The Ghost Lake's Rule: No Smiths, No Exceptions - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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I walked straight to the bow.
"If the Smith doesn't come out today, we're all going to die here!"
The people who had just sat down in relief began standing up again.
The local man spoke up: "What's going on? Didn't you throw the Smith overboard? How can there still be another Smith?"
Just as I was about to answer, a fierce gust of wind suddenly struck.
Everyone was blown so hard they couldn't open their eyes, and some of the smaller people were knocked backward, unable to stand.
I grabbed the boat's railing and shouted: "Grab onto something heavy nearby and hold on!"
Everyone frantically grabbed whatever they could reach and didn't dare move.
The wind grew stronger and stronger, making the boat sway wildly and sending passengers tumbling in all directions.
Some people were actually blown into the air and could only cling desperately to the railings to avoid being swept away.
Marcus shouted over the wind: "Freya, this wind is too strange! If it keeps up, the boat will fall apart!"
Of course I knew the boat would fall apart.
I also knew this was a sign of the female ghost's rage.
I pulled another bottle of holy water from my bag and sprinkled it into the wind.
This was bad!
The fierce wind didn't let up at all—the holy water was completely useless now!
"Haha..."
Suddenly, a woman's laughter echoed from the dark lake water.
The sound was utterly eerie, as if it came from the depths of an abyss—deep, low, and bone-chilling.
"What was that sound?"
Marcus heard it too and looked at me in disbelief, clear panic in his eyes.
I nodded at him, my furrowed brow giving him his answer.
The female ghost was angry because the person we'd just thrown overboard wasn't named Smith.
She hated that we had deceived her, and deception was what she despised most!
"Hahahaha—"
The laughter was getting closer!
If the first laugh came from the depths of an abyss, this one seemed to come from right beneath our feet!
Everyone heard it and crowded together in the center of the boat.
Marcus was nearly in tears: "Freya, you've got to think of something!"
"What can I do! She became a ghost because of being deceived, and now that we threw the wrong person overboard, she thinks we lied to her. She's gone completely berserk—I can't control her. I don't even know if I can survive this myself!"
Hearing this, everyone's hearts sank.
"Then what do we do? I don't want to die—I'm only eighteen!"
"Mom! I shouldn't have snuck out against your wishes!"
"Damn it, am I really going to die today?!"
"My wife and kids are waiting at home—I can't die!"
I ignored their screaming and shouted: "The urgent thing now is to find the real Smith! Marcus, think again—were all the IDs correct?"
Tears were streaming down Marcus's face as he wailed: "I checked everyone three times—they were all right!"
Wait, if that man wasn't named Smith, why was he defending the Smith at every turn?
He must have had a close relationship with the Smith!
"Did Dex board alone or with someone else?"
Marcus looked confused: "I don't know. Tickets are sold individually. Whether he boarded with someone else—you'd have to ask the ticket office."
"There's no signal at all—where am I supposed to ask the ticket office!"
There really was no way.
I sighed deeply.
The wind grew more vicious, the lake waves were bigger than ocean swells, and the boat was really about to capsize.
"If the boat capsizes, we'll all die."
I looked up at everyone. "Did anyone see who Dex came with?"
Everyone was being tossed around, barely able to take care of themselves.
The scene was filled with nothing but crying and screaming—no one could hear what I was saying clearly.
There was no way to communicate like this.
I gritted my teeth.
I'd have to use that move.
After all, my own life was in mortal danger too, so I could only use delaying tactics first.
I pulled a small crucifix from my bag, gripped it in my palm, and made the sign of the cross on my chest.
"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I banish all evil forces."
With that, I pointed the crucifix toward the sky.
A golden light broke through the clouds directly above and shone straight down on the crucifix.
The wind died down, the waves gradually calmed, the boat stopped pitching, and everything slowly stabilized.
I shouted again: "Did any of you see who came with Dex!"
Everyone was still shaken, and hearing my voice, they all froze.
"I don't know—I boarded before him."
"I wasn't paying attention. Hey, did you see?"
