Chapter 3 island two

Pressing his lips hard, Wen Tingsheng looked away from Sanlichang and stood up on the top of the hill.Surrounded by the sunshine in April, the long figure hung windingly on the hillside.The wild flowers touched by his figure drooped their heads one by one, languid as if they had lost their souls. Gongzui Port, you have to change your name to Tingsheng Port! These words with a strong Xiangjiang accent bumped Wen Tingsheng's front teeth a few times, like a boulder rolled back to a certain corner of his stomach.He wants the Yangtze Island, yes, the Yangtze Island must be his.Except for him, no one deserves to call the wind, call the rain, swallow clouds and fog in this precious land of Yangtze Island.The expressions on his wide and thin face are all stretched out, which is the expression he often has after he has thought about an important matter, with the grandeur of the sky - that is, the blindness of Wang Maoer fortune teller a few years ago. What my father called "the weather of the Son of Heaven".Wang Maoer's father is a ghost ghost.As long as he glanced at any face, he could always tell the underworld and zodiac.Wangmao'er's father must have had an implicit contract with a certain god in the sky, and he believed that Wen Tingsheng was born with the air of an emperor.He sent out the single fragrant cat on his ancestral grave, and since then he has been loyal and filial to Wen Tingsheng and has been inseparable since then.Wangmaoer has inherited the ghostly spirit of knowing the world from his ghostly father, which is not so much an inheritance as a mutation-he has a magical appetite, yes, he can go without eating for dozens of days He does not drink rice or corn, as long as there are bundles of paper books, any book in his mouth is like a thin-skinned pancake in the hands of Shandong people, crisp and sweet. --After eating, he will talk nonsense, and he will say what he says in the book, and his sleep is no exception.One day Wen Tingsheng listened to him talk about "Sun Tzu's Art of War" all night. As a result, the next day Wen Tingsheng found that the imperial book Kangxi version of the ancient military book was lost forever in the book box.Two days later, he found raw paper fibers in Wangmao'er's stool, but the ink stains on them had long since disappeared.

He needs him! Now! So he immediately boarded a small sampan and rowed to Sanlichang Fishing Ground. Of course you understand that these two "he" represent two different linguistic meanings and physical human bodies. Wang Mao'er stood on the bow of the broken butt boat in Sanlichang Fishing Ground.He glanced back at the sun.The sun was making faces at him.The ominous meaning of the grimace immediately brought back memories of last summer's ominous afternoon.At that time, Wang Mao'er was dozing off in the cabin, when he vaguely heard Wen Tingsheng yelling in his ears, "Wang Mao'er, unload the awning." After Xiong Xiangkui let out a horrifying scream, Wang Maoer smacked his lips, feeling sullenly that something had changed in his body, very immortal and light.It was only when the hull hit the rocks with a bang that Wangmaoer opened his eyes, and called out the names of Wen Tingsheng and Xiong Xiangkui to the bow and stern in panic.He climbed out of the cabin, and a strong dizziness suddenly appeared in his eyes-the broken butt hook boat was moored on a mountain like magic.

"Wow Cat, Wow Cat!" Xiong Xiangkui's Minjiang accent came from not far away - he was sitting on a magpie's nest in a big tree. "We've got a tornado!" Xiong Xiangkui shouted from a distance.His calmness was in contrast to Wangmao'er's bewilderment.Xiong Xiangkui has studied for a few days, and only in his eyes are miraculous things not miraculous. What happened after going down the mountain was even more unbelievable than a tornado.After descending the mountain, Xiong Xiangkui and Wang Maoer once thought they had strayed into the barbarians.The mighty Emperor Guangxu's grace disappeared here, and the two of them were made extremely tall by a group of people kneeling on the ground.The people on the ground raised their heads, and their eyes shone with frightened green light.That expression made Xiong Xiangkui, who has always been prudent, touch the three-foot-long braid on the back of his head, wondering if there was something wrong with him, or something must have happened to be worthy of the kneeling people on the ground.

"Excuse me... the fairy family is..." The leader kneeling on the ground was a black man in his fifties. His black neck was tightly wrapped around the collar of a coarse round shirt. Two rows of fish-eye necklaces hung on both sides of his chest, emitting fishy eyes. Black silk shoulders. "This is us... Patriarch... Lei Gongzui..." Behind Lei Gongzui, a man with a pointed chin lifted the fishing net around his waist, shivering thinly. Sun made a face at Wang Maoer and turned away.Wangmao'er turned around, and a small sampan was driving towards the golden river in the distance.The rower must be Wen Tingsheng, and Wang Maoer can tell at a glance from the shiny metal light on the man's forehead.

