Chapter 24 The Eight Waves and the Revenant

Alone in the sea! What does it matter!The boat doesn't stop.The wind is blowing, and the dark ship has its course to travel.It passes. The man died, and then appeared again, sinking and floating, floating on the water, he shouted and raised his hand, but no one heard his cry.As for the ship, tossed about in the hurricane, the men were busy working, and the sailors and passengers did not even look at the overboard man, whose poor head was but a drop in the ocean. He uttered a miserable cry from the depths.That sailing ship sailing away was a ghost!He looked at it, looked at it madly.As it went farther and farther away, the shadow of the boat gradually faded, and the hull of the boat gradually became smaller.He had been on the ship just now, one of the crew, moving up and down the deck with the rest, with his share of air and sunshine, and a living man.Now, what happened?He slipped and fell, and that was the end of it.

He was caught in a stormy sea.His feet can only step on the void, and can only sink.The waves torn apart by the wind surrounded him fiercely, with the crests and troughs taking him up and down, wisps of white hair flying above his head, bursts of turbulent waves spat at him, and the mouth of the huge waves swallowed him in half; Every time he sinks, he sees the dark abyss dimly, and strange plants he has never seen catch him, wrap around his feet, and pull him towards them; Part of the foam, the waves toss him back and forth; he drinks the bitter juice, and the ruthless waters are sure to drown him, and the vast country takes pleasure in his dying struggles.It was as if the water here had all the hatred for him.

But he still struggled, tried his best to defend himself, he cheered up and swam hard.His weak strength was exhausted at once, and he still struggled with the boundless waves. Where did the ship go?in front of.Where the water and the sky meet, where there is no light, it seems to be vaguely discernible. The strong wind was roaring, and the endless waves were rushing towards him.He raised his eyes, only to see the gray and dark color of Xingyun.He was dying to witness the madness of Haohai, which had put him in a desperate situation.He heard a strange sound that he had never heard before, as if it came from outside the world, from a terrible country that did not know where.

As there are many birds in the clouds, as there are angels above man's troubles.But what have they to do with him?They fly, sing, soar; as for him, he cries for death. He felt that he was buried by two vast and boundless things at the same time: the sea and the sky, one was the tomb and the other was the shroud. When night came, he had been swimming for hours, exhausted, and the boat, the distant boat with some people on it, was gone.He was alone in that terrible, twilight-shrouded abyss, he sank, he struggled, he writhed.Beneath him he felt some invisible monstrosity.He called. People are gone.Where is God?

He shouted, help!help!He kept shouting. There is nothing beside the water, and there is nothing in the sky. He cries out to the sky, to the waves, to the seaweed, to the rocks; they all fall on deaf ears.He appeals to the tempest; the strong tempest obeys only the commands of space. All around him was night, twilight, solitude, the turmoil of exile, the rising and falling waves.There was nothing but terror and exhaustion in his body.There was nothing but void beneath his feet.There is no place to stand.He thought of his body floating in that infinitely desolate gloom.The bottomless cold spring stiffened him.His hand convulsed, holding the void.Winds, clouds, swirls, hurricanes, useless stars!What should I do?The disappointed person has no choice but to obey the fate, and the poor person often sits and waits for death. He has to let it be, let it drift and no longer resist. Behold, he has since fallen into the gloomy abyss of destruction.

Oh, the unchanging itinerary of human society!How many souls and souls are lost in the way!Human society is a sea of ​​all those who are abandoned by the law!Worst of all there is no assistance!Oh, this is spiritual death! The sea is the general well from which cruel law throws its victims.The sea is boundless suffering. The mind that drifts in that abyss can become a corpse, and who shall revive it?