169 White Ship
Although Gu Jun could not catch sight of the sun or even a wisp of a cloud, the sky was blindingly bright. The heaven stretched forth like a wiped-out canvas. The sea was still shrouded in mist, and the sea was surprisingly calm. There was nothing that suggested waves or aquatic activity. There was definitely something supernatural about the mist because whenever Gu Jun tried to look through it, the mist appeared impenetrable, but should he try to look up into the sky, the mist did not obstruct his line of sight at all. From the moment Gu Jun stepped onto the deck, it felt like he was transported to Neverland. With a little pixie dust and happy thoughts, he would lift himself up into the sky. However, the wooden floor of the deck under his feet felt real and concrete; it did not feel like he was dreaming.
Both he and Wu Siyu embarked onto the ship while carrying a ninety-seven automatic. They entered the ship with their backs against each other, covering the other’s blind spot as per their professional training. The barrels of the guns swept their surroundings.
The ship looked like a medieval era pirate ship. The spacious deck was quite deserted. There were three wooden masts, some lidless wooden barrels, sturdy-looking nylon ropes, and doors that appeared to lead deeper into the cabins. The cabin door was blackened from prolonged exposure to the elements. It was left half-ajar, so Gu Jun could see the shape of the stairs that led below.
“Okay,” Gu Jun said darkly, “it appears like we have officially landed in the dream world.”
“Why take all those things but leave the medical supplies for us?” Wu Siyu voiced the question out loud.
“I have no clue.” Gu Jun shook his head.
Without the gun in his grasp, the anxiety gripped at his heart. He was reminded of what Mr. Chandler had said in the watcher’s dairy, ‘It is a glorious world, but glory comes with its risks… Should you happen to be one of the chosen ones, heed this advice—do worry about bringing anything with you. You won’t want for anything there.’
“I blinked,” Wu Siyu said, “and he was there.”
The newcomer was an old man with a bushy beard. He wore an old burlap robe without any stylistic decoration that outlined his thin body. Even though the old man had a human face, he did not resemble any known human race. He had deep sunken eyes, a flat nose, and his gray beard dropped down to his chest. But the strangest features were the wrinkles that pleated his face. For a split second, Gu Jun thought he saw the wrinkles wiggle along his face like worms.
Gu Jun shot a look at Wu Siyu as he slowly turned his body around. He posed a question in Chinese. “Old sir, how do you do? Can you understand us?”
“In this world, communication is based on intention. As long as the speaker is willing to be understood, the listener will naturally understand.” The gray-bearded elder responded casually. The reply exemplified what the senior was saying perfectly because the old man was responding in some kind of unknown language. It did not resemble any human language, the foreign language, the zombie language, or the R’yleh language, but the pair found themselves understanding the elder perfectly. However, when they tried to reply in the same language, they found themselves unable to do so.
“Old sir, do you mind telling us who you are?” Gu Jun probed again.
“I guess you can see me as the captain of this ship. I am responsible for intercepting the travelers from different places.” The old man’s expression did not change. “So, where do you wish to go?”
Gu Jun thought for a while before saying, “Can we look at a map?”
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He wanted to get a quick understanding of this world’s geography.
With these thoughts bubbling in his mind, Gu Jun asked, “Old Sir, can you first show us what kind of items you have available first?”
“Of course.” And with that, the previously empty wooden barrels were suddenly filled with various items. Some barrels contained uniquely designed weapons. There were swords, blades, bows. Other barrels had food and alcohol. They gave off a delicious smell. Others had some tools like oil lamps and flintstones.
Gu Jun’s eyes were immediately drawn to one of the barrels that was overflowing with books, scrolls, and parchments of what looked like spells…
The other items might be valuable, but these writings were precious, and they were the stuff Gu Jun had been searching for all along. They could hold the secrets and answers to many of his questions. Gu Jun could feel his heart racing.
On the other hand, Wu Siyu’s eyes stayed glued to that barrel of food and wine.
“So,” the gray-bearded man asked with disinterest, “what do you wish for?”
Both he and Wu Siyu embarked onto the ship while carrying a ninety-seven automatic. They entered the ship with their backs against each other, covering the other’s blind spot as per their professional training. The barrels of the guns swept their surroundings.
The ship looked like a medieval era pirate ship. The spacious deck was quite deserted. There were three wooden masts, some lidless wooden barrels, sturdy-looking nylon ropes, and doors that appeared to lead deeper into the cabins. The cabin door was blackened from prolonged exposure to the elements. It was left half-ajar, so Gu Jun could see the shape of the stairs that led below.
“Okay,” Gu Jun said darkly, “it appears like we have officially landed in the dream world.”
“Why take all those things but leave the medical supplies for us?” Wu Siyu voiced the question out loud.
“I have no clue.” Gu Jun shook his head.
Without the gun in his grasp, the anxiety gripped at his heart. He was reminded of what Mr. Chandler had said in the watcher’s dairy, ‘It is a glorious world, but glory comes with its risks… Should you happen to be one of the chosen ones, heed this advice—do worry about bringing anything with you. You won’t want for anything there.’
“I blinked,” Wu Siyu said, “and he was there.”
The newcomer was an old man with a bushy beard. He wore an old burlap robe without any stylistic decoration that outlined his thin body. Even though the old man had a human face, he did not resemble any known human race. He had deep sunken eyes, a flat nose, and his gray beard dropped down to his chest. But the strangest features were the wrinkles that pleated his face. For a split second, Gu Jun thought he saw the wrinkles wiggle along his face like worms.
Gu Jun shot a look at Wu Siyu as he slowly turned his body around. He posed a question in Chinese. “Old sir, how do you do? Can you understand us?”
“In this world, communication is based on intention. As long as the speaker is willing to be understood, the listener will naturally understand.” The gray-bearded elder responded casually. The reply exemplified what the senior was saying perfectly because the old man was responding in some kind of unknown language. It did not resemble any human language, the foreign language, the zombie language, or the R’yleh language, but the pair found themselves understanding the elder perfectly. However, when they tried to reply in the same language, they found themselves unable to do so.
“Old sir, do you mind telling us who you are?” Gu Jun probed again.
“I guess you can see me as the captain of this ship. I am responsible for intercepting the travelers from different places.” The old man’s expression did not change. “So, where do you wish to go?”
Gu Jun thought for a while before saying, “Can we look at a map?”
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He wanted to get a quick understanding of this world’s geography.
With these thoughts bubbling in his mind, Gu Jun asked, “Old Sir, can you first show us what kind of items you have available first?”
“Of course.” And with that, the previously empty wooden barrels were suddenly filled with various items. Some barrels contained uniquely designed weapons. There were swords, blades, bows. Other barrels had food and alcohol. They gave off a delicious smell. Others had some tools like oil lamps and flintstones.
Gu Jun’s eyes were immediately drawn to one of the barrels that was overflowing with books, scrolls, and parchments of what looked like spells…
The other items might be valuable, but these writings were precious, and they were the stuff Gu Jun had been searching for all along. They could hold the secrets and answers to many of his questions. Gu Jun could feel his heart racing.
On the other hand, Wu Siyu’s eyes stayed glued to that barrel of food and wine.
“So,” the gray-bearded man asked with disinterest, “what do you wish for?”
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