Lei Gongzui walked in front with a double-pronged fork in his left hand.More than a dozen shirtless men sat behind his buttocks with dark expressions. Lei Gongzui was bare-chested, his big belly and two loose lumps on his chest shook up and down as he walked.There is only one nipple left, and the other has already become a blind scar, with a savage expression and shining light.This blind nipple that has turned into a scar is the proof of his brilliant performance in the twenty-four years of Guangxu. --This is a thing of the past, but you will understand later. After Lei Gongzui's butt pressed the pier, there was almost no precedent for Lei Gongzui to go out in person.It's no big deal, he usually doesn't go out, and spends all day at home with his silver hookah—this is what he bought from an oil tanker in Jiangxin twenty years ago with three baskets of high-quality saury.There are finely carved patterns of double dragons playing with pearls on it.But today, no matter what, he couldn't hold the silver hookah anymore. Before a meal, Tianlong sent the broken butt boat down from the sky, and he secretly felt that he was not too far away from the underworld.

"We have one more." Xiong Xiangkui, who had just climbed down from the magpie's nest, said to Lei Gongzui.Xiong Xiangkui's Shangjiang accent made him feel a little fairy-like, but Lei Gongzui was still secretly relieved: they were speaking in human language after all.This made him suddenly emboldened. "Lei will definitely find it for you." Whether it is bad or good, he must find another sky guest. He is a rough man, but when he was walking towards the river with the double-pronged fork, he had a premonition that one day the rocks on the small island would roll up waves like the Yangtze River today.Thinking of this, the thick braid at the back of his head became heavier.The Jiangzhu fisheye necklace on his neck also gave off a more disturbing smell-this necklace is evidence of his wandering in the river for more than ten years.It is also a reliable proof that he can dominate this isolated island.The Yangtze Island is his destiny. As long as there is an island, it is meaningless whether there is another world outside this island.In his eyes, the Yangtze River is a bottomless belt of water that goes as deep as another world. They don’t need outsiders, just like white eels don’t need to understand dogs barking. In a certain place in the river, send the fish to a stranger's cabin, and then exchange for what they need from their strange cabin: a few crucian carp for a handful of salt, and a few hens for a piece of cloth.They never cared about the rules, they relied on their intuition about the value with their naked eyes, and felt that they were not at a disadvantage, so they patted each other a few times with their hands, and it was done.For the next exchange, they stubbornly take the previous one as the criterion, and so on.In fact, all people are the same, and they are used to taking their first time as the criterion for the next time.

Of course, they have their own way of doing things on the island, and they have their own way of life, old age, sickness, death, weddings and funerals.It is the "Shilin Club" named by the famous boss Xian who decides the size of the island, and the leader of the "Shilin Club" is Lei Gongzui with a double-pronged fork in his hand. But now, there is only a string of panic left by the dragon's tail in the afternoon on the entire island. More importantly, he had to find another fairy family himself. "Master, crocodile!" A black fish-like finger behind Lei Gongzui pointed to the river not far away.A small eye opened on the fingertips of that hand.

Lei Gongzui could see it clearly, the tooth-shaped mouth that opened was approaching a head with closed eyes - a strange head. The double-toothed fork in Lei Gongzui's hand "chucked" softly, and rushed towards the blue crocodile with a crab shell, like a snake's tongue "chucked" at a frog staring at a locust.Sanlichang approached Wen Tingsheng's small sampan step by step.Wen Tingsheng could already see the figure of Wang Maoer lying on the river with cramps and pain.Now is a good season to catch puffer fish. In spring, puffer fish come out of the water to bask in the sun. As long as you touch it with a bamboo pole, it will float puffy on the surface of the water and pretend to die. At the bow, one hand is taking the fish into the cabin non-stop, which is more agile than you following the bride to grab the Guangxu Yuanbao.The fugu meat is so tender that your tongue trembles in your mouth.But puffer fish cannot be eaten, and the eyes and blood are highly poisonous.But the people of Yangtze Island don't care.People in Yangzi Island, young and old, have the spirit of desperately eating fugu, and they are even more shrewd about desperately eating fugu.Under the sun, eating fugu has become a thing of the Yangtze Island.No matter how poisonous the puffer fish is, it becomes as safe and reliable as crucian carp and rice field eel in the hands of people from the Yangtze Island.Wen Tingsheng's small sampan gradually approached the puffer fishing team, but he suddenly noticed that the fishing boats were not floating on the river in twos and threes as in the past, and dozens of fishing boats formed a circle in the middle of the river. , the joyful and terrifying cries rose and fell like river waves. --Something happened! A bright lightning flashed in Wen Tingsheng's mind. --This is obviously not the boat shape for fishing on weekdays.In recent days, Wen Tingsheng has always had a premonition, or a desire, that something is going to happen in this world. --It's hard for you to tell which is sometimes causal between premonition and longing.

