According to the tradition of Kowloon Island, the iron cage sunk in the sea must be fished out after a day and night to observe the instructions of the sea god.
Of course, the actual operation did not have to wait for 24 hours. The next day, at dawn, the islanders gathered at the beach again.
Ning Fengquan led several representatives of the islanders onto the trestle.
The sun had just risen over the sea level in the east, and the sea and sky in the distance were as red as fire.
The sun shone slantingly, leaving their long shadows on the trestle.
The executioner was waiting at the end of the trestle.
Ning Fengquan patted him on the shoulder and asked, "How are you doing? Did you have anything going on last night?"
"It's okay." The executioner said confidently, "My brothers kept watching without closing their eyes."
Ning Fengquan nodded and said: "Then let's raise the cage."
The executioner agreed, jumped on the deck, and together with the crew, stirred the noose on the ship and pulled up the anchor chain bit by bit.
The anchor chain rubs against the deck, and the sound is completely different from when it fell yesterday. Falling down is pleasant, but pulling up is slow and harsh.
For some reason, people's hearts were in their throats, as if they were afraid that what was being pulled up was an empty cage.
James' calmness before sinking into the sea made Ning Fengquan always worried.
So they put extra people on the ship to guard the anchor chain.
It was a calm night, nothing happened.
Now, just pull up the cage and you should be able to see James' body.
Soon, the friction between the anchor chain and the deck was interrupted by the sound of rushing water.
The cage was pulled up from the sea.
Ning Fengquan breathed a sigh of relief.
James was in the cage, kneeling on his knees, with his back hunched and his head lowered. He didn't know whether he repented sincerely in this posture before he died, or whether he was frozen like this by the sea water.
The flames in the sky became so hot that the whole sea seemed to be burning.
At this time, something strange happened.
James in the cage actually moved.
He slowly raised his head and straightened his spine.
Ning Fengquan saw a smile on his face.
His pair of black-rimmed glasses were still on the bridge of his nose, and his piercing eyes could be seen through the lenses.
The wet hair did not make him look embarrassed, but made him look more free and easy.
His hands were clasped in front of his chest with the fingers intertwined.
Ning Fengquan was startled.
How can it be?
How can this be!
A person cannot survive under any circumstances if he sinks at the bottom of the sea for a whole day and night.
This anchor chain is specially made and lengthened for sinking into the sea.
In such a cold deep sea, even a master cannot hold on for long. It is impossible for him to survive day and night, unless he is not a human being.
James stood up slowly.
There were iron chains on his hands and feet, which clattered as he moved.
The people on the shore looked at this scene in stunned silence.
People can't believe that they actually saw someone sinking into the sea but not dying in their lifetime.
This shows that this person has received the blessing of Poseidon. Poseidon will not let him die.
Since the Poseidon wouldn't let him die, the islanders of Kowloon Island naturally had no reason to make things difficult for him anymore.
James let go of his hands, and a cross fell from his hands and dangled on his chest.
He looked at Ning Fengquan with a smile: "Island Master Ning, can you let me go now?"
Ning Fengquan was very reluctant, but according to the rules of Kowloon Island, he had no reason not to let him go.
He waved his hand.
The executioner stepped forward, unlocked the cage, and helped James untie the chains on his hands and feet.
James got out of the cage and stood on the deck with his head held high.
The rising sun in the east parted the red clouds, and the sunlight shone on his soaked suit, reflecting brilliant light. Looking from a distance, it was like a god descending.
The islanders were silent.
Yesterday, they tried the sanctimonious guy in front of them with great passion, declared him a murderous demon, and drowned him in the sea.
Poor Ya Ya has just been taken back by her mother and is being raised like a living dead. A Mei's body is still parked in the hospital on the island. It was planned to wait until James' death was confirmed today before being buried at sea.
But now, James was not dead, and he walked out alive from the iron cage that had been sunk all night.
What should they do?
Nothing like this has happened in hundreds of years.
James said to Ning Fengquan: "Thank you." His tone was gentle and elegant, but there was a bit of pride on his face.
Ning Fengquan said with hatred: "Don't be complacent, the sea water can't drown you, but I can kill you and avenge the daughters on the island!"
James looked a little disdainful, smiled and said, "Do you know why I didn't die?"
"Why?"
"Because your judgment is wrong. God does not want me to die, and God's will explains everything. I did not kill people, on the contrary, I was saving them."
"Nonsense!" Ning Fengquan said angrily.
But he knew that the islanders on the shore must be shaken in their hearts at this moment.
"According to the rules of your Kowloon Island, those who sink into the sea and survive are those who have been protected by God. You can no longer kill me, and you are not qualified to judge me, right?" James said proudly.
Ning Fengquan felt very aggrieved and wanted to slap the foreigner into a meat pie. But he couldn't do this.
As James said, the people on the island have no right to deal with a person who sinks into the sea but survives and is blessed by God. This is a rule passed down from our ancestors.
He could not kill James again. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to God and his ancestors.
And James sank in the sea for a day and a night and survived, which is indeed a bit unexpected. It was not the will of God, so what else can explain it?
Ning Fengquan would rather have James run away and salvage an empty cage. That would be better than what he is doing now. There is nothing more aggrieved than this.
James laughed.
"Not only can you not deal with me, you must also respect me like a god. Those who sink into the sea and survive are the representatives of gods and the incarnations of gods. You should serve me like you serve gods. This is also the rule of Kowloon Island, I said
Right?"
His voice was not loud, but it reached the shore clearly and everyone heard it.
People were silent.
Only the sound of waves gently lapping against the rocks echoed in the early morning sea breeze.
No one knows what to do next.
Yaya, Ami, Alita...
They are all the most beautiful girls on the island, their own children, and their lively faces are still alive in people's hearts.
They were ruined, killed, disemboweled, and abandoned at sea.
How can James’ crime be forgiven?!
However, he has already been judged and has sunk into the sea for a day and a night.
God has blessed him, and the rules of his ancestors have blessed him.
There is nothing the islanders can do against him. James can continue to stay on the island and show off in the market, and the people on the island must treat him as a god.
James stepped onto the trestle from the deck, facing the eastern sun, and sang a hymn:
"The light of your face rises from the darkness, and the sky is covered with colorful clouds. Facing your fire, the world is filled with joy... You make the stars recede, and you make the earth bright. You are the king of the gods. Facing your fire,
We go to eternal life..."
As he sang his prayers, a huge sun rose over the sea.
People discovered that the sun seemed much larger than usual.
And James, a silhouette sank in the rays of the sun. Surrounding the black silhouette was a circle of golden divine brilliance.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded:
"I'm not from Kowloon Island. I don't care about the rules of Kowloon Island. I can kill you."