The night grew darker, and the waves at Nanshan Reservoir became more turbulent. The waves slapped against the shore, occasionally making a roaring sound.
After a day of play, the tourists were boarding speedboats to cross to the other side.
This was a gathering of retired workers, and the three speedboats were filled with elderly people.
They were still singing revolutionary songs on the boat, "A vast river with wide waves, the breeze brings the aroma of flowers on both banks; my home is on the shore, accustomed to the boatman's calls and the sight of sails on the boat..."
Just as everyone was in high spirits, the lake not far away suddenly began to churn, as if it was boiling, bubbling upwards.
Thud!
A muffled sound was heard as a spray of water shot up over ten meters high, catching the attention of everyone on the boat.
After the fountain scattered, a mist-covered woman appeared in front of the crowd, looking around in confusion before bursting into sobs.