Yes, something went wrong.A sturgeon weighing at least four hundred catties was surrounded by more than a dozen large nets.The shiny and huge body of the sturgeon is surging in the river waves.All the fishermen were in a mess.The primitive cries of the women were like ropes making everything even more chaotic.All the fishermen were ecstatic when the sturgeon first appeared in the net.Not to mention ladies, but old fishermen who have footprints on every wave. They have never seen such a huge and luxurious sturgeon in their life, but they only need a few mouthfuls of food. The men with guns almost stopped their hands and feet. The legend of the third prince of the White Dragon King, which has been passed down for eight generations on the Yangtze Island, immediately conveyed in their dull eyes-is this Sturgeon the third prince? The huge horror immediately Instead of great joy, every greasy black face became a monster, the eyeballs were full of smiles, but the pupils were full of death.This dead air is like a sharp knife, cutting off the sunshine one by one, and falling softly to the surface of the river one by one.

Let go, reluctant; catch, who would dare? A juice-like smile overflowed from the corner of Wen Tingsheng's mouth.Inspiration suddenly exploded in his mind with a bang.The wooden paddle trembled slightly in his hand, this is a good opportunity! He said to himself, he wants to wipe out Lei Gong's mouth! This idea has been churning in his mind for a long time, and this huge idea came from a certain day when he set foot on this isolated island. For a moment - Wen Tingsheng smelled the stench from the mouth of the crocodile.He tightly closed his eyes, rather than being afraid of the ferocity of the crocodile, it would be better to say that he was waiting for the most fatal blow - if you are in a desperate situation, you will definitely have this kind of wonderful psychology.The sound of the river's waves and the primordial stench of the solitary algae roots are far away.He was waiting... But the fatal blow that shattered the liver and gallbladder was long overdue.

