"Rubin, are you going out?" On the dock, Rubin's friend kept persuading him, and the other party pulled the rope desperately. "Do you know what's on the sea? Do you want to die?"

"Valke, let go." Rubin let go of the fishing net to grab the rope ring wrapped in the stake. "Let go, I can't stand it anymore. I have to go out to sea."

"I won't let go. Do you want me to watch my friends die?" Valk said loudly. The dock was empty and the lively scenes were gone. Occasionally, a few fishermen who were hesitating and hesitating by their fishing boats looked at them with sad eyes when they heard Valk's shout. Each of them had a struggle exactly like Rubin on their faces. "I can't do it!" Valk refused to let go even if he died.

"Then you just pretend you didn't see me today."

"How is this possible?" Valk begged, "You will die, Rubin."

Rubin pulled hard and snatched the rope. "I only know that if I don't go out to sea, my wife and I will starve to death!" He shouted helplessly, "What should I do? God kills you, that woman, except for asking for this and that, she keeps asking us for this and that! What about us? We have nothing! We are almost starving to death-"

"Rubin!" Valk shouted loudly, trying to overturn his voice. The former looked around in fear, feeling anxious. "Shh, whisper, at least don't say it here."

Rubin stomped his feet in anger, and the fishing boat kept shaking. "Look, it's dead anyway." He whispered, "Being hung up and assassinated, or being eaten by sea monsters! I might as well die at sea!"

"Anyway, don't go, Rubin." Valke begged, "What if you die, your wife, your children, will they do? How can they survive without you?"

Rubin stopped when he packed the fishing net. "I don't know, Valk." He lowered his head and said sadly, "I really don't know. I try not to think about the future. That's too far away. I'm just thinking about whether we have tomorrow."

"Rubin, I still have some dried fish in my house - we can hold on for a while."

"But what after that? What if the sea monsters are still on the sea? What should we do then?" The series of rhetorical questions made Valk not know how to answer. "Valk, your house is not much better than me, so keep it. I have to go." He grabbed the oars and knocked on the rubber pads hanging on the dock with the blades. The fishing boat began to slowly leave.

"Rubin, you idiot!" Valk shouted angrily.

The fishing boat carried Rubin, and the distance between Valk was gradually widening. He lowered his eyes and said to him, "Valk, as far as I see, the person who starved to death is an idiot."

"Have you made up your mind? I can't stop you. But I will pray for you. I'll wait for you to come back."

"Pray, Valk, pray hard."

"You should pray for yourself at sea, Rubin, no matter who you are."

Rubin looked up at the clear and cloudless sky. The sun had just jumped out of the sea. It was a good weather for going out to sea, but his heart was heavy, restlessness and despair filled his chest. Only a will push him to wave his stiff arms and slide the oars. Who else could he pray to? Gods, that ugly woman, or the sea monster? No one could protect them anymore. "Pray for me, Valk." He said, waving the oars with all their strength. "I don't remember the prayer anymore."

The fishing boats gradually faded away.

Behind Valk, all the fishermen pursed their lips, but the pain in their eyes became more painful. They had watched too many people go out stubbornly, but in the end they all went away and never returned.

When there was only a vast open sea left around Rubin looked around, fear in his heart came like a tide, shaking the last line of defense in his heart and occupying his chest. His hands and feet were trembling, and he was sitting on the boat, unable to untie a knot on the rope. He almost wanted to go back immediately! When he grabbed the oar, he pressed down the devilish impulse. He had to catch fish, he had to bring back food, otherwise their family would starve to death. Compared with the instinct of survival, what is fear?

So Rubin took a deep breath, and he barely dragged the fishing website up and used all his strength to sprinkle the fishing net out. The fishing net slowly sank into the water, taking advantage of this gap. Rubin straightened his back and looked up at the sky. It was noon, which was not a good time to fish, but he still couldn't stop praying, hoping that the first net he sprinkled would have a great harvest, and then he could quickly leave this ghost place.

There was a dead silence around him. Every time a second stayed, Rubin felt as if he had taken another step towards death. The scorching sun was hanging high above his head, but he was trembling. He stared at the sea, felt the weight in his hand, and kept saying "Hurry up, hurry up" in his heart. He wished a large group of fish would drill into the fishing net immediately.

The long wait almost seemed to have killed Rubin. So much so that when the fishing net he was holding in his hand became heavy, he was almost pulled into the sea. However, his mood improved because of this. He cheered and dragged the fishing net hard. Rubin thought that he had indeed come right. No one dared to go out to sea to catch fish for a long time. The fish came back and there were more fish. He could go back soon.

