Su Yuan looked at the scene in front of him without saying a word. He also knew the way to drive the wooden boat, but Liu San was here, so he could save some worries.
You have to pay to take the boat, which is different from the ghost buses that transport ghosts. At least you can buy female tickets on the buses.
After paying the boat fee, the boat left the ferry and drifted slowly downstream. Su Yuan looked like a large amount of black strangely spread out from under his clothes, tightly wrapped around the stern of the boat, and the whole thing was floating on the water.
It was dragged forward by the wooden boat in mid-air without falling at all.
And Yang Jian's ghost eyes could clearly see that what extended from under Su Yuan's clothes were strands of hair.
At this time, Liu San returned the remaining money to Yang Jian. Yang Jian found that the paper money was inexplicably smaller by a large circle. It seemed that the circle was burned by Liu Sandian, but the rest
The appearance of the smaller paper money has changed.
It's no longer seven yuan, but four yuan.
"Seven yuan turned into three yuan, does that mean four yuan was spent? But there were only three of us on the boat and we spent four yuan, which is a bit unaccountable."
Yang Jian didn't mind paying the boat fare. He glanced at the others, feeling a little strange about the 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 weird way of riding a boat. The whole person was hung in the air by a weird balloon, and he relied on some supernatural hair to hold on to the stern of the boat to move forward.
This kind of trickery is simply unheard of.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the ship counts them as passengers.
Yang Jian thought for a while, maybe it was really possible. After all, it was still difficult to take advantage of the supernatural. Of course, other reasons could not be ruled out, such as Liu San and Shen Lin.
After all, captain-level characters are all different and cannot be judged based on common sense.
"Forget it, since the ship has moved, let's not dwell on this issue." 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 downstream, drifting, but the people on the boat did not feel a single sway, but it was very stable.
And as the boat left the ferry, several people discovered that the river was surrounded by thick fog, and the surrounding buildings were looming. The most bizarre thing was that the outlines of some buildings did not belong to Taiping Ancient Town at all.
Things around me gradually became unfamiliar, and even the river began to become wider, exceeding the width I had seen before.
This change did not happen suddenly, but happened 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.
Mist has appeared on the river, covering the surroundings, making it difficult to see the scene on the river bank, but it should not be in Taiping Ancient Town anymore. After all, the ferry in Taiping Ancient Town is just a connecting point.
The ferry will only stop at a specific time and place. Once you miss this time and place, no one can find the boat. And if there is no specific paper money, even ordinary people will get on the boat by mistake.
To no avail.
What seems like a simple condition is actually very difficult to achieve.
"Based on time and distance, we should be almost at Zhongzhou City now, but if you look around, there is no trace of reality at all. There is no doubt that we took this ferry and entered a supernatural place.
It’s the same as the supernatural bus from back then.”
Yang Jian stood on the bow of the boat, looking around with his ghostly eyes, and said at the same time.
Mist is not fog, it is a supernatural phenomenon, and the surrounding things are distorted, much like the path leading to the ghost post office.
Liu San, on the other hand, stared at the river curiously. He didn't know whether it was because there was no light or whether it was a special place. The river was pitch black and he couldn't see what was under the water. Only the oil lamp on the bow of the boat was swaying.
The firelight added a faint light to the originally dark river surface.
He stretched out his hand and gently drew his fingers across the river. When he retracted his fingers, he found that his fingers were not wet at all, and there were no water stains at all. He only felt an extraordinarily cold feeling, as if a mass of solid cold air had passed through it.
Same.
Obviously this is not river water.
Liu San's heart trembled, and when he was about to say something, he unexpectedly heard Su Yuan's unexplained whisper above his head.
"Three ways to the river, morning and evening. Three ways to the other side, red butterflies dance. But there is no permanent resident on the bridge. Meng Po drank and went to the future. The road was covered with the body of the past life. The Zhijiao watchman turned into bones. The shadows dispersed and the red moon came out. The door was open.
Leading the wind and snow in. I don’t want people and ghosts to find another way..."
Yang Jian suddenly raised his head and stared at Su Yuan with ghostly eyes: "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I just felt it. Don't you think this river looks like the legendary Santu River?"
Upon hearing this, the three captains immediately frowned.
People who can become captains will naturally have some understanding of some folk customs and rumors, especially after the appearance of evil spirits, such as myths and legends, and so on. After all, some supernatural truths have been passed down through folk customs from generation to generation.
Rumors spread.
But the so-called Santu River is a river that leads to the underworld of hell. It is also called Wangchuan River. The river below is full of lonely ghosts and it is difficult for a living person to cross it. However, there is a legend that there is a boat on the Wangchuan River.
The boat is specially used to transport lonely ghosts who cannot cross the river to the other side of the river."
The person driving the boat is the ferryman. Some people say that the Biangan flower grows on the banks of the Wangchuan River. It is as red as blood, so beautiful that it can make people sink.
The legendary stories may be exaggerated and beautified, but they may also have comparisons, which cannot be fabricated out of thin air, and Ghost Lake is very likely to be a comparison of such rumors.
Although a few people could not see the shore, not the bright red like blood, beautiful and mesmerizing Flowers of the Other Shore, after all, the fog was too heavy, which seriously affected the line of sight.
Hearing this, Shen Lin seemed to be inspired and said: "You're right, this is indeed a place that is very much like a legend. Having said that, don't you think that the world we live in is actually hell? There are supernatural beings resurrecting, evil ghosts running rampant, and controlling evil spirits. The ghosts are dying one by one, and even the captains are struggling to survive. The lives of ordinary people are as fragile as ants, and we don’t know when this matter will end, and there is no hope of ending... "
These words were so heavy that everyone fell silent for a moment, including Su Yuan.