Chapter 68 Buddha Said

The book still included a photograph.

The photographer was clearly standing on a boat, the image only showing a sharp bow.

In the distance, a dark cloud as black as ink spun, forming a massive eye of the storm, with rain pouring down and lightning striking as if to tear the entire sky apart!

Even just looking at the photo, one could feel the terrifying pressure coming from nature itself.

The boat that the photographer was on had its bow pointing straight ahead, seemingly about to charge into the center of the storm.

The author of the photo could be called a soulful photographer, as even from just a boat's bow, it felt like one could sense the boat's fearless courage and boldness in the face of the storm.

"Do we really have to be so tragic..."

Meng Lang helplessly held his forehead.

He naturally had read the original "The Old Man and the Sea," perhaps that's why this issue was hinting at himself using this title.