Chapter 660 57. Old Dal
Old Dal is a woodcutter and has been dealing with trees for half his life.
He has a son who will inherit his profession in the future and become a glorious woodcutter.
It is no exaggeration to say so. You know, Yiwen City is surrounded by Swan Lake. If you want to go out, you have to take a boat or walk more than ten miles. City residents do not need to burn firewood for heating, but they always have to cook. A pound of firewood here is half as expensive as outside.
But if something is profitable, businessmen will swarm around it like flies that smell carrion.
Firewood is getting more and more expensive, but it has nothing to do with the woodcutter. The money goes into the pockets of the merchants.
Other woodcutters were complaining and dissatisfied, but Old Dahl was content - because he had a happy family.
The two offshore boats could no longer see the lakeside. They stopped rowing, but the boats still floated forward, as if a force was pulling them deeper into the lake.
Mist filled the silent lake, and it seemed that there were only two boats left in the world...or four.
Two small boats loaded with treasure chests, piles of gold coins, and bright gems sailed out from the depths of the fog, approaching Lao Dal and Pumi.
Old Dahl loudly told Pumi that it was a lie, but Pumi could no longer listen. He stepped on the side of the ship and rushed towards the treasure ship in slow motion.
The treasure ship suddenly seemed to be a whole, opening a hole in the treasure pile, catching Pumi who jumped into his mouth, and made a satisfied swallowing sound.
But everything disappeared because of the weirdness, oh, just like before my eyes.
His family drowned in the Swan Lake while escaping from Lost City: his wife was pushed out of the lake by the fleeing crowd, and his son tried to reach out to pull her up, but was pulled down by the panicked mother. They were right on the shore, and as long as someone held a branch, they could pull the mother and son up, but the road was in a mess, and their cries for help were drowned out by the crowd. When Old Dal rushed over, they had already drifted to the Swan Lake. Deep in the depths, a few inconspicuous splashes of water stirred up and turned into small whirlpools...
Old Dahl did not blame his wife. He fell into a lake when he was young and knew that drowning people would cling to whatever they could. Anything to live in. He can only blame these damn weird things for turning the beautiful Lost City into what it is!
The swaying empty wooden boat floated on the lake. Perhaps at the last moment, all Pumi could think about was grabbing a handful of gold coins from the mountain of gold coins.
Beside the lake, Annan regretted Pumi's death, and then asked the painter: "Can the things you drew become reality?"
"No."
Pumi He died tragically at the first level, but luckily Old Dahl was still alive.
He didn't even look at the passing treasure ship, letting it drift into the thick fog.
Strangely enough, the unmanned little wooden boat floated in place, while the little wooden boat carrying Old Dahl was still drifting alone into the depths.
The fog on the lake became thicker and thicker, and the visibility was less than a hundred yards... so when the boat carrying the beautiful blond girl appeared, it was about to hit it.
The brilliant long golden hair, the gauze draped on the skin as delicate and white as suet, passing by with an unforgettable fragrance and reluctant eyes, Old Dal still thought, if his son still If you are alive and see this scene, you will definitely be unable to walk...
"No." The artist said while drawing.
"I haven't asked anything yet." Annan said innocently.
The boat carrying the blond girl disappeared into the thick fog, while Old Dahl was still drifting deeper into the lake.
The only thing Old Darl felt sorry for was his sister... She was seriously ill and needed money for treatment. Originally, they were planning to go to her and help her with treatment, but all the money disappeared with the death of his wife and son.
Fortunately, he can still make up for it now. Ten gold nuggets... are enough to treat their illnesses.
That was an honest kid, so Old Dar was a little apologetic.
He will come even if there is no commission. A new boat floated over, and the cabin was filled with expensive magic scrolls, potions, and staffs like a pile of debris.
Old Dahl knew these were false, even if they were true...
"These can't resurrect my wife and son."
He let Article 3 The boat floated past, and this old body contained a determined soul.
Because of a rumor.
The rumor says that there is a cruel and kind monster in Swan Lake. It inflicts cruelty on the greedy and leaves kindness to the kind.
The weird one will seduce those who appear with treasure, beauty and power, but if you persist until the end, it will grant you a wish.
No one knows when the rumors started to spread. They only know that countless gold diggers have come one after another, but no one has passed the test. Of course, gold diggers are all guys who regard wealth as their lives. How could they resist those temptations? .
So Old Dahl joined the gold diggers. He never went into the city, but stayed by the Swan Lake to observe and watch other gold diggers try their luck. Some of them were swept away by the shadow tentacles before they encountered the weird one, and some unlucky guys didn't pay attention to the water leakage in the boat and drowned a few hundred yards offshore.
Looking at their miserable situation, Old Dahl would think back to what he saw that day and regret why he was not with his wife and son
"What a Swan Lake, this should be called Cannibal Lake!" Old Dahl thought angrily.
There have been no new boats around for a while, and the foggy lake is as quiet as a deep mirror, without any sound...
Crash——
The clear sound of water came from the depths of the mist, and the spreading ripples got closer and closer.
As if feeling something, Old Dar raised his head and stared in the direction of the ripples.
"Noble man, your strong will has passed the test, so what do you want..." The sound of the tidal water converged into an obscure whisper.
Old Dahl stood up from the boat excitedly: "Please return my wife and son to me!"
"Is this your wish..."
The tidal sound spoke of a small boat emerging from the fog.
There were two figures on the boat. Old Dahl's eyes were blurred with tears, and he stared blankly at the woman and boy standing on the boat.
"Dal, we are resurrected, please take us over."
The two boats were getting closer and closer, and the woman stretched out her hand to Old Dahl.
Old Dahl stretched out his hand to his wife.
Just when the two hands with wrinkles and gray spots were about to touch each other, his wife and son suddenly fell backwards - the boat under their feet opened its ferocious mouth, and the old man Dahl swallowed it whole.
The unmanned boat rocked on the lake, and the anthropomorphic weirdness that returned to its original state squirmed. "Old Dahl" appeared between his wife and son, waving to Annan and the others on the distant shore.
Seemingly seeing no reaction from them, Weiwei gave up and continued to lure, and disappeared into the thick fog with the old Dahl family standing together.
At least in the last moments of his life, Old Dahl stayed with his family.
(End of this chapter)