1942, I lived on hunting

When the group saw their companion fall into the river, they wanted to rescue him, but when they lay on the side of the boat and took a look, they were almost scared to death.

A big head appeared above the water, it was hard to tell whether it was a fish head or a turtle's head. A larger back was exposed at a distance behind the head. It was black and basically the same color as the reefs at the bottom of the river.

The size of this thing just above the water surface is nearly three meters long, and there must be more hidden underwater. The turbid river water makes it difficult to see clearly, so no one knows how big it is.

The people who were lying on the side of the boat were so scared that they turned around quickly, causing the boat to sway from side to side and almost capsize. Everyone was so scared that they screamed and grabbed things around them, those who could hold on to the cabin held on to the cabin, those who could hold on to the ropes held on to the ropes, for fear of falling into the river.

Lao Jia and his companions were so frightened that they knelt in the cabin, trembling and kowtowing frantically: "It's over! It's over! We didn't pay tribute to the pig's head this time, the old Dragon King is angry, and he wants to take our lives..."

"Please spare my life, Lord Dragon, please spare my life. Lord Dragon! Please spare my life, and I will come back to give you a pig's head to eat..."

"What's going on?" the leading man shouted.

The companions sitting by the boat also shouted in response: "There is something in the river!"

"What is that?"

"I don't know, it's quite big!"

The leader was furious, "Are you dead? What are the weapons in your hands for? Kill it!"

Realizing that they had made a fool of themselves, everyone quickly pulled out their box guns and prepared to shoot at the things in the river.

But when everyone looked carefully, where was the figure?

"Find out where you are going, be careful!"

"Look around, and if you see anything, use your weapon to hit it..."

Everyone was lying on the side of the boat looking around, feeling extremely nervous.

What was strange was that the child who had been crying had stopped crying at some point and started laughing instead, "Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha..."

The laughter echoed in the mist, and considering the situation of everyone at the moment, it was indescribably cold.

The child's mother seemed to sense something was wrong and quickly covered the child's mouth. The child's laughter was forcibly held in his throat and chest, making a sound like farting. The child was also stunned, and then, as if he was angry, he bit his mother's hand, biting the woman's hand until it bled. She screamed in pain and let go of the hand covering the child's mouth.

The child seemed to be ill and started to laugh sinisterly again.

Lao Jia and his companions looked around while paddling and speeding towards the other side of the river.

Lao Jia's companion was struggling to pull the boat, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure from the corner of his eye. He turned around and was immediately frightened. He pointed at the dark figure in the river and warned the boatmen, "There, there! Old Dragon King!"

A dark shadow rushed towards the boat at a high speed against the current. This time, its head could not be seen. Only half of its smooth body was exposed above the water, stirring up waves.

The people on the boat raised their guns and fired. The sound of gunfire was deafening. The bullets hit the creature, but no blood was drawn. Only after the ammunition in the gun chamber was emptied did the creature dive and disappear.

At this time, the child stopped smiling. Probably frightened by the loud gunshot, he started crying again.

The leading man looked unhappy. He moved to the stern and asked Lao Jia: "What is that thing in the Yellow River? You just called me the Dragon King. Is that a dragon?!"

Old Jia was so scared that tears came out of his eyes, and his nose was full of tears and snot: "That's right! It's all your fault for crying and talking nonsense, and you provoked the old Dragon King. Now we are all dead..."

The man looked at him with disdain, "What old Dragon King? That's what people like you believe in. What's so great about him? We just shot him down with a barrage of bullets. And you still blame us? What's wrong with us?"

Lao Jia's companions felt that they were doomed anyway, so they didn't have to be afraid of this group of people, and they spoke very rudely! "I told you to comfort the child and stop him from crying, but what about you? You dared to throw the child into the river? The old Dragon King came to take the child, and you threw it away?

Having just shot and repelled the thing in the river, the group was in high spirits. Upon hearing this, several of the gunmen immediately turned their guns around and pointed them at Lao Jia's companions: "Damn it! You are so brave, what the hell are you talking about? We were just joking, how could you really throw the child into the river? You have such a vicious heart... Master, do you want to shoot him?"

The leading man grinned grimly and waved his hand. Two gunshots rang out and Lao Jia's companions fell in a pool of blood.

"Stop talking nonsense, you bastard. Go and throw him into the river. Didn't he say that there is a Dragon King who wants to take his life? Then give him to his old Dragon King!"

Old Jia's eyes were red with anger, he could not believe his eyes, he did not expect that his companion could be beaten to death just like a chicken or a dog.

After beating the man to death, the men lifted him up and threw him into the water. With a splash, the body of his companion fell into the water and never reappeared, being swallowed up by the huge whirlpool in the Yellow River. After they dealt with the body of Lao Jia's companion, they pointed a gun at Lao Jia and told him to get to the shore quickly. If he dared to delay, Lao Jia would follow in the footsteps of his companion.

Old Jia was shocked, frightened and sad, and he hated these guys in his heart. At this moment, he even hoped that the old Dragon King would appear again and take the lives of these robbers.

However, as the boat drifted downstream and approached the shore, the river bank could be seen from afar through the mist, but the old Dragon King did not appear. The people on the boat were very happy to see that they were about to go ashore, and they shouted loudly to vent their excitement.

After passing a bend, the current gradually slowed down, and Lao Jia hurriedly rowed the boat hard, slowly moving the boat closer to the river bank. Just when everyone thought they were about to escape, a huge force suddenly came from the bottom of the boat, and with a crack, a big hole as thick as a small water tank was immediately broken in the bottom of the boat.

The turbid river water filled the cabin in an instant, and the boat began to sink immediately!

Most of the people on the boat were landlubbers, so scared that they held on to the sinking boat. Some were holding on to wooden barrels and planks that were floundering in the water. Lao Jia held nothing and swam desperately towards the nearby riverbank without looking back.

When Lao Jia swam to the shore, he stepped on the wet gravel and looked back. He saw only the surging waves in the river. Nothing was left. No people, no boats, and no old Dragon King. The Yellow River swallowed everything silently, making it seem as if nothing had happened. The strange thing was that Lao Jia always felt that something was staring at him, and even the shrill cry of the child was echoing in his ears.