Chapter 606: Road Money

This kind of animal with hair and peculiar sounds doesn't know whether it should be called an animal, because Zhang Yi didn't dare to open his eyes at all, not even a trace of his eyes.

This strange sound and the tingling sensation on the scalp continued, and suddenly Zhang Yi felt that the speed of the ship began to slowly increase.

As the speed of the ship increased, the long hairs on the face instantly retreated, and the strange cries around them became softer and softer, and it was obvious that these unknown creatures did not dare to follow for some reason.

After Zhang Yi heard the sound and felt that after leaving those unknown creatures, he still just lay on the boat with his eyes closed and did not open his eyes, but Zhang Yi could feel that the speed of the boat was much smoother and faster than before.

It seems that the boat must have passed through the suspected cave and came to the top of a large river.

The boat was still drifting, and it was so quiet that there was not a single sound to be heard, not even the sound of running water.

Just when Zhang Yi was about to take a light nap, the boat hit something with a "bang" and stopped suddenly.

Zhang Yi woke up from his light sleep in shock, pricked up his ears and listened intently.

"Dodo-......" a burst of voice came.

"This voice is ......," Zhang Yi listened carefully to the strange voice.

The sound of "do-......" still continued.

"It's the sound of banging on the edge of the boat!" After listening to it for a long time, Zhang Yi finally knew what the sound was.

However, because of the strange relationship in front of him, Zhang Yi did not open his eyes immediately, but continued to close his eyes, wanting to listen for a while to distinguish whether it was the sound of hitting the edge of the boat.

At this time, Teacher Cang, who was nested in Zhang Yi's arms, couldn't wait, and took his little paw and kept pulling the skin on Zhang Yi's chest.

"Teacher Cang is paddling me, so don't let me open my eyes!" Combined with his previous experience, Zhang Yi subconsciously thought that Mr. Cang was reminding himself not to open his eyes and move.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yi still lay there with his eyes closed, not moving, letting the sound resound on the edge of the boat.

Zhang Yi was so determined that he couldn't get up, but Mr. Cang, who was nesting inside, was in a hurry to die, because the white candle on the bow of the boat was about to burn out.

The function of the two white candles is to guide the way, and now the sound of the boat beating on the edge of the boat is because of the white candles burning. Once the white candle is burned and Zhang Yi hasn't opened his eyes, the ship will be pushed away and floated to an unknown place.

"NND, how is this kid like a cow!" After scolding in his heart, Teacher Cang crawled out of Zhang Yi's arms.

Zhang Yi: ⊙▽⊙

"Teacher Cang actually crawled out? Is it here? When Zhang Yi was speculating and conjecturing, Teacher Cang crawled into Zhang Yi's ear and said, "Wake up, do you want to sleep for a long time?"

"En......" Zhang Yi stared at it leisurely, only to see Teacher Cang's small black eyes staring straight at Zhang Yi.

"Ahh That cang......" When Zhang Yi just spit out a few words, a weak voice and weak breath came.

"Tut-tut...... I can't imagine that in this era, there are still people who will be buried on ships! Alright, get up, I'll lead you the way back!" ”

Zhang Yi swallowed what he was going to say later, turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and saw an old man wearing black clothes, with a waist and a back that could not see clearly, holding a stick in one hand and a lantern in the other.

The old man was putting his stick on the edge of the boat, and the sound of the stick hitting the edge of the boat was the sound of the stick hitting the edge of the boat.

Zhang Yi didn't reply, after all, this place no longer belongs to the yang world, although he is a living person with willow heartwood, but after all, he is still a living person, in order not to show flaws, it is better to talk less.

Zhang Yi stood up from the boat with both hands on the edge of the boat, during which Mr. Cang also climbed on Zhang Yi's shoulders and nested there.

When Zhang Yi got up and was about to step towards the shore with his feet, the old man put a wooden stick in front of Zhang Yi's feet and prevented Zhang Yi from coming ashore.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yi retracted his foot and asked suspiciously.

"You have the breath of a living !!" The old man's tone immediately became serious, not as weak as before, and he looked weak.

Zhang Yi's face changed, and his heart suddenly sank.

"That's right, you've just died, and it's normal to have a little bit of a living breath!" The old man was only serious for a second and then returned to his original appearance, muttering weakly.

"Woo ......" After Zhang Yi heard the old man's words, he couldn't help but exhale lightly.

"Alright, hand over the money for the road!" The old man shook the wooden stick and said lightly.

"Huh!?" Zhang Yi was confused again.

"What!? Haven't your relatives and friends in the yang world burned paper money for you? The old man struck the shore with a wooden stick, and he looked like he was ripping off a bamboo stick.

"No!" Teacher Cang patted Zhang Yi's earlobe, pointed down with his little paws, and said, "If there is there, you can give it to others!"

For Teacher Cang who was nesting on Zhang Yi's shoulder, the old man originally wanted to ask about it, but after looking at Teacher Cang, a trace of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he immediately closed his mouth and ignored Teacher Cang directly.

Zhang Yi looked at Mr. Cang's little paws and found that there was a pile of paper money on the bow of the boat, which was shining by the light of the white candle.

Zhang Yi could see at a glance that these paper money were the ones he had burned before.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yi grabbed a small handful and handed it to the old man.

"Humph!" When the old man saw that Zhang Yi only gave this money to buy the road, he was obviously unhappy.

"You kid take this point, you plan to ......send it away" The old man pinched the money given by Zhang Yi to buy the road, and when he was scolding, he suddenly stopped talking.

"This money ......" The old man stared at the several copper coin-shaped paper money in his hand, swallowed his saliva, and immediately stuffed the paper money into his arms.

"Come up!" Perhaps because of the money, the old man's tone was obviously much softer.

Zhang Yi was not too surprised by the old man's reaction after receiving the money, after all, the paper money he burned was the most valuable and high-grade paper money in Mr. Liu's hands. The outermost layer of the gold leaf is then coated with a very flame-resistant pulp to ensure that it can be completely burned.

This kind of paper money is no longer a consumable, but the equivalent of a work of art.

Money can make ghosts grind, and Zhang Yi is now a real adjournment.

Without the old man's obstruction, Zhang Yi immediately raised his legs and stepped on the shore.

"Don't you want any money? I'll have to use it later! Teacher Cang tugged at Zhang Yi's ears and spoke.

"Oooh!" Zhang Yi answered, bent down and picked up the rest of the money and stuffed it into his arms, and then completely stepped on the shore.