Although we know that if the boat is burned and someone jumps into the water, there will inevitably be casualties, but it is one thing to guess, but it is another thing to see the dead body.
I thought it was unlucky and wanted to avoid it, but after taking a glance, Zheng Yingci's expression changed.
He forced himself to stand up. At this time, his body felt uncomfortable, so he still staggered forward a few steps, hoping to see more clearly. Although he almost fell into the water, he ignored everything and stared at the dead body.
"Is this..."
The clothes on the floating corpse looked familiar, and Zheng Yingci was thinking about his own death, so his first reaction was that the corpse floating in the water was none other than himself!
But as I pressed my heart, my rationality returned, and I denied this speculation.
"The style is Confucian fir, but the workmanship is a little wrong."
Without it, a descendant of the Zheng family, who was born in an officialdom, has money in his family, is well-established, and has his own sense of style, how could he let his children wear ordinary fabrics?
Not to mention coarse cloth clothes, just ordinary silk and satin. If they are not carefully processed, the Zheng family will not let Zheng Yingci wear them. It will look as tacky as a merchant and landlord, which is degrading to one's status.
Zheng Yingci is wearing clothes now. The material is not ordinary, but the workmanship is actually more exquisite. There is a saying that authenticity can be seen in the details, and luxury can be seen in the low-key, that's it.
As for the clothes of the corpse floating in the water, at first glance, the material is similar to mine, but if you look closely, it is not.
But even though he could tell that this was not him, looking closely at the floating corpse made him feel uneasy.
"Although the work is not as good as mine, the materials are the same. Among the people participating in the chess match today, there are only a few who have clothes similar to mine. Among them is Ziyi. Could it be that the person in the water is one of them?"
Before Zheng Yingci could get closer to see what was going on, the corpse floating in the water was pushed by a gust of wind and waves, and came closer. The face that was originally facing the light also tilted towards Peng Gongdun.
Zheng Yingci fell to the ground after just one glance at her pale face that had not yet been swollen by blisters.
"Ziyi!"
Looking at that person's face, who could it be if it wasn't Chen Ziyi? Zheng Yingci suddenly lost her voice.
"How could it be you, why would it be you!"
With this look, how can there be any hope of rescue? Zheng Yingci could tell with just one glance that his friend was dead and had no chance of survival.
Thinking of how not long ago, he had made an appointment to go to a tea shop to listen to music, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them were separated from each other. This change made Zheng Yingci burst into tears and broke her heart.
This is not only crying about the death of a friend, but also a kind of sadness and anger in the chest. Although I don’t know why it arises, it is vented out. It makes everyone sad when hearing it and crying when seeing it.
As if in response to the screams, the wind in my ears also whimpered.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the depression dissipated a lot. Zheng Yingci finally woke up, wiped away her tears, and got up.
"There's someone over there!" Just as Zheng Yingci was about to fish out the body of his friend, a strange man's voice came from the lake.
Zheng Yingci looked up and saw a boat that could accommodate more than a dozen people. It was stopping at Penggong Dun, not far away. There were several people standing on the deck, all of them sturdy and with sharp eyes, looking towards it.<
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The moment their eyes met, Zheng Yingci trembled subconsciously, and several people showed obvious disappointment.
"No, damn it, let him escape!"
"He can't escape. He has been seriously injured. Even if he knows how to swim, how far can he swim? Someone has also set up a dragnet on the shore. He was discovered long ago when he got to the shore. He must still be in the water. Continue to investigate!"
"Damn it, when we chased him here, we found the boat on fire. He didn't even catch many people. He confuses our methods. Isn't his strength not exhausted yet?"
"Nonsense, even if you are not exhausted, you will die now - continue to pursue!"
"Yes!"
The boatman on the boat rowed the boat the next moment, and the boat rushed towards the lake against the wind.
Over there, the fire was still soaring into the sky, and more than a dozen ships were moored far or near, as if they were rescuing people.
"I wonder where Zhang Modong went, but is he still alive?"
"Although this is Peng Gong Dun, there is no one without a boat. I can't even try to fish out my friend. Do I need to call someone? It's a chaotic place right now. Even if there are people, I won't come here."
