Ye Siming walked to the edge of the River Styx, his eyes quietly looked at the vast ocean, there was no edge at the end of this canyon, not to mention the boat on the river, not even a ghost shadow could be seen.

If this place waits, I don't think I'll have enough time.

But Ye Siming looked very patient, just when I waited for a while, and was about to ask if I could wait like this, I might not be able to wait, but Ye Siming suddenly raised his head on the edge of the River Styx.

"He's coming." He said suddenly.

I was startled, and when I looked up, I saw a faint dot at the far end of the quiet shoreline of the River Styx, which was very small at first, and could barely be seen in the vast river without looking closely, but soon, almost in the blink of an eye.

The little dot was so close, as if it had suddenly moved from a distance, and I saw that it was still a search for a ship with a shape and a chic.

The boat was pitch black, the awning was crooked and tangled like tree roots, and there was a lantern hanging from the bow.

It's just that the light that comes out is orange-red.

In the blink of an eye, the ship had come close and docked on the shore.

The ferryman was an old man, with a rickety body and a difficult face, dressed in a robe and a hat.

The boat came slowly and docked on the shore.

"The River Styx is long, and the secluded mansion is leading, but the two of you want to ferry?" The old man under the hat did not look up, and his voice was old and hoarse.

I was a little hesitant and scared, but Ye Siming calmly got on the boat and gave the old man two copper coins.

"Lethe!" He said two words lightly.

As I boarded the boat, the old ferryman raised his head slightly, as if to glance at me, but quickly lowered his head.

The two of us got into the boat, and the ferryman slowly moved the boat away, and the sound of oars rippling on the dead surface of the River Styx echoed.

"Speaking of which, this ship has crossed two living people from the Yang World, but the two of you are a little similar, and a little different." A voice came from under the hat of the old man at the bow of the boat.

Ye Siming was not very interested, his eyes were very gloomy, and he always looked at the end of the distance, not knowing if he was worried about something, so he frowned tightly and did not answer.

But I'm a little curious.

The living person that the old ferryman said must be me.

"And who is the other living person?" I asked.

"It's also a dying person, but the old man remembers that it was the ninth hall master of the Mountain and Sea Hades Temple who accompanied her on the boat, and where they went...... It is the Borneo Coast at the end of the Lethe River. ”

Sure enough, Ye Siming said that this netherworld was unfathomable.

This old ferryman, I have already seen through it from the time I got on the boat, I am a person from the yang world, and I have an eight-sided ghost cup around my neck.

He should have seen Ye Siming, too, but he was not afraid.

I didn't understand what he was saying at all.

But he didn't care, and continued to speak quietly, "Borneo and the other side are two strange flowers, but their fates are different. ”

"The old man asks a little more girl, do you know...... What is love? ”

The old man's body swayed the oars together, but the lone lamp at the bow of the boat never shook in the slightest, even though the hull was shaking, but the light was still steady.

If someone else asks, I can naturally say that intercession is a kind of many feelings, a kind of sustenance.

But the vicissitudes of the old man's voice seemed to be filled with doubts for too long, making this sentence extremely heavy, and I didn't know how to answer.