The fishing net was gradually pulled away from the water by him, and he was looking forward to his harvest with joy.

The fish rolled out white splashes, and the white belly showed that he had achieved a great harvest today. Rubin couldn't stop smiling. While pulling up the fishing net, he happily thought about how he should allocate such a big harvest. How much can it be sold? He calculated in his mind that the toys his son wanted, the clothes his wife wanted, the family had to prepare some food for storage, and some to Varick. After all, he was for my own good... Thinking of this, Rubin's heart that had just been put down was raised again, and his smile frozen on his face. The chill prompted him to speed up.

He felt that this net was heavier than every net he had sprinkled in his more than thirty years of fishing experience. He could hardly drag the net out of the water. Was it really the goddess of luck that began to favor me? He held his breath, shouted, and dragged the fishing net onto the boat. Rubin sat on the deck, gasping happily.

After a while, when he breathed slightly, Rubin turned over and climbed up and walked to the bulging fishing net. A strong smell surrounded him, but he regarded it as the supreme and wonderful fragrance.

He took a deep breath and untie the fishing net. He had to throw the fish into the cabin filled with sea water before they died. The sun was too big, and he was worried that the fish would be very necrotic and smelly. Such fish could only be thrown away and could not be sold. He quickly untie the fishing net with both hands and threw all his fears out of the sky.

The fish swung its tail and jumped around, just like his mood, jumping around. He felt that his dark life was full of sunshine, and his head, which was oppressed by despair, could be lifted up again. Valk, this was the right choice. He said in his heart, instead of relying on it, begging God's help like a beggar. Those guys were vampires, and they would not have anything but killing people. He thought angrily and completely untied the fishing net. Then-

He noticed something strange.

Below the pile of fish, there was a swollen, pale and purple-like leg. Rubin felt the hair on the back of his neck was standing upside down, his whole body was cold, and he almost forgot to breathe. He swallowed his saliva, which was thunder in his ears. He trembled and stretched out his hand, grabbed the fishing rod next to him and touched the leg carefully. The leg was not moving. He relaxed a little, took a few deep breaths - this time he felt that the stinky corpse gas deep into his lungs - he mustered up the courage and swept away the fish piled on the leg. Only then did he find that the fish seemed to have died long ago, and fell on the board like ice. Rubin thought of the terrible scene. He looked around in despair and found that he had no way to escape.

The corpse lay on its back among fish scales.

Rubin was stunned for a long time, fear that made people unable to think. He didn't know how his fishing net could net a corpse, but he knew that he could never leave the latter on the boat. "I don't want to die, I don't want to die." He murmured as if he was about to collapse. He grabbed the oar, held back the stench of the corpse, and tried hard to pry the body, just to push the latter into the sea.

The corpse moved inch by inch, and then... without warning, the swollen and smelly corpse opened its eyes.

He had a pair of blue eyes, like a flame burning in it, but it made people feel bone-cold, enough to freeze the body and even the soul. Rubin wanted to shout, but it was like an invisible hand that grabbed his neck. He couldn't breathe, let alone make even a little noise.

Rubin could only watch the body stiffly thrust his back, clumsyly getting up like a wooden man. His whole body was filled with swelling soaked in water, naked. His hair was draped behind his head, and his eye sockets were deep. The other party twisted his neck, and his bones made a terrifying sound. He stared at Rubin, and a chilling cold light oozed out from his eyes burning with blue flames.

Don't come, don't come. Rubin shouted silently. But the body could not hear his plea. He raised his feet and walked towards him. The slippery fish scales on the ground did not stop him, and the wooden barrels and wooden boards scattered on the board could not stop him. The boat was too small. The distance between him and Rubin could only be reached in a few steps. He could not move at all.

The body stood in front of Rubin and grinned at him.

The foul smell and bone-bone chill, as well as the fear of dying, made him close his eyes in despair. He regretted why he had not listened to Valke's persuasion. He felt a pair of cold and slippery hands replacing the invisible hands that had previously strangled his neck tightly, his fingers tightened, and the pain made him open his eyes involuntarily. He saw: countless tentacles like octopus stretched out from under the water, tightly entangled his boat, and amid a short moan, the fishing boat was stomped into pieces. The corpse sank to the bottom of the sea with him.
Chapter completed!