Zhang Xiaodao waited for a long time, and an old man came in outside, holding a stack of number plates. The old man stood still at the table, and the men in the room surrounded him. Zhang Xiaodao was young, his body was thin, he squeezed east and west, but he didn't squeeze in, he was in a hurry, and suddenly a hand stretched out in the crowd, grabbed Zhang Xiaodao's arm, and pulled him in.

Zhang Xiaodao looked up, and there was also a teenager in front of him, looking a few years older than himself, coarse cloth gown, cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles, and leggings, presumably also begging for a living at the dock, although he didn't look very strong, but his strength was really not small, and he was smiling at himself at this time. Zhang Xiaodao nodded with a smile, said a few words of thanks, and received the number plate with the young man, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

The license plate was robbed after a while, and the old man didn't seem to care who received the license plate, and some looked at the gray hair that came forward to collect it, and the old man also did the same. Those who grabbed the license plate smiled as if they had grabbed the silver, and those who did not grab the license plate refused to leave for a long time.

Mr. Mu followed Zhang Xiaodao to a simple wooden boat with the flow of people, several sailors operated oars, although the boat was simple, but it was not slow, with the help of the river breeze, the wooden boat stopped when the sun rose in the air.

Zhang Xiaodao fastened the license plate on his wrist, and saw Mr. Mu standing beside him, holding the number plate in his hand and being stunned. Zhang Xiaodao thought that it was the first time for his benefactor to do this kind of work, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help Mr. Mu tie the number plate.

"This big brother, after a while, he went into the water and followed me, this is a man-eating beach, not only the water is turbulent, it is said that there are man-eating monsters under the river, you must be extra cautious. Zhang Xiaodao called Mr. Mu brother, but listening to the tone of his voice, it seemed that he was the elder brother.

Mr. Mu nodded, and was about to ask the young man why he knew that it was so dangerous, but he still came to do such a job, but before he could say anything, the hull of the ship suddenly jerked heavily. The old man who had just issued the number plate suddenly lifted the red cloth on the bow of the boat, reached out from the cage to catch a big rooster with yellow feathers and red crowns, the cold light flashed on his hand, the rooster did not crow, and a stream of blood rushed out of his neck, and the old man raised his hand, and the rooster jumped into the river with the blood that was sprinkled. The river suddenly whirled, and the rooster struggled and wailed as if it had been dragged by something, and then disappeared into the whirlpool, leaving only a few wisps of blood, which were scattered by the river in an instant.

I don't know if it was because of the blood food, the river gradually returned to calm, the old man took an hourglass and put it on the bow of the boat, turned around and shouted to the people on the boat, "Down!"

Plop, plop, plop, the sound of falling into the water continued, and after a while, the people on the boat had disappeared. Mr. Mu didn't move, he was waiting for Zhang Xiaodao, the young man looked very experienced, until most of the people had already entered the water, and there was nothing abnormal on the river, the young man turned around and nodded lightly to Mr. Mu, and jumped into the river.

Although the weather in August is still a little hot, but the river has cooled down, Mr. Mu followed closely behind Zhang Xiaodao, this young man is not bad in water, first swam on the river for a while, and then dive unhurriedly after getting used to the water temperature. The further down he went, the dimer the light became, and there were many shadows swimming in all directions, and Mr. Mu knew that those were all people on the boat, some of them were smooth, some of them were a little stiff, and they seemed to be unable to hold on for long.

After diving down for a while, there were fewer and fewer people around, and it was obvious that some people couldn't hold on anymore and returned to the boat. Mr. Mu glanced at the young man, the young man's expression was quite normal, and his movements were still free, Mr. Mu was slightly relieved, and looked down at the bottom of the river, there seemed to be something at the bottom of the dark river, although he couldn't see it really, but he vaguely looked at the outline like a few boxes, and there seemed to be some wooden stakes standing next to the boxes, and those wooden stakes didn't know if they were not inserted, and they swayed gently with the river.

Mr. Mu stared hard at the stakes, and although he couldn't see them clearly, he always felt that something was wrong, because some of the stakes were surrounded by fish, as if they were pecking at something. Swimming deeper and deeper, Mr. Mu saw clearly a wooden stake, this wooden stake was covered with armor, and in the helmet were Sen Sen's white bones and two deep black holes, with his mouth wide open, as if he was roaring, roaring, telling the unwillingness and anger in his heart.

When Mr. Mu saw that armor, his heart was shocked, a thought flashed in his mind, and the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure who had swam to the side of the box and was about to reach out to lift it, Mr. Mu was shocked, and subconsciously reached out to grab Zhang Xiaodao, and shot upward like an arrow.