Taking a look at the lifeless floating corpse, Zheng Yingci's standing body fell to the ground and let out a long sigh.
Thinking that coming to Panlong Lake to participate in the chess match this time is an elegant thing. It doesn't matter whether he wins or loses. Both himself and Chen Ziyi actually regard today as an ordinary day. Who would have thought that this ordinary day,
Will this happen?
His head was in a mess. Zheng Yingci covered his face with one hand, feeling sad in his heart. The sad voice that had stopped started to sob again.
"What a fool."
At this time, someone behind the empty space sighed softly.
This sound startled Zheng Yingci. He leaned on his body and turned around to look around. He saw a middle-aged Taoist with an immortal spirit standing a few steps away.
This Taoist has a good appearance and outstanding temperament. He really looks like a virtuous master.
Zheng Yingci is not a fool. When he saw the Taoist here and said these words, he immediately guessed it.
"Excuse me, Master, but you saved me? Then, why did you..."
Why did you only save me? But when the words came to his lips, Zheng Yingci swallowed them down.
Wouldn't it be ungrateful to say it out loud?
But Zheng Yingci couldn't hide her discomfort when she came with her friends and was left alone. When she spoke, her eye circles turned red.
The Taoist looked at it with pity in his eyes.
"Could it be that you thought this was just an ordinary fire?"
"Isn't it?" Zheng Yingci looked at the Taoist in surprise, what does this mean?
"You mean, someone deliberately set the fire?" Zheng Yingci's face turned stiff. If that was the case, he would have to use his connections to find the murderer. With so many people dead, not to mention being cut into pieces, they would have to be executed in the afternoon.
I have such a bad breath.
The Taoist shook his head and sighed: "The great demon is raging. These scholars, who were originally destined to have a good destiny, and who may be able to win the imperial examination in the future, can all be broken at this time - have you remembered?"
It was obvious that the volume of the voice was just normal, but when the last sentence fell in Zheng Yingci's ears, it was like a thunderous "boom" that made Zheng Yingci's head buzz and hurt.
This pain is so familiar, and there seem to be many familiar and unfamiliar scenes flashing through my mind.
"Is that so?"
"Lord Dragon, it's in vain that you receive sacrifices from one party, but you stir up trouble and disregard human lives, just for a ridiculous game of chess!"
"Su Ziji, it's fine if you win. Why didn't you say a word when you came back? As long as you gave a little reminder, dozens of people on the ship would not have died - it was so hard for you to hide it!"
Zheng Yingci, who was holding his head and muttering to himself, was in great pain. When he opened his eyes again, hatred and unwillingness had flashed through him.
He has remembered everything that happened, the Shuifu chess game, and he and others have been to Shuifu, met the Dragon Lord, and even saw the big demon!
"Have you remembered?" Seeing Zheng Yingci stunned, the Taoist asked again.
Zheng Yingci was so excited by this question that she immediately bowed to the Taoist.
The Taoist raised his eyebrows: "Oh, what do you mean?"
Zheng Yingci knew that people with such methods must be extraordinary, so he said: "I have remembered it. I must avenge this. Taoist priest, please save me!"
"Oh, you have a great future. If you join my family, you will have to give it up. Are you willing to give it up?" The Taoist's eyes lit up and he asked lightly.
This question weighs as much as a thousand pounds. Zheng Yingci has been educated since he was a child. He went to pursue an official career, to be a wife and son, to glorify his family, and to be famous in history. Suddenly, he changed his name to Taoist. Although Taoist also had officials, it was already a side sect. For a time,
Zheng Yingci hesitated.
I just don’t know why, but a huge grievance hits my heart. It seems that someone else has deprived me of the most important opportunity in my life, and my whole heart is throbbing with pain.
They are all chess players and ordinary people, but only Su Ziji has the opportunity and the favor of Lord Long. Even Ye Buhui, a young girl, has great fortune?
On the other hand, I am a descendant of the Zheng family, a man of official origin, familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, and with a lot of knowledge in my heart. How can I endure being teased like this?
Immediately he kowtowed: "Disciple, if you are willing to give up, please ask Master to save me!"