Chapter 10: The Divine Authority of Hai Yu

  A Fei's previous life was by the sea, he learned to swim at a young age. Although not an athlete, he could generally stay in the water for several hours without sinking quickly. But he didn't expect that as soon as he fell into the sea, despite hugging the broken mast tightly, he still rushed straight to the bottom of the sea...

  "What's weighing me down so heavily!" Luckily, he was still clear-headed and quickly reached into his bundle to pull out the large bag of copper coins and handed it over. As they say, "no money means no progress", but when it's time to let go, you have to let go, or else you'll lose your life!

  The southeast wind blew and blew, Ah Fei hugged the mast and drifted, finally drifting ashore at dawn on the second day. What came with the wind and waves was not just him, but also a dozen or so corpses.

  Lying on the beach, panting heavily, it was not easy to recover. Ah Fei untied his bundle and took out all the things to dry them. What he cared most about was that letter. Fortunately, at this time, the letter was written on wooden slips, two pieces of wood were tied together with a rope. Now opening it up for a look, the words are slightly blurred, should be no big deal - "Fortunately, it's not the paper of later generations, otherwise it would have been completely soaked".

  He gathered his things, A Fei shouldered his pack, stood up, and staggered over to a corpse, kicking it twice with his leg - "Hmph, not moving, completely dead." He bent down and started stripping the clothes. Of course, he didn't have any special hobbies, nor did he really want to strip the person naked, but rather just search for anything useful - such as dry rations, money, weapons, mobile phones...

  Alas, this era doesn't even have mobile phones, and I don't know where I've drifted to. Is there a residence nearby? Is there a town...

  After flipping for half a day, he gained nothing and angrily kicked the corpse twice. Then his next target was found - a string of copper coins wrapped around the waist, which had already scattered more than half, leaving only thirty or forty pieces - "It's really a model of giving up one's life but not one's wealth, worthy of my generation's respectful scolding." But it's strange that this guy didn't sink to the bottom and was still floating, could it be because his belly fat was too thick? While thinking wildly, he unceremoniously untied those copper coins and stuffed them into his own bag.

  The third corpse was none other than the poor owner of the Qian ship, who had drunk a bellyful of water and died with his mouth and eyes open. Ah Fei silently bowed to him, reached out to help close his mouth and eyelids - then continued to peel off, still getting nothing, so he kicked again twice.

  As he reached the fourth corpse, he had just lifted his leg when, unexpectedly, the corpse suddenly came to life. With a flip of its left hand, it firmly grasped Ah Fei's ankle and gave a light tug, sending him tumbling over. This shock was no small matter; Ah Fei wasn't afraid of ghosts or monsters - he didn't even believe in God, so why would he believe in such superstitions? The only thing was that this guy's strength was a bit too great, and he didn't want to be the one being stripped instead!

  Just as he plucked up the courage to sit up from the ground, wanting to make a run for it, that iron-like huge hand still tightly grasped his ankle, making it difficult for him to move. Looking again at the corpse also sat up, stared at him with one eye and asked: "So it's Young Master Yang, what do you want to do?"

  "You, you, you recognize me?"

  "We were on the same boat, and I've heard the owner call out to him before." It turned out that he was a young man with a sturdy build, his height not below average. He had a robust physique, with broad shoulders and a strong back, his hands as thick as a palm-leaf fan. His hemp clothes were soaked through with water, clinging to his body and revealing a rugged, muscular physique. His face was square-shaped, with thick eyebrows and piercing eyes, a straight nose and a wide mouth, and a short, stubby beard under his chin. But judging from his accent, he didn't seem to be from the Luoyang region.

  "Yang Guozi, alias Yang Kaitai, may I ask for your instructions?" Ah Fei asked boldly.

  The young man finally let go, wiped the water droplets from his face, and bowed to answer: "I dare not, I am a person of Le'an, surname Shi, name Yi, courtesy name Boru." As he spoke, he looked around left and right: "Are we the only two who escaped the disaster?"

  "It's hard to say," Ah Fei shrank his neck, staring at Shi Yi's movements while slowly getting up, "Originally thought Brother Shi you also..." He was about to go check the next corpse - someone was watching, so it wasn't good to strip and search the body again. But he instinctively felt that this Shi Yi Shibo Ren was a bit dangerous, so it was better to keep a distance.

  But just as he took a step, Shi Yi suddenly stood up straight, stretched out his hand and pressed down on his shoulder. Ah Fei felt like Mount Tai was pressing down on him, and he involuntarily fell to the ground - "You, what are you doing!" Shi Yi pressed him to the ground, while also crouching down himself, and whispered in his ear: "Be quiet, someone's coming?" "What if someone comes...""They all have blades in their hands!"

  A Fei plucked up the courage to look up and gaze into the distance, and indeed saw six big men sauntering over. It was already November, and the weather was cold, especially by the sea where the north wind was biting, but those six people were all wearing only a short-sleeved hemp garment, revealing their muscular arms, and below the waist they were wrapped in just one loincloth, with two hairy legs exposed, barefoot and shoeless. Each person held a ring-headed knife in their hand, which although not of the best quality, was polished to a bright shine, reflecting the morning sun's rays.