"No, who cares about that?"
"I saw!"
"If the Smith doesn't come out today, we're all going to die here!"
The people who had just sat down in relief began standing up again.
The local man spoke up: "What's going on? Didn't you throw the Smith overboard? How can there still be another Smith?"
Just as I was about to answer, a fierce gust of wind suddenly struck.
Everyone was blown so hard they couldn't open their eyes, and some of the smaller people were knocked backward, unable to stand.
I grabbed the boat's railing and shouted: "Grab onto something heavy nearby and hold on!"
Everyone frantically grabbed whatever they could reach and didn't dare move.
The wind grew stronger and stronger, making the boat sway wildly and sending passengers tumbling in all directions.
Some people were actually blown into the air and could only cling desperately to the railings to avoid being swept away.
Marcus shouted over the wind: "Freya, this wind is too strange! If it keeps up, the boat will fall apart!"
Of course I knew the boat would fall apart.
I also knew this was a sign of the female ghost's rage.
I pulled another bottle of holy water from my bag and sprinkled it into the wind.
This was bad!
The fierce wind didn't let up at all—the holy water was completely useless now!
"Haha..."
Suddenly, a woman's laughter echoed from the dark lake water.
The sound was utterly eerie, as if it came from the depths of an abyss—deep, low, and bone-chilling.
"What was that sound?"
Marcus heard it too and looked at me in disbelief, clear panic in his eyes.
I nodded at him, my furrowed brow giving him his answer.
The female ghost was angry because the person we'd just thrown overboard wasn't named Smith.
She hated that we had deceived her, and deception was what she despised most!
"Hahahaha—"
The laughter was getting closer!
If the first laugh came from the depths of an abyss, this one seemed to come from right beneath our feet!
Everyone heard it and crowded together in the center of the boat.
Marcus was nearly in tears: "Freya, you've got to think of something!"
"What can I do! She became a ghost because of being deceived, and now that we threw the wrong person overboard, she thinks we lied to her. She's gone completely berserk—I can't control her. I don't even know if I can survive this myself!"
Hearing this, everyone's hearts sank.
"Then what do we do? I don't want to die—I'm only eighteen!"
"Mom! I shouldn't have snuck out against your wishes!"
"Damn it, am I really going to die today?!"
"My wife and kids are waiting at home—I can't die!"
I ignored their screaming and shouted: "The urgent thing now is to find the real Smith! Marcus, think again—were all the IDs correct?"
Tears were streaming down Marcus's face as he wailed: "I checked everyone three times—they were all right!"
Wait, if that man wasn't named Smith, why was he defending the Smith at every turn?
He must have had a close relationship with the Smith!
"Did Dex board alone or with someone else?"
Marcus looked confused: "I don't know. Tickets are sold individually. Whether he boarded with someone else—you'd have to ask the ticket office."
"There's no signal at all—where am I supposed to ask the ticket office!"
There really was no way.
I sighed deeply.
The wind grew more vicious, the lake waves were bigger than ocean swells, and the boat was really about to capsize.
"If the boat capsizes, we'll all die."
I looked up at everyone. "Did anyone see who Dex came with?"
Everyone was being tossed around, barely able to take care of themselves.
The scene was filled with nothing but crying and screaming—no one could hear what I was saying clearly.
There was no way to communicate like this.
I gritted my teeth.
I'd have to use that move.
After all, my own life was in mortal danger too, so I could only use delaying tactics first.
I pulled a small crucifix from my bag, gripped it in my palm, and made the sign of the cross on my chest.
"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I banish all evil forces."
With that, I pointed the crucifix toward the sky.
A golden light broke through the clouds directly above and shone straight down on the crucifix.
The wind died down, the waves gradually calmed, the boat stopped pitching, and everything slowly stabilized.
I shouted again: "Did any of you see who came with Dex!"
Everyone was still shaken, and hearing my voice, they all froze.
"I don't know—I boarded before him."
"I wasn't paying attention. Hey, did you see?"
"No, who cares about that?"
"I saw!"
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