Trembling in despair, he waited at least two feet long.He faintly heard a muffled "snap", and then everything returned to the original silence.He opened his eyes, and there was already a fork handle on the crocodile's back, and the white light of the fork tip trembled.He breathed a sigh of relief, the flesh and blood on his body seemed to have lost their connection and fell down together.He felt several pairs of big hands working hard towards the shore on his body.After a while, he opened his eyes again, and a dozen shirtless men had already knelt down opposite him. The degree of puzzlement in Wen Tingsheng's eyes was the same as the degree of devotion and fear in Lei Gong's eyes, and the degree of despair in the eyes of the crocodile.The crocodile's mouth is opened exaggeratedly, and a double-toothed steel fork is vertical on its back.Wen Tingsheng pulled his eyes away from the hard blue skin of the crocodile and crab shell, and couldn't figure it out for a while.However, this is a good place, he took a deep breath, the air here is filled with the mixed smell of sunlight and water - this smell made his feet step into a hundred years ago without noticing. Yes, the ancient atmosphere of this place made him live a hundred years backward. He followed Lei Gongzui mechanically, and the world in front of him seemed more and more mysterious.He didn't know how big Yangtze Island was.What he could see clearly were water bamboo, pure bamboo, copper money tree, staghorn castan, white oak, wood and white horse bone all over the undulating island.The green in the air is swaying on the whole island, several ditches meander in the green net, the clear green is completely different from the muddy yellow in the Yangtze River.The reflection of the sky makes the ditch even more unfathomable. There are tall trees on both sides of the river, some standing straight, some swaying sideways, and some half falling into the water. Rushing eastward and westward without any rules, water hyacinths and japonica half-floating on the surface of the water... The smell of green grass emanates from the ground, shoulder to shoulder with a few small pink and white butterflies, sometimes swiftly and sometimes soothingly on the water bank walk around. "Tanggou," Lei Gongzui turned to face a man behind him, "We have a dinner party for dinner, go into the water and get some good fish." Tang Gou bowed to Lei Gongzui, jumped into the water, and within a sneeze, A few red-tailed carp were thrown up.Thirteen yellow-shelled river turtles emerged from the water.Wen Tingsheng stood still, muttering in his stomach: "It's such a good place." "Please!" Following Lei Gongzui's fingertips, a stone street extends the paleness of the stone to the far corner in the green bushes.One side and one side of the light yellow bamboo skin houses are like patches in the green on both sides of the stone street.Wine shops, small goods stalls, blacksmiths, coppersmiths, barrels, and bamboo stools hide in the sun and shadow under the bamboo eaves.The stove in the blacksmith shop was still emitting green smoke, and the boys were staring blankly at the group of passers-by with sledgehammers in their hands.Apparently, before the tornado swept across the river, there was a buzz here.The tornado and the three dizzy guests brought by the tornado made the entire Yangtze Island even more dizzy. In front of a luxurious and primitive tall stone house, Mr. Lei stopped his mouth and said "please" to Wen Tingsheng.Wen Tingsheng stood up the stone steps, Xiong Xiangkui and Wang Mao'er immediately put down the big bowls in their hands and rushed out from the main room. Wen Tingsheng was not elated in time, as if relying on some divine sign, he raised his head, and there was a thick piece of meat on top of his head. The wooden plaque hangs under the protruding stone eaves, and the luxurious scales of shad fish are glued with pine glue, and they are arranged in three big characters: shad scale meeting. In an instant, a mysterious moment flashed in Wen Tingsheng's mind, and a memory flashed at the same time--I have been here before? Experienced, and, at the same moment, what Wangmaoer's father who was a fortune teller seemed to be coming true: The Jade Emperor Sheng'er will arrange a place for you, and as soon as you arrive there, you will find yourself the land god there . When he turned his head, the square in front of the stone house was covered with shiny yellow backs. All black and white eyes were focused on Wen Tingsheng's forehead, and the eyes bounced back to make his forehead a radiant sun. I want to be the master of the land here! "Boss," he announced to Lei Gongzui, "I'm not leaving." Wen Tingsheng held the sculls with both hands.He quickly collected himself.Beside a large boat, Wen Tingsheng got off the sampan and jumped onto it, his eyes staring at the third prince of the White Dragon King in the fishing net jumped out with bright blue flames.On the deck, Wen Tingsheng thrust his abdomen forward, knelt down facing the Sturgeon with his upper body stiff, and a roar that tore through the river surface rushed out of his throat towards the Sturgeon— "Third brother!" He called the third brother to the third prince of the White Dragon King. Gongzui Port has always been the most popular place on the Yangtze Island with a radius of sixty or seventy miles.Fishermen on Yangtze Island have to pull their tents from here when they go to the river to return to the sea.It is the Shalin Club that is well known to all ages to talk about the boss.Sha Lin will be in this field, if you don't grow a few more cheap bones, it is definitely not a pier for you to fool around.The Yangtze Island