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Chapter 954 A Hellish World (asking for subscription, asking for collection, asking for monthly ticket, asking for recommendation ticket)
Su Yuan looked at the scene in front of him and didn't speak. He also knew the way to drive the wooden boat, but Liu San was here, so he could save himself some trouble.

You need to pay for the boat ride, which is different from the ghost bus that transports ghosts, at least the bus can be paid for.

After paying the boat fare, the boat left the ferry and drifted slowly downstream. Seeing this, Su Yuan saw a lot of black strangely spread out from under his clothes, tightly wrapped around the stern of the boat, and the whole thing floated on the It was dragged forward by the wooden boat in mid-air, and it didn't fall at all.

And Yang Jian's ghostly eyes could clearly see that the things extending from under Su Yuan's clothes were strands of hair.

At this time, Liu San returned the rest of the money to Yang Jian, and Yang Jian found that the paper money was inexplicably smaller by a large circle, which seemed to be because that circle was burned by Liu San, but the rest The paper money that is one size smaller has changed its appearance.

It is no longer seven yuan, but four yuan.

"Seven yuan changed to three yuan. Does that mean that four yuan was spent? But there are only three of us on the boat, and we spent four yuan. This is a bit unfair."

Yang Jian didn't mind paying the boat fare, he glanced at the others, feeling a little strange about this change.

"Not everyone needs to pay the boat fare, maybe Su Yuan is included in the boat."

Liu San said, and then looked at Su Yuan's wonderful way of riding a boat. The whole person was hung in mid-air by weird balloons, relying on some supernatural hairs to grab the stern of the boat to move forward.

This kind of trickery is almost unheard of.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the ship counts him as one of its passengers.

Yang Jian thought about it, maybe there is such a possibility, after all, it is still very difficult to take advantage of Lingyi, of course, other reasons cannot be ruled out, such as Liu San and Shen Lin.

After all, the captain-level characters are all different types, and they cannot all be judged by common sense.

"Forget it, since the boat is moving, don't worry about it." Shen Lin said: "You should be vigilant now, there are too many weird things here."

Everyone stopped talking and put aside this puzzling topic.

The boat swam down, fluttering, but the people on the boat didn't feel the slightest shaking, instead they were very stable.

And as the boat left the ferry, several people found that the river surface was surrounded by thick fog, and the surrounding buildings were faintly visible. The strangest thing was that the outlines of some buildings were not from Taiping Ancient Town at all.

The surrounding things gradually became strange, and even the small river began to become wider, exceeding the width seen before.

This change did not happen suddenly, but slowly as the boat wandered.

In just ten minutes, everyone found themselves on a strange and strange river.

This is no longer reality.

Floating in mid-air, Su Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

There was a mist on the river surface, covering the surroundings, making people unable to see the scene of the river bank, but it should not be in Taiping Ancient Town anymore, after all, the ferry in Taiping Ancient Town was just a connection point.

The ferry will only stop at a specific time and a specific place. Once the time and place are missed, no one can find the ship, and if there is no specific paper money, even ordinary people get on the ship by mistake Also to no avail.

The seemingly simple conditions are actually very difficult to achieve.

"Based on the time and distance, we should have arrived in Zhongzhou City at this moment, but if you look around, there is no trace of reality at all. There is no doubt that we have entered a supernatural place on this ferry. It's the same as the supernatural bus back then."

Yang Jian stood at the bow of the boat, peering around with his ghost eyes, and said at the same time.

The mist is not fog, but a supernatural phenomenon, and the surrounding things are distorted, which is very similar to the path leading to the ghost post office.

And Liu San was staring at the river surface curiously, wondering if it was because of the lack of light, or because the place itself was very special, the river was pitch black, and it was impossible to see what was under the river, only the oil lamp on the bow was flickering The flames made the originally pitch-black river surface a little more faintly lit.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the river gently with his fingers. When he retracted his fingers, he found that his fingers were not wet at all, and there was no water stain at all. He only felt a kind of extraordinarily cold, as if passing through a cloud of condensed air. Same.

Obviously this is not river water.

Liu San's heart trembled, and when he was about to say something, he was caught off guard when he heard Su Yuan's incomprehensible whisper above his head.

"Three trips to the morning and evening on the river. Three trips to the other side of the red butterfly dance. There is no permanent residence on the bridge. Meng Po drinks and goes to the future. The past life is a vast road. The direct teaching is watching the bones. The shadows are scattered and the red moon rises. The door is open. Let the wind and snow come in. I don't want people and ghosts to go the other way."

Yang Jian suddenly raised his head, staring at Su Yuan with ghostly eyes: "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just feeling it, don't you think this river is very similar to the legendary Santu River?"

Hearing this sentence, the three captains immediately frowned.

Those who can become captains will naturally have some understanding of some folk customs and rumors, especially after the appearance of ghosts, such as myths and legends, and so on. After all, some supernatural truths have been passed down from generation to generation Rumors spread.

Rather, the so-called Santu River is a river leading to hell and the nether world. It is also called Wangchuan. There are lonely souls and wild ghosts under the Wangchuan River. It is difficult for living people to cross. The small boat is specially used to transport the lonely and wild ghosts who cannot cross the river to the other side of the river. "

And the person who drives the boat is the ferryman, and some people say that there are Bianhua flowers growing on the bank of Wangchuan River, which are as bright red as blood, so beautiful that they can make people sink.

The legend may be exaggerated and beautified, but there may be a contrast, which cannot be fabricated out of thin air, and the ghost lake is very likely to be the contrast of this kind of rumor.

Although a few people couldn't see the shore, they couldn't see the bright red, blood-like, glamorous, and intoxicating Bianhua flowers. After all, the fog was too thick, which seriously affected their sight.

Hearing this, Shen Lin seemed to have a feeling: "That's right, this is indeed a place that looks like a legend. Having said that, don't you all think that the world we live in is actually hell? Spiritual recovery, fierce ghosts rampant, control The ghosts are dying one by one, even the captain is struggling to survive one by one, the lives of ordinary people are as fragile as ants, and this matter does not know when it will end, and there is even no hope of ending it."

These words were so heavy that several people were silent for a while, including Su Yuan as well.

(End of this chapter)