose, that I would lose one important person after another. I was afraid of this to death, but I could not stop it.

Since I was a child, my master’s teachings have taught me never to implore the heavens for anything. But this time, I implored the heavens from the bottom of my heart that Uncle Johnny would be able to safely overcome this crisis.

The magic weapon left by my master has always been in my hands, sensing the location of our ultimate goal. After arriving at this large deep pool, I already knew clearly that our goal was helplessly approaching the center of the deep pool.

The scenery of this deep pool is unremarkable, just dark green water that makes people feel deep and unfathomable at a glance. In addition, the only thing worth mentioning is that in the center of the deep pool there is a huge stone with a lonely red flower growing on it.

The flower is not large, and according to the visibility of the foggy mist above the deep pool, we should not be able to see this bright red flower at all, but it is so clear that it is glaringly red.

“What a strange red flower.” I tried to talk about this interesting flower to lighten the mood of our silent march.

You see, there is no road at all on the low mountain range that surrounds the deep pool, and we are having a hard time moving forward. Uncle Johnny is holding a mountain-clearing knife and is determined to walk in front of us, clearing a path for our group of young people. We tried to stop him, but he refused firmly.

He said that only when you are constantly moving and working hard can you feel the brilliance of life. Unfortunately, he had no reason to move or work hard in the past.

We couldn’t understand this, but we clearly felt a sense of desolation.

It was such an atmosphere that made everyone even more silent, so I talked about this red flower, and everyone tried to pick up my words and start a discussion, but I didn’t expect that Uncle Johnny, who was walking in front of us, suddenly stopped, took out the tin wine pot on his body, and drank the wine that had just been filled in one gulp.

Then he threw the tin wine pot in his hand and said, “I think I should say goodbye to my old friend here, even though it has been with me for a long time. Also, can you pretend you didn’t see the red flower? Don’t you think it looks sad, helpless, and lonely?”

We were speechless. Uncle Johnny was becoming increasingly difficult to understand. Every word had a deeper meaning, but it could also hit the heart directly, making people resonate with his words from the bottom of their hearts.

Looking at the somewhat tragic profile of Uncle Johnny in the dim sunlight, I vowed that I would never mention that red flower again. After walking in silence for a while, I said, “According to the artifacts left by the master, we are very close to our goal. However, Uncle Johnny, are we going to go into the water?”

When he heard me say this, he also stopped and said, “Is it a straight-line distance?”

The deep pool was extremely irregular in shape, and what he meant was whether the shortest distance from the low mountain where we were to the target position was the shortest distance.

I carefully felt it and then said to Uncle Johnny, “It’s not yet, but if we go a few more meters, it will be the exact straight-line distance.”

“Hahaha, very good! Of course we’re going to get wet!” Uncle Johnny was inexplicably happy. I didn’t understand what he was happy about.

In the meantime, he stopped walking, dropped the huge bag he was carrying, and opened it without hesitation, saying, “You young people may be guessing that I have a large bag of magic tools. No, I don’t. I’m an ordinary person who can’t use any magic other than that one strike. What’s the use of bringing that thing? This is a tool. I’ve already prepared it. I know that everything won’t go smoothly. Sometimes, you have to rely on the primitive, which is the most reliable.

I took a closer look and saw that in his backpack, there were several bundles of rope that didn’t look very thick, but were sturdy at a glance. In addition, there were two medium-sized chainsaws. He was carrying these?

But the next moment I realized that he was preparing to make a raft.

And my guess was obviously right. Over there, Uncle Johnny had already started the chainsaw and said, “Don’t just stand there. No one wants to drag it into the night, so everyone help out. We’ll make a raft. One is enough!”

Rafts, I thought to myself. That’s a good idea. At least it’s safer than going into the water ourselves.

But a raft with no protection at all, can it keep us alive in the midst of such fierce fish?