is sixty or seventy miles away, and the river is thirty or forty miles away. If you overturn the table of Shalin Society and defeat the Feng Shui of this house, the fish belly will not have the guts to be your coffin.The head of the Shalin Society is Lei Gongzui, the patriarch of the Lei family, a native of Yangzi Island.Lei Gongzui loved listening to books in his early years, and he was fascinated by the stories of heroes on Liangshanbo in fairy tales for a long time.Zhang Shunyong, the white man in the waves, and Li Kui, the black whirlwind, are the heroic feats he admires most.To show off his talent, to use his strength and punches and clubs, he must spend his youth with him.Because of fighting against the wind and waves in the river all day, underwater kung fu is the best.Jiguan has grown into a black man with rust and oil all over his body.The thick and shiny black braids are behind the hard and bulging Tianling Gai, like a cobra standing on the ground.In the twenty-fourth year of Guangxu, someone witnessed a scarlet snake letter protruding from a black braid. --At that time, the Shalin Society had already been established. The name of "Shalin Club" originated from the boss Xian who had seen the world and broke through the pier on the island.Boss Xian, with his scaly skin and once caught a shad weighing sixteen catties, has made him invulnerable to the five poisons ever since.Every word he said has become a gold standard on the Yangtze Island.The sixteen-pound shad was the whole meaning of his life. Many years later, when he died in the boat, sixteen scales miraculously grew on the back of his hand. When the "Shilin Club" was established, everyone asked him for the name of the club, but the boss Xian didn't give up immediately. The boss Xian calmly told the story of shad that he had told a thousand times at the Chicken Blood Club: One noon eight years ago , the sky was so clear that it was covered with fish scales, and the boss fairy cast a big net in the river.On this day, a pillar of strength surged out of the boss fairy's arm. He tilted his head to look at the scaly sky, and suddenly had a premonition that something important would happen in his life.He lowered his head, a bright white light under the water by the net stung his eyes, and the dazzling shad emerged from the water.Which fisherman has never had a beautiful shad dream! The precious shad is more expensive than the peacock’s tail and human beings’ eyes. It is afraid that the fishing net will break the luxurious scales when it struggles, so it does not move. Lying quietly next to the wooden float of the big net, waiting for the fisherman to catch.The boss Xian was greatly shocked, and the calmness of shad's jade-like scales and skin-shattered life moved him to feel compassion.He quietly tightened the mouth of the net, went into the water, and carried the shad out of the water like he carried his wife into the cabin on the wedding night.The shad out of the water, no matter what scale weighs it, is equal to sixteen catties.Sixteen in the absolute sense is far beyond the scalar meaning in mathematics, and it is still incredible.Sixteen is not a big number, but for shad, it is as if you have grown to two hundred years old. "Sixteen taels of knives and sixteen catties of shad" is exactly the truth.Boss Immortal saluted the heaven and put the shad back into the river.The fishing boats were dressed in red and green for three full days. "Is there anything more precious than shad scales in the world?" The boss fairy said with a solemn face after telling the story, "This meeting, it should be called the shad scale meeting!"He said that if stool can be refined into gold, there must be gold. When the Shalin Association was established, Lei Gongzui was still a stunned young man.In addition to good strength and good water quality, the only thing that shows up is the "Jiangjiang Festival" on the eighth day of March every year.The River Sacrifice Festival is the most solemn, most ceremonial and most mysterious fiery red and emerald green festival on Yangtze Island.All the islanders gathered in the square in front of the stone house. There is a gold-plated shrine in the center of the huge and towering bamboo canopy. The seven turns and eight bends of the scriptures are ghostly and strange: the willow branches clean the bottle of water, and the sea of ​​bitterness is always used as a boat to cross people.Four sticks of incense and eight tall candles made the dark crowd crawling under the stage stupefied.On the big plate in the front row, the heads of ox, sheep, and pig locked their eyes tightly, thinking hard about a terrible story with a beginning but no end.The two dishes of steamed fish are unyielding, with wide-eyed eyes, full of Xing Tian's style of Jingwei holding wood and fierce will.Lei Gongzui and another virgin boy knelt face to face, and the virgin boy on the opposite side was throwing paper money one by one into the paper money basin.The paper money is soaked in realgar wine and dried in the sun. There are five pieces of paper money printed with toads, geckos, boa constrictors, centipedes, and spiders.Grey, black and scarlet bared their fangs and claws in mid-air.The thick smoke makes your nostrils stick out and a hand convulsively dances and scratches in the air. "Zhong Zhao--" the drum master roared so loudly, Lei Gongzui was naked with rusty back, and his red silk girdle was fastened--he usually likes to use pure black.Lei Gong pulled out the big knife from his mouth, lifted the white sheep that was tied to one side, and lightly slid the blade, the sheep's head immediately took exaggerated and difficult breaths by the side of the big