Convergence

"Hold it!"

"We've got it! How's Master? Can you keep going?"

On the central boat, the water roared, and so did the people.

The vessel was a passenger boat, small in size, with only one wooden room for people to rest in. It was open on all sides, its frame supported by slender carved pillars and drafty lattice windows.

The room was furnished with carved tables, chairs, and screens. It was usually used for short sightseeing trips along the river.

Now, the screens had long since toppled, and the decorative vases and jars lay shattered across the floor. The torrential rain had already flooded the boat, and the windblown raindrops had soaked everything inside.

Zhao Mou held on to two corpses trying to jump overboard with one hand. He tied them up again with a rope and dragged them to the middle of the boat.

Several other corpses were still rolling around on the floor, struggling nonstop. They had been tied up with ordinary hemp rope, but their violent movements kept freeing them. Every so often, the others had to catch them and tie them up again.

The boat was tossed about by the wind and rain. Fortunately, the Immovable as a Mountain Curse protected it, keeping it steady. But Ren Yi, who was responsible for activating the curse, wasn't doing so well—he'd been holding on for far too long.

Ren Yi's face had visibly paled. He sat against the wooden wall of the boat, drained of strength, and the cloth covering his eyes had fallen away... He kept his eyes shut, seemingly relying on his hearing to follow what was happening.

The situation aboard was dire.

The six corpses... had all been brought aboard by the old man. He'd controlled them to walk onto the boat, then vanished just