Chapter 1149 Mysterious Ferryman

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After everyone got on the boat, the boat did not float automatically.

"Sister, this boat won't let us row it manually? But there's no oars!"

Xiaoqian moved around on the boat, "This is a human kayak. If you sit a little longer, there is a real psychological barrier."

Yang Zimei also wanted to get off the boat as soon as possible.

Black river water, red human kayak.

Always gives a sense of not being at ease.

"Master Yang, here!"

Huo Wenhua pointed to the bow of the boat beside him, "It has the mark of the peach wood sign!"

Sure enough, there was really a recess on the bow.

She took out the peach wood sign and printed it on...

The boat really started to move, carrying them and drifting to the other side leisurely.

"Sister, please sing a song!"

Xiaoqian was bored and said to Yang Zimei coquettishly, "It's so boring!"

Yang Zimei also felt depressed, but she didn't want to sing, "Xiaoqian, please sing, I'm not in the mood."

"I'm not in the mood either!"

Xiaoqian simply turned his attention to Huo Wenhua, "Mr. Huo, can you sing? Sing an old song to relieve our boredom."

"Oh, I can't sing!"

Huo Wenhua said a little embarrassedly, "You still sing!"

They were talking when suddenly there seemed to be an ethereal singing voice coming from somewhere, with a strange rhythm, strange syllables, and incomprehensible lyrics.

Hearing this song, Yang Zimei's expression was slightly shocked!

Isn't this the lullaby that Long Zhutian often sings to her?

"Ripple, are you listening? Do you know what that means?"

Thinking that Xuehu knows these languages, Ripple, as a fox family, should also be able to understand these lyrics.

Ripple nodded and wrote: "The lyrics have only one sentence: come home."

Coming home?

Seeing these four words, Yang Zimei felt strange.

"Sister, someone has appeared!"

As the singing got closer, a light boat floated out from the Heihe River.

This light boat is not red, but pure black like the river water.

On the light boat, stood a pole-holder, also dressed in black ancient costumes, wearing a black bamboo hat, with long black hair floating behind him.

His face was hidden by the hat, so he couldn't see clearly.

But it can be seen from the figure and clothes that it should be a man.

"It's so dark!"

Xiaoqian said quietly, "I don't know if people are very dark."

"His hands are all black, and it's clear that people are black too."

Yang Zimei noticed that the hand holding the bamboo penny had black skin, so he deduced that this person should also be black all over his body.

It was the man who sang!

As he sang, he floated towards them with a bamboo pole, and stopped about ten meters away from them.

His black robe moved without the wind, and although his whole body was black, it didn't have the gloomy black aura of death.

Black is like his natural color.

"Hey--"

Xiao Qian shouted at him, "Big brother in front, who are you!"

The bamboo pole in the man's hand suddenly moved, and the boat swayed in a 90-degree rotation, rowing in the opposite direction to them.

Seeing that he was leaving his ship, Yang Zimei was a little anxious.

"Come up!"

She patted the hull and said.

The red boat seemed to understand her words, and slowly followed the black boat, not far or near, and kept at about ten meters.

Yang Zimei observed carefully and found that the man in black's pole rowing movement was very mechanized, and the movement time was not bad for a second.

Isn't it real?

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