weird world corpse

Chapter 287 Wangchuan, Monster
The sound of splashing water!It seemed to be the sound of something slapping.

Fang Mu stared intently at the river, and did not remove the five-foot-long vajra body.

The current situation is different from usual, and no one can tell what the crisis is.

After all, it was specially used by the owner of the ghost market to deal with him, maybe there is something that can deal with him, so the Wuzhang Vajra Body cannot be removed.

The fog gradually became thicker, and in the dense fog, a figure was slowly approaching the shore from far to near.

As they got closer, Fang Mu finally saw the figure clearly.

A boat, a small boat made of wood, with many cracks on it.

There was a boatman on the boat, wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, holding a long pole in his hand, and was pushing the boat over.

The mist was as thick as water, and even the boatman's coir raincoat was wet, and a lot of it even dripped down the coir raincoat.

A gust of cold air hits my face...

Fang Mu couldn't help but shuddered, and then became more cautious.

Ever since he entered this world, no enemy has ever caused him to have this phenomenon.

Not long after, the wooden boat finally came to the shore.

Compared with Fang Mu, who is five feet tall, the wooden boat looks a bit small, like a toy.

"Guests... Wangchuan hasn't had any guests for a long time." The boatman raised his head, his voice was as cold as ice.

Fang Mu saw the appearance of the boatman clearly, and was shocked for a moment.

This is still a person's appearance, this is a bone.

In the two hollows of the skull, there are faint ghost lights flickering.

But what surprised him was not the boatman's appearance, but the words in the boatman's mouth.

Wangchuan?

He always felt these two words were very familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere before, but couldn't remember them for a while.

In his memory, these two words seem to be a very distant memory, so far away that he is a little fuzzy.

"Guest..." The boatman said coldly: "The cost of the guest seems to be too high, otherwise please take away the supernatural powers and come on board."

Supernatural powers?
As soon as these two words came out, Fang Mu realized instantly.

It's... not a word of this world.

To be precise, there is this word in this world, but it is not used to describe his current state.

If he had to use one word to describe his current state, according to the rules of this world, it should be called miraculous.

Supernatural powers, which seem to be things from previous lives, are commonplace in some mythological novels.

Fang Mu now finally knows what the so-called Wangchuan is.

It was Wangchuan, but Fang Mu felt that the word "river" needed to be added.

The so-called Wangchuan River also refers to the myths and legends of the previous life.

In myths and legends, after death, people have to pass through the gate of ghosts, pass through Huangquan Road, and between Huangquan Road and Hades, the Wangchuan River is the boundary.

The water of the Wangchuan River is blood-yellow, and it is full of lonely and wild ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. It is full of insects and snakes, and the wind is blowing.

There is the Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River, and beside the Naihe Bridge sits an old woman named Po Meng.

If you want to cross the Wangchuan River, you must cross the Naihe Bridge. If you want to cross the Naihe Bridge, you must drink Mengpo soup. If you don’t drink Mengpo soup, you will not be able to cross the Naihe Bridge.

In this way... Could this boatman be the ferryman?

Fang Mu shook his head, raised the butcher's knife, and slashed down.

After being magnified five times, the Butcher's Knife is very powerful, and the way of killing people is used, bringing a monstrous power.

But the next moment, the boatman moved.

The long pole swings sideways and blocks in the middle.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the butcher's knife came into contact with the pole, but both of them stopped.

It stands to reason that with such a powerful offensive, the surface of the river will definitely shake, and even create huge waves, but the surface of the river is as calm as a mirror.

Fang Mu withdrew his knife and said flatly, "You are very strong."

He didn't stop the knife just now, but was blocked, which is enough to show the strength of this boatman.

The boatman retracted his pole and said grimly, "Guests, please get on board."

Fang Mu shook his head, and said, "What if I don't get on the boat?"

The boatman didn't get angry, and continued: "I'm a ferryman for Wangchuan, guest, look behind."

Fang Mu frowned and turned his head away.

When he turned his head to look, his frown deepened.

In the darkness in the distance, a phantom is constantly approaching.

The phantom is very tall and big, even with Fang Mu's five-foot-long vajra body, it is still very small in front of the phantom.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a loud roar, the sound of footsteps from a huge phantom.

Hearing the footsteps, he couldn't tell the distance, but the sound was very loud.

"Wangchuan ferryes the living and the dead, but only those who are neither living nor dead." The boatman said slowly: "The people who are neither living nor dead are coming. Wangchuan is the only shelter..."

After thinking for a while, Fang Mu removed the five-foot-long vajra body, and boarded the boat with the shrunken Ah Bai.

The moment he saw the phantom just now, he felt an extremely dangerous feeling. In comparison, he still boarded the boat.

After all, the boatman and his strength seem to be evenly matched.

And... there is room for manipulation, this boatman doesn't seem to be human.

In this way, can you touch it if you find an opportunity?
Just as Fang Mu stepped onto the boat, the boatman quickly left the shore with a long pole.

At this time, the incomparably tall phantom finally approached.

Fang Mu frowned when he saw this phantom.

This phantom is in the shape of a human being, more than ten feet tall.

It is said to be a human form, but in fact there is only one form.

A large area of ​​rot appeared on this tall monster, and black air blew out from the rotten place.

The monster came to the bank of the river and stretched out its hand towards Fang Mu.

At this time, Fang Mu's boat had only sailed more than ten meters away, which was very close for the monster.

But a miraculous scene happened, the monster suddenly screamed, the thick arm melted in an instant, and it didn't know what it touched.

The monster roared loudly, and was afraid of the Wangchuan River. After roaring for a while, it turned and left the river bank.

"Those bones..." Fang Mu asked, remembering the bones on the river bank.

The boatman said slowly: "They are all clansmen who accidentally went to the river, and they died there."

Fang Mu became more and more confused as he listened, and asked, "Clan people? What does this mean?"

"After you arrive." The boatman didn't explain too much: "Of course I will understand."

After finishing speaking, the boatman stopped talking and continued to concentrate on punting.

Fang Mu rubbed his chin, smiled suddenly, and then popped out a sentence: "Which Yin god are you, or are you a fairy family in the sky?"

Yinshen and Immortals, both of these are from previous lives.

Fang Mu was planning to talk a little bit.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this sentence came out, the boatman was confused.

"What is the Yin God, and what is the Immortal Family?" The boatman asked suspiciously, "I'm just a ferryman on the River of Forgetfulness, not the Yin God and Immortal Family as you said, and I've never heard of this either."

(End of this chapter)