Wu Sheng: I can adapt to evolution

Chapter 98: Ferry (Part )
In just a blink of an eye, a row of people were killed by Lu Ming.

The main thing is that this person is so hateful. They all imitate Lu Ming's appearance. What do you think the real person will think?
"Sir, would you like to get on board?"

The boatman held the bamboo pole and asked Lu Ming softly.

The surroundings were filled with vast smoke and rising fog. The lake in the distance was endless, and the depth seemed to be the deepest part of the starry sky. There was a kind of coldness and loneliness that made people feel uneasy.

"of course."

Lu Ming jumped onto the black-sailed boat and nodded slightly. Fortunately, the boatman didn't look like him, otherwise it would be too disgusting.

He found a random place to sit down and began to fiddle with his spoils.

After wreaking havoc everywhere, he had acquired a good deal of material that could give thought form. He crushed them all, transforming them into purple air currents that covered each thought.

The current amount of purple airflow can probably make a hundred thoughts manifest, and has a strength almost equivalent to that of a martial artist of the first level of martial arts.

Of course, the strength here is just the most ordinary folk warriors, and it is definitely not those perverts in the Martial Temple.

If all the purple airflow is supplied to a thought, the strength of this thought can reach the fourth or fifth level of martial arts.

It's still a bit useless to Lu Ming. If there were a little more, it would be better. At least it could make three thousand thoughts manifest.

Because each of his thoughts has independent thinking, as long as he can manifest three thousand thoughts, he will immediately have an army equivalent to three thousand first-level martial artists.

Don’t think that the first level of martial arts is weak. In a county, he is also an elite figure. The entire Daqian Dynasty can only produce a few armies composed purely of warriors.

In terms of strength, Lu Ming's army is even more terrifying than any army of the same level.

Because the martial arts experience of these thoughts is equivalent to Lu Ming's, each of them is equivalent to a weakened version of a martial arts master, proficient in various boxing, palm, sword, and stick techniques, and their minds are united, and they are not afraid of life and death.

With this army, Lu Ming felt that he could conquer the world.

As long as those above the seventh level of martial arts do not come out, he will be invincible.

Just as Lu Ming was thinking about it, he didn't know when, but a line of figures appeared on the ferry again.

"Brother Lu, is that you?"

Suddenly someone spoke at the ferry, and the voice seemed particularly harsh in this quiet place.

Lu Ming looked up and found that these people were not ghosts, but examinees. Of course, it was hard to say for sure, maybe they were ghosts in disguise.

As for the person who spoke, he should be one of the candidates, but Lu Ming couldn't remember him. After all, most of them were unknown and not worthy of being remembered by him.

However, Lu Ming still nodded politely to the other party.

"This place looks very dangerous, let's not go up."

"I think we can go up and give it a try. Anyway, if we encounter danger, the worst that can happen is we can just leave the secret realm immediately."

Now it seems that all those queuing up are candidates. Some of them are eager to try and get on board, but most of them are hesitant.

After all, the water surface is different from the shore. If there is danger, you can't run away and can only leave the secret realm.

After the disagreement, a few people discussed it and chose to board the ship, while the others turned around and left.

Seeing that no one seemed to want to get on the ferry, the boatman held up the bamboo pole and headed towards the center of the lake.

"Brother Lu, I am Zhang Zhiyuan, a military scholar from Tai'an Prefecture."

The student who had just greeted Lu Ming bowed and introduced himself, and several other people also came forward to greet him.

A person's reputation is like the shadow of a tree. Lu Ming still holds great weight in everyone's heart.

"How did you end up here?" Lu Ming was also very curious. This place was considered to be the place with the heaviest yin energy. Judging from the strength and status of these people, it didn't seem like they could come here.

"We don't know either. We were just exploring on the edge of a cliff when we suddenly appeared here."

Several people shook their heads. Some were exploring on the cliff, some were just in a garden, and they were basically distributed all over the world, but they were all sent here.

Lu Ming seemed to be lost in thought. He even suspected that the secret realm had moved these people here to make up the number because he had killed all the passengers at the ferry.

But why must there be other passengers on board?

"The moon's shadow is slanting, the river is covered with fog, and the passengers on the boat are counted in pairs. Only an even number can bring peace, if the number is odd, the soul will not return..."

At this moment, the boatman who had been rowing with a bamboo pole suddenly started singing.

Everyone stopped talking immediately and started listening attentively, because this world usually has various rules for dealing with weirdness, and perhaps there is a clue in the lyrics.

"The water is calm, the night is cool, and those who board the boat look towards the other side. Don't board alone, for it's hard to cross alone and blood will turn into death."

The boatman's figure rose and fell, echoing on the cold and silent water.

"Snapped."

Just as everyone was pondering the meaning of the lyrics, Lu Ming suddenly kicked the boatman on the butt, kicking him into the water.

"What the hell is that singing? It's terrible. Can you please replace it with a little girl?"

Lu Ming was furious. "I'm talking to someone, and you interrupted me while I was singing. Isn't that really rude? Besides, your singing wasn't very good either."

The other candidates were stunned. What the hell are you doing?
You kicked a ghost? Is that fair?

However, the boatman who fell into the water quickly climbed back on the boat and continued to hold the bamboo pole as if nothing had happened, except that he stopped singing.

"From what I heard from the lyrics just now... it seems to be saying that if there are an even number of passengers on the ship, everyone will be safe, but if there is an odd number, there may be danger."

Zhang Zhiyuan spoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly looked at everyone.

"Seven...seven people."

There are a total of seven passengers on the ship, which means that one person must leave the ship or leave the secret realm for the others to be safe.

But the autumn examination is held once every three years. If you withdraw from it like this, you will probably be eliminated directly, and no one is willing to accept that.

"Nonsense! Who said seven people? Isn't there an old man too?"

Just when the atmosphere was getting heavy, Lu Ming pointed at the boatman and said.

Including the boatman, there were eight people on the boat.

But his words did not make everyone feel at ease, because the lyrics said, "The passengers on the boat are counted as a pair", which means that the boatman does not need to be counted at all.

The boat swayed and moved to the middle of the lake.

Inexplicably, everyone felt a chill rising, and even felt as if there were pairs of malicious eyes watching everyone underwater.

But when everyone looked at the water, everything disappeared again.

"If not, I'll leave the secret realm first."

Humans cannot deal with these weird things and must follow their rules. Zhang Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment and finally decided to leave on his own initiative.

(End of this chapter)