After everyone got on the boat, the boat did not float automatically.
"Sister, we won't need to row this boat manually, right? But there are no oars!"
Xiao Qian moved around on the boat, "This is a human-skin boat. Sitting for a long time is really a psychological barrier."
Yang Zimei also wanted to get off the boat as soon as possible.
Black river water, red human skin boat.
It always gives people an uneasy feeling.
"Master Yang, here!"
Huo Wenhua pointed to the bow of the boat beside him, "There is the mark of the Taomu brand!"
Sure enough, there is really a recess on the bow of the ship.
She took out the mahogany sign and printed it...
Sure enough, the boat started to move, carrying them leisurely to the other side.
"Sister, please sing a song!"
Xiao Qian felt bored and said coquettishly to Yang Zimei, "It's so boring!"
Yang Zimei also felt depressed, but she didn't want to sing, "Xiao Qian, please sing, I'm not in the mood."
"I'm not in the mood either!"
Xiao Qian simply turned his attention to Huo Wenhua, "Mr. Huo, can you sing? Sing an old song to relieve our boredom."
"Haha, I can't sing!"
Huo Wenhua said a little embarrassedly, "It's you who sings!"
As they were talking, suddenly a misty singing voice seemed to float from somewhere, with a strange rhythm, strange syllables, and unintelligible lyrics.
Hearing this singing, Yang Zimei's expression was slightly shocked!
Isn't this the lullaby tune that Long Zhutian often sings to her?
"Lianyi, do you hear that clearly? Do you know what that means?"
Thinking that Xue Hu understands these languages, Lian Ying, as a member of the fox clan, should also be able to understand these lyrics.
Lianyi nodded and wrote: "There is only one sentence in the lyrics: Come back and come back."
Coming back?
Seeing these four words, Yang Zimei felt strange.
"Sister, someone has appeared!"
As the singing got closer and closer, another boat floated out of nowhere on the Black River.
This Ye Qingzhou is not red, but pure black like the river water.
On top of the canoe stood a pole-holding man, also dressed in black ancient costume, with a black hat on his head and long black hair floating behind him.
His face was covered by a bamboo hat and he couldn't see clearly.
But judging from his figure and clothing, he must be a man.
"So dark!"
Xiao Qian said quietly, "I wonder if people also look very dark."
"His hands are all black. It's obvious that the person is also black."
Yang Zimei noticed that the hand holding the bamboo pen had black skin, so he concluded that this person should also be covered in black.
It was that man who sang!
As he sang, he floated towards them with his bamboo pole, and stopped when he was about ten meters away from them.
His black clothes did not move in the wind. Although his whole body was black, he did not have the gloomy black aura of the God of Death.
Black is just like his natural color.
"Hello--"
Xiao Qian shouted at him, "Brother in front of you, who are you!"
The penny in the man's hand suddenly moved, and the boat's hull rotated and swung ninety degrees, paddling in the opposite direction to them.
Seeing that he was leaving his ship, Yang Zimei was a little anxious.
"Follow me!"
She patted the hull of the boat and said.
The red boat seemed to understand her words and slowly followed the black boat. The distance was not far or close, but kept at about ten meters.
Yang Zimei observed carefully and found that the man in black's punting and rowing movements were very mechanical, and the swing time was exactly one second.