Whew, the whole bottom of the river was chaotic in an instant, and the turbid mud and sand gushed up like smoke, swallowing the few people who swam in front of it in an instant. Sharp-eyed people saw a few traces of blood flash in the smoke, one person was in chaos, and soon everyone was in chaos, and the smoke at the bottom of the river rose higher and higher, as if he was deliberately chasing everyone.

Zhang Xiaodao couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest, and poured two mouthfuls of water into his mouth, so he was choked and fainted, and suddenly felt a lightness on his body, coughed a few times, opened his eyes, and the person was already standing on the boat. Zhang Xiaodao was a little confused, and before he could understand what was going on, the river suddenly set off huge waves, and a huge black shadow covered it like a dark cloud.

Zhang Xiaodao's eyes widened, although he often heard people say that there are man-eating monsters in this cannibal beach, but Zhang Xiaodao never really believed that for ordinary people, the name monster is still just a legend, after all, not many people have really seen it, and even if someone has seen it, there are not many survivors.

Now in front of Zhang Xiaodao, there is a monster, full of sharp teeth, it seems that swallowing one or two people is not a problem, blood-red eyes are staring at the people on the ship, covered with iron-like scales, and the back of the sword-like dorsal fin pierced straight into the sky. An old man in official uniform was standing on the head of the monster, holding a pen in one hand and paper in the other, his head like a water lion was shaking, and his hand holding the pen was pointing at the people on the boat, as if he was counting.

From time to time, Lifu who went down to the river surfaced and swam desperately towards the wooden boat. In fact, any normal person can see that such a wooden boat can withstand the attack of the monster, and if you get on the boat or not, you will not be able to escape death today. But people are like this, in a crisis, it is difficult to keep a cool head, and only think about going to a crowded place, as if with a companion, the probability of fighting danger will increase a lot.

Poof-, the tip of a spear suddenly pierced out of the water, piercing a man's chest, poof-poof-, poof-, the screams continued one after another, and the bitter men did not earn the silver they had been looking forward to in their hearts, but today, in this cannibal beach, they really died. The blood stained the river red in an instant, and Mr. Mu's eyes were already bloody, and he saw many shrimp-headed monsters carrying spears on the river and chasing the men scattered on the river.

The blood-colored world descended, and red lotus blossomed on the surface of the river, redder than blood. Everyone on the surface of the river, whether it is a human or a monster, feels the killing intent that is cold to the bone marrow.

Those shrimp monsters didn't seem to have much wisdom or fear, until they were strangled by the red lotus, and they were still stabbing everywhere with guns.

The ironclad beast roared with all its might, and the river around it writhed desperately, as if trying to break free. The old man was not as confused as these shrimp soldiers, he knew how powerful the young man on the ship was, and he was just ordered to guard the supplies here and wait for the right person to arrive. Today, I saw a group of bitter haha, originally thinking that if I only fished out some corpses, I would let them go, but one of them went to move the box, which violated the old man's taboo. When the prison fish rushed out, the old man didn't stop him at all, but he was a few Tianlong pariahs, and he ate a few of them, even if it was a tooth sacrifice for the prison fish. But the old man never thought that these bitter hahari would actually hide a master of the Divine Mansion Realm, isn't this idle and panicked? Such a master is not doing business, but mixed with a group of coolies to go down to the river to fish for corpses, could it be that someone has discovered the clues here?

Whoosh-, whoosh-, whoosh-, the ironclad beast called the prisoner fish by the old man saw that no matter how he struggled, he could never take a step closer to the wooden boat, and seemed to know how powerful the young man was, and roared to the sky, and the sword-like dorsal fins on his body shot out one after another, surrounding the ironclad beast one by one, trapping the ironclad beast and the old man in it. Mr. Mu strangled all the shrimp monsters, and countless red lotuses frantically rushed towards the ironclad beast from all directions.

Bang-, bang-, bang-, the sound of impact is endless, and if those dorsal fins are taken out individually, each one is not enough to resist the impact of the red lotus, but these eighty-one dorsal fins are surrounded by one place, but it is difficult to shake the red lotus no matter how it attacks.

Mr. Mu's figure flashed and he had come to the prison with a dorsal fin, and the spear in his hand was stabbed heavily on one of the dorsal fins. Mr. Mu knew the weight of his shot, and the dorsal fin was obviously a little unable to support it, and a ray of light suddenly lit up from each dorsal fin, like a large net composed of water waves. Mr. Mu felt the power of his spear being dissolved and dissipated, and the large net flickered for a moment, and then disappeared again, as if nothing had happened.

The old man standing on the ironclad beast seemed to see hope, patted the ironclad beast's back, and dived into the river with the man and the beast. Mr. Mu followed closely, he didn't care if he killed the ironclad beast or not, Mr. Mu just wanted to find out whether the identities of those corpses at the bottom of the river were as he thought, and what were in those boxes?