The tapping from the cabin was slow, but each tap felt like it landed on the hearts of the old fisherman and the others. Their breathing was rapid, their hearts pounding as if about to burst. Even more terrifying, the cabin door vibrated with each tap.

At that very moment, everyone could vividly imagine a corpse in pre-dynastic armor crouching behind the door of the low cabin, too short to stand upright in. It was raising a stiff arm and tapping the door, again and again.

Just imagining the horrifying scene was enough to instill terror. The old man was the first to rush forward, slamming his hand against the cabin door, then roaring at the others, "Hurry up! Are you all waiting to die?!"

His shout seemed to snap them out of it. One after another, they rushed over, using their hands, shoulders, and even their entire bodies to hold the cabin door shut, preventing whatever was inside from getting out.

They didn't know what was in the water, and even if they did, they probably couldn't do anything about it. But if they let the thing in the cabin out, everyone on the boat, without exception, would die!

"What do we do? What do we do?" The skinny man pressed his shoulder against the trembling cabin door, his face contorted with fear.

The old fisherman cursed inwardly. How was he supposed to know? This was everyone's first time. All they could do was take it one step at a time, praying for a miracle.

For him, the corpse in the cabin was certainly strange, but he had a feeling that the source of the trouble was the thing in the water.

What made him even more horrified was that the thing could change the direction of the underwater currents. He had never expected that. It had to be a behemoth.

He had heard the older fishermen say that there were many strange things in the Chun Shen Lake. People had seen huge black carp nearly ten feet long, and turtles as big as millstones. But the size of the thing below was clearly beyond comparison to those two. And it was said that the center of the lake was bottomless. Even the longest rope with a heavy weight could be swallowed. This was because there was a bottomless pit in the center of the lake, and no one knew where the other end of the pit led.

Furthermore, with a fisherman's intuition, he felt that the thing in the water wasn't just a big fish or turtle. It was something with sentience, no, something evil.

Judging from the sound of the boat being hit earlier, the old fisherman had a daring guess: there were probably many things similar to the corpse in the cabin gathered underwater. They had risen from the bottom of the lake, gathered under the boat, raised their wet palms, and were hitting the boat, again and again.

The thing in the cabin was likely dredged up in this way, using the fishing net in the cabin. In other words, this corpse was alive before it was hauled out of the water.

A living corpse, just thinking about it was despairing.

Suddenly, a flash of insight came to him. In this life-or-death situation, the old fisherman's mind was surprisingly clear. He thought of a question: since the corpse in the cabin had been dredged up, that meant someone had hauled it out, and those people had returned alive. Otherwise, how could the corpse have been lying obediently on the boat in the first place?

The old fisherman's eyes lit up. Since someone had succeeded, that meant it wasn't a dead end. Could they also cast a net and haul out another corpse? That way, perhaps they could leave. It was like some kind of ritual.

As he thought about it, more and more clues surfaced in his mind. The letter! The letter found in the cabin also said that the current would take them to their final destination. All they had to do was cast the net when they arrived at the location, and then no matter what the net caught, they shouldn't look, and immediately start the boat, and then do everything they could to move the boat towards the shore they remembered.

With that thought, the old fisherman didn't hesitate and immediately told everyone his guess. Although they were afraid, they really didn't have a better option, so they could only take a gamble.

Leaving the old fisherman and the bald man to hold the cabin door shut, the old man led the others to quickly run over, pull up the fishing net, and without daring to look down into the water, they shook it open and threw it down hard. Soon, the sound of the fishing net hitting the water came.

Next came the waiting. The waiting time passed extremely slowly, although everyone knew that it was almost entirely psychological. After what seemed like enough time, the old man and the others worked together and began to haul in the net. But contrary to what they expected, there was no struggle or pulling force from below the water. The fishing net was unmovable, completely unmovable.

The old man had spent half his life by the water. By the feel of it, he knew that the fishing net had snagged on the bottom, entangled with something unmoving, like a large, jagged rock on the bottom of the lake.

But how could there be any large rocks at this depth? The old man's hand trembled, and he instantly thought of the big thing underwater that could change the water currents. Could it be... that they had netted that thing?

It wasn't a big fish or a giant turtle, but an inanimate object?

Before the old man could figure it out, suddenly, the calm lake surface began to ripple. The ripples grew larger and larger, more and more exaggerated. The surface of the water seemed to be boiling, huge bubbles rose from the bottom of the lake and burst on the surface. The surging waves crashed against the boat again and again.

On the dark lake, their small boat was completely insignificant, only able to drift with the waves. Everyone on the boat didn't know what would happen next. One by one, they grabbed onto everything they could, praying in their hearts that the boat wouldn't capsize.

The old fisherman didn't forget his mission, and pressed hard against the cabin door, even pressing his face tightly against it. At that moment, a cool light gradually shone down, from behind the old fisherman. It was hard to describe the feeling. The light wasn't dazzling, but it was very mysterious, and it gave people a feeling of comfort, as if it could bring them liberation.

After a moment, all the surrounding sounds stopped, and the sound of tapping on the cabin door also disappeared. This cool light seemed to dispel all darkness and evil, bringing a sacred hope.

The bald man, who was close to the old fisherman, was also attracted by the light and turned his head. Then, as if he had seen an unimaginable scene, his mouth opened wide, and he began to tremble with excitement.

Originally, the old fisherman also planned to turn around and take a look, but just as he was about to turn his head, he suddenly realized something. The fog was still everywhere, so how did this cool light shine in?

Also, the light looked like moonlight, but tonight, he remembered clearly, there was no moon, the sky was pitch black!

The old fisherman's breathing quickened, and he shouted loudly, "You... don't look around! Turn your heads back!"

"What a round moon!"

"How beautiful!"

Everyone was praising, walking towards the direction where the moonlight was shining.