  Shi Yi pressed down on Ah Fei's head, and the two of them lay on the beach pretending to be dead. Unfortunately, those six men were heading straight for the beach, getting closer and closer, and their loud voices could already be heard.

  "Right? After such a heavy rain, there must be some people stranded on this beach."

  "Alright, let's search them thoroughly for any valuables - I've heard that rich people like to roll up gold into thin sheets and hide it on their bodies. If we find one, we'll be set for life!"

  "A Fei thought to himself: "What a poor and strange imagination... If his body was really wrapped in gold, could he still float ashore? He would definitely sink to the bottom." But thinking of the copper coins he had just put into his own bundle, he couldn't help but feel a bit uncertain."

  "What if they're all poor devils?" a big fellow asked, "Wouldn't we be making this trip for nothing? We might as well go to the eastern town and rob some merchants, extorting some copper coins from them."

  "It's just a poor devil," someone replied with a laugh, "but even a poor devil has a bit of flesh on his bones. At least for the next few days we won't go hungry, hahaha!"

  I'm relying on these bandits, aren't they really cannibals? Ah Fei felt a chill run down from the back of his head to his five internal organs, and almost wet his pants.

  Judging from the sounds, these guys have arrived nearby. Following that were rustling noises, seemingly the sound of searching bodies. After a short while, someone suddenly shouted: "This one is still alive!" Immediately after were the sounds of blades entering flesh, the mournful cries before death, and the bandits' loud laughter of "Haha".

  A Fei felt the pressure on his shoulders suddenly disappear, and he involuntarily raised his head to see Shi Yi rise into the air like a flying bird, pouncing towards a large man not far away...

  A Fei never knew that a person's explosive power could reach such an astonishing and shocking degree, although he had watched many martial arts movies in his previous life, where there were all sorts of impossible feats that defied the laws of physics, but this was fundamentally different from real explosive jumping, at least in terms of visual effect.

  "Is this guy doing a standing jump or a pole vault? How can he be so high..." Ah Fei only felt dizzy, and then saw Shi Yi leap two meters high, spanning five meters far, instantly appearing in front of his opponent. The big man's ring-handled knife was still stuck in a corpse, unable to pull it out, instinctively raising his left hand to block his face. Shi Yi kicked out with one foot while in mid-air, and all that could be heard was a "crack" sound, as if bones were breaking, at the same time the big man spun around and flew backwards, his entire head buried deep into the sand.

  The rest of the men were shocked and rushed over with their weapons. They saw Shi Yi lightly land on the ground, pull out the ring-headed knife from the corpse, and without turning his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he made a reverse slash, and one of the big men's head fell to the ground. At this time, another big man had rushed to his front, raised his knife to chop, but was punched by Shi Yi with a powerful fist, hitting the enemy's chest, shattering his breastbone, and caving in his chest. The knife, although still slashing down due to inertia, had already lost its strength, and Shi Yi shrugged his shoulder, causing the knife to fall to the ground.

  Another three big men rushed closer, seeing this scene, they couldn't help but flee in all directions. Shi Yi threw out his long knife with his right hand, hitting one of the big men's back heart, while his body flipped backwards in the opposite direction, and in mid-air, he turned around, exerting great force to punch, almost crushing one of the big man's head into his skull. All his movements were smooth and uninterrupted, as if he had planned it out beforehand and practiced countless times, only after defeating the enemy did he grab the corpse and throw it with all his might at the last big man.

  The last big Han was hit in the back of the head by his companion's corpse, and he flew out more than five meters forward with a "plop" sound into the sea.

  A Fei was thoroughly shocked, this punch hit the flesh, one move and one kill, I rely on even Ye Wen didn't have such a fierce move! He only felt his legs go weak, and there was a bit of heat in his crotch...

  Shi Yi blinked and killed six people in an instant, then jumped back and landed beside A Fei. A Fei was so scared that he covered his head with both hands and cried out: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

  Shi Yi had just stretched out his hand, and he was shaking all over, his crotch even hotter and wetter. Fortunately, Shi Yi only lightly patted his shoulder: "Yang brother, don't be alarmed, these bandits are inhuman, I killed them on purpose, how could I have the intention of harming innocent people?"

  A Fei slowly lowered his hands from his head, staring blankly at Shi Yi: "You... you... what was your name again?"

  "My name is Shi Yi."

  "You're really called Shi Yi? You... you... are so formidable..."

  If this isn't called heroism, but rather... for example, Diwu, Xu Chu, Zhang Fei and the like, I reckon even Zhang Fei wouldn't be so shocked. Who would have thought that a nobody could be so formidable? Then what about those fierce generals who roamed the battlefields during that era? Must they have been strong to such an extent? One sword cutting down a whole row, one spear piercing through a whole camp? It turns out that what the ancient books said, "In a million-strong army, taking the head of the commander-in-chief", wasn't exaggeration, but true stories!