sea bowl four or five feet away from the sheep's body.Lei Gongzui then flattened his body and sprinkled sheep's blood behind the erected tablet. "Nine kowtows--" The black head was immediately pushed down to the ground by a holy force, and Lei Gongzui stood on the stage bouncing up and down.On the front of the tablet, there are standard vermilion characters in Song style: Fudehuangshuizhengshen's annual river sacrifice festival makes Lei Gongzui famous in the Yangtze Island, but it is far from being famous.Lei Gongzui has never dreamed of being popular on this island.However, the world was unpredictable, and Lei Gongzui himself did not expect that his butt was pressing down on the wharf of Shalinhui, and the wharf became the famous "Gongzui Port". In the 24th year of Guangxu, historians will correctly point out that 1898 was the year when the "Six Gentlemen of the Eighth Movement" were kidnapped by the Ministry of Criminal Justice and sent to Beijing outside the Xuanwu Gate (the author wrote this to show off the history Knowledge, there is absolutely no hint of the political affairs of the government, if you insist on making some kind of connection from the future text, that is your own business, and has nothing to do with the author), Lei Gongzui stepped in and stood up.Stepping into it, Lei Gong has a good skin and a good body.On warm days, he likes to take off his mandarin jacket and vest, exposing the two black fleshy bumps on his chest, and the two nipples are round and flat, protruding from the crimson milk tray the size of a copper coin.The waist of the thick cloth trousers is well tied at the girdle eyes, fastened with a good black silk girdle, hanging eight or nine inches of knots, and the crotch throws out a heroic look all the way when walking.Love hair less and beards old, Lei Gongzui doesn't love, Lei Gongzui must have a black waistband around the waist, just like this look, this smell. On March 18th in the twenty-fourth year of Guangxu, that is, on the tenth day after the River Sacrifice Festival, a group of strongmen waded to Beixiong Lake on the north bank, and tied up Boss Immortal in Gongzui Harbor early in the morning, beside a broken boat by the water. Stop, dozens of big men stand in two rows holding weapons. "Listen up, brothers," is the common name for a strongman with a seven-inch dagger on his head.Resisting the throat of the boss fairy, "Give up the Sanlichang on the east of the island, make a written statement, and let people go; if you can't swallow this mullet fish soup, be careful when eating fish maw, and be careful not to spit out the bones of this old thing." Lei Gongzui parted the crowd, his coat hung on his shoulders, and he stood with legs apart opposite the strong man's head. "Brother understands people. As soon as you open your mouth, it is Sanlichang. There is my lifeblood, so don't give it to me. He will do whatever he wants." "Want to eat big knife noodles?" The strong man glanced at Lei Gong's hard nipples. "as one pleases." "It's the hero who cut off your black copper plate, and it's over." The strong man tapped his chest with his fingertips, "Brother, I don't talk about two rivers." Lei Gong took a deep breath, and there was a black and bright Tian character indented on his belly.Tighten the black girdle and stuff it with your head.Stretching out a hand, "--knife." Lei Gongzui pinched his own nipple with his fingertips, lowered his head, took the dagger and gestured, the hard purple-black nipple immediately softened in his hand, and instantly became pale, surrounded by a bowl-sized blue nipple. aperture.The red shreds of meat in the knife edge smiled and beat unhurriedly with the heart, and every time it trembled, a mouthful of blood spit out, and four or five streams flowed to the waist. "--let people go." "You kid is alone, how old are you? Take it!" Lei Gongzui turned around abruptly, pointed at the person coming with his seven-inch finger, his thick braid swayed left and right, he raised his head proudly and sneered out the snake letter.Lei Gongzui's eyes spurted out poison: "Brother, I haven't walked past the pier, so I can tell the difference between five yin and six yang. If you have mussels in your crotch, go back to the cabin as a cushion; if you can stand up a sea cucumber and dry it, according to the rules of the people in the river, brothers will accompany you." You talk in water!" Lei Gongzui dropped the knife, untied his black silk girdle and laid it flat on the beach, took off his coarse trousers, and walked towards the river naked, his two firm buttocks took turns provoking the world.Qiang Rentou followed behind him and plunged into the river. For specific fighting scenes, you can refer to the thirty-eighth chapter of "Water Margin"-"Timely Rain Meets God Xing Taibao, Black Whirlwind Fights the Waves Li Baitiao".You must have noticed that there is an inherent complementary relationship between this incident and the plot of "Water Margin", but the divination and prophecy between them is unclear. A vicious fight in the river was resolved when the sun came out of the river, and the faces of the two heroes who came ashore kept turning pale.He opened his mouth wide and panted, his face was like a snail, and all that was left was a dark mouth. Lei Gong spit out the yellow water by the side of Qiang Ren's head, bowed his waist and wobbled to prop himself up, his chest was like a monster with a crooked face, his right eye was tightly closed and his left eye was wide open, shining golden light in the morning light, deterring the Holy Spirit as follows The one-eyed King Kong of all disasters. "With Lei here, the pier has to be called Gongzui Port."