After everyone got on the boat, the boat did not float automatically.
"Sister, don't this ship want us to draw artificially? But there is no paddle!"
Xiao Qian moved on the boat, "This is a human skin boat, sitting for a long time, there is really psychological barriers."
Yang Zimei also wanted to get off the boat as soon as possible.
Black river water, red human skin boat.
Always give people a sense of not practical.
"Master Yang, here!"
Huo Wenhua pointed at his head on his side, "There is a mark of the peach wood!"
Sure enough, there is really a concave place on the bow.
She took out the peach wood card and printed it ...
The boat really started to move, and they drifted towards the other side.
"Sister, sing a song!"
Xiao Qian was boring, and said to Yang Zimei coquettishly, "It's boring!"
Yang Zimei also felt depressed, but she didn't want to sing, "You can sing, I have no mood."
"I have no mood either!"
Xiao Qian simply put his eyes on Huo Wenhua, "Mr. Huo, can you sing? Sing an old song for us to relieve the boredom."
"Oh, I won't sing!"
Huo Wenhua said a little embarrassed, "Still you sing!"
They were saying, suddenly there seemed to be a misty singing from where they came from, with strange rhythm, strange syllables, and lyrics that could not be understood.
Hearing this singing, Yang Zimei's expression was slightly shocked!
Isn't this the hypnotic song that Long Tian often sings to her?
"Ripple, have you heard it clearly? Do you know what it means?"
Thinking of Xuehu understands these languages, as the ripples of the fox family, you should also understand these lyrics.
Ripple nodded and wrote: "There is only one sentence of the lyrics: come back."
Come back?
Seeing these four words, Yang Zimei felt weird.
"Sister, someone appeared!"
As the singing is getting closer, I don't know when the Heihe has a leaf of light boats.
This Ye Qingzhou is not red, but is pure black like the river water.
On the light boat, there was a supporting man, a black costume clothes, wearing a black bucket, a long black hair behind him.
The face was covered by the bucket, and I couldn't see it clearly.
But from the figure and clothes, it can be seen that it should be a man.
"It's dark!"
Xiao Qian said quietly, "I don't know if people are also dark."
"His hands are all black, obvious, people are also black."
Yang Zimei realized that the hand holding the bamboo cricket was black skin, so it was inferred that this person should also be black all over the body.
It's the man who sings!
As he sang, he drifted towards them while supporting the bamboo crickets, and drifted about about ten meters away from them to stop.
His black clothes moved without wind. Although the whole body was black, he did not have the gloomy black gas of death.
Black is like his natural color.
"Hello--"
Xiao Qian yelled at him, "Big brother in front, who are you!"
The bamboo cricket in the man suddenly moved, and the hull was swinging ninety degrees, and moved in the opposite direction.
Seeing that he was about to stay away from his boat, Yang Zimei was focused.
"Catch up!"
She patted the hull and said.
The red boat seemed to understand her, and followed the black light boat with that leaf, not far from the distance, and kept staying at about ten meters.
Yang Zimei observed carefully and found that the action of the man in black was very mechanized, and the movement time was not bad for one second.