Yuwangbu, a small town in the northern part of the Apocalypse Empire.

The scale of Yuwangbu is not large, sitting in the north and facing a big river in the south, Yindai River. Because of its flat plains, the streets are well arranged in the north and south, and like all towns, the central area is the mansion of the nobles and the poor people's shanty.

On this day, four people came to the wharf on the south bank of the Yindai River, they looked like an elderly couple, and a middle-aged and young son. The four of them were ragged and looked lonely.

The older of the four was short and thin, with unusually long arms, a black animal skin on his body, a gray hemp rope tied around his waist, and wrinkles on his face that were stacked in layers, and his age was completely unrecognizable.

It was still early, and most of the ferries on the pier were idle, and when they saw someone coming, a few people came over, and one of the old men grabbed the long-armed old man and asked, "Brother, where are you coming from? Do you want a ferry?"

Before the old man could answer, a young boatman smiled and said, "Old Liu, can't you see that their family is fleeing the famine? A few days ago, there were a few people like them in the Qishan Empire, saying that the immortals were fighting in the Qishan Empire, and the mortals were killed and injured countless times, and those who were lucky enough to not die fled everywhere and became called Huazi!"

After listening to the boatman's explanation, the long-armed old man glared and was about to say something, but the youngest man in black who followed behind him snorted, "What's wrong with calling Hanako?"

The long-armed old man seemed to remember something, and a rare smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "Yes, yes, isn't we just called Hanako now!" That, boatman, you see how many taels of silver I have here, which of you can send us to Yuwangbu?"

"What kind of money does this old brother say, he will see the outside!" Lao Liu, the old boatman who had been talking to before, grabbed the long-armed old man, dragged him to his boat, and beckoned the other three to hurry up and get on the boat, for fear that others would rob him of his business.

"Sit down, and we'll sail when I worship the river god!" said Liu.

"Worship the river god, what other river god is there in this rotten river?" asked the long-armed old man in surprise.

"You can't talk nonsense! You can't talk nonsense!" Lao Liu stopped the long-armed old man in a panic, and took out a small chicken leg from his arms and threw it into the river, chanting words in his mouth, to the effect that he asked the river god to bless him to pass the Yindai River safely to the other side of Yuwangbu.

The long-armed old man snorted coldly: "Your little chicken leg can't even send a dog, how can you make a river god happy!"

Lao Liu saw that the long-armed old man was thin and weak, and thought that he couldn't entangle with him, muttering in his mouth and pretending not to hear his complaints, and drove the small wooden boat away from the river bank and towards Yuwang Port with a bamboo pole.

The scenery of the Yindai River is extremely beautiful, the river water is dark green like Dai, and the river surface is shining like fish scales, like a wide streamer winding in the vast land.

Before the boat sailed out of Shizhang, the originally calm Yindai River became inexplicably irritable, the river was agitated, and the waves followed one wave after another, and the waves were more rapid than the waves. The small wooden boat was hit by the waves, and although Lao Liu struggled to paddle, the small boat was spinning in place, but it was difficult to move an inch.

"It's over, it's over, the river god is angry!" Lao Liu said in horror, and he angrily pointed at the long-armed old man and scolded, "It's all your fault for calling Hanako!

The long-armed old man snorted coldly, "What river god, I don't know which one is pretending to be a god here to scare you mortals!" The long-armed old man threw his stick at the head of the waves. The old man, though he looked thin, had no small strength, and he smashed it with a stick, and a huge ripple quickly spread out on the surface of the river. Wherever the ripples went, the waves fell, and the river calmed down again.

Yuwangbu, a small town in the northern part of the Apocalypse Empire.

The scale of Yuwangbu is not large, sitting in the north and facing a big river in the south, Yindai River. Because of its flat plains, the streets are well arranged in the north and south, and like all towns, the central area is the mansion of the nobles and the poor people's shanty.

On this day, four people came to the wharf on the south bank of the Yindai River, they looked like an elderly couple, and a middle-aged and young son. The four of them were ragged and looked lonely.

The older of the four was short and thin, with unusually long arms, a black animal skin on his body, a gray hemp rope tied around his waist, and wrinkles on his face that were stacked in layers, and his age was completely unrecognizable.

It was still early, and most of the ferries on the pier were idle, and when they saw someone coming, a few people came over, and one of the old men grabbed the long-armed old man and asked, "Brother, where are you coming from? Do you want a ferry?"

Before the old man could answer, a young boatman smiled and said, "Old Liu, can't you see that their family is fleeing the famine? A few days ago, there were a few people like them in the Qishan Empire, saying that the immortals were fighting in the Qishan Empire, and the mortals were killed and injured countless times, and those who were lucky enough to not die fled everywhere and became called Huazi!"

After listening to the boatman's explanation, the long-armed old man glared and was about to say something, but the youngest man in black who followed behind him snorted, "What's wrong with calling Hanako?"

The long-armed old man seemed to remember something, and a rare smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "Yes, yes, isn't we just called Hanako now!" That, boatman, you see how many taels of silver I have here, which of you can send us to Yuwangbu?"

"What kind of money does this old brother say, he will see the outside!" Lao Liu, the old boatman who had been talking to before, grabbed the long-armed old man, dragged him to his boat, and beckoned the other three to hurry up and get on the boat, for fear that others would rob him of his business.

"Sit down, and we'll sail when I worship the river god!" said Liu.

"Worship the river god, what other river god is there in this rotten river?" asked the long-armed old man in surprise.

"You can't talk nonsense! You can't talk nonsense!" Lao Liu stopped the long-armed old man in a panic, and took out a small chicken leg from his arms and threw it into the river, chanting words in his mouth, to the effect that he asked the river god to bless him to pass the Yindai River safely to the other side of Yuwangbu.

The long-armed old man snorted coldly: "Your little chicken leg can't even send a dog, how can you make a river god happy!"

Lao Liu saw that the long-armed old man was thin and weak, and thought that he couldn't entangle with him, muttering in his mouth and pretending not to hear his complaints, and drove the small wooden boat away from the river bank and towards Yuwang Port with a bamboo pole.

The scenery of the Yindai River is extremely beautiful, the river water is dark green like Dai, and the river surface is shining like fish scales, like a wide streamer winding in the vast land.

Before the boat sailed out of Shizhang, the originally calm Yindai River became inexplicably irritable, the river was agitated, and the waves followed one wave after another, and the waves were more rapid than the waves. The small wooden boat was hit by the waves, and although Lao Liu struggled to paddle, the small boat was spinning in place, but it was difficult to move an inch.

"It's over, it's over, the river god is angry!" Lao Liu said in horror, and he angrily pointed at the long-armed old man and scolded, "It's all your fault for calling Hanako!

The long-armed old man snorted coldly, "What river god, I don't know which one is pretending to be a god here to scare you mortals!" The long-armed old man threw his stick at the head of the waves. The old man, though he looked thin, had no small strength, and he smashed it with a stick, and a huge ripple quickly spread out on the surface of the river. Wherever the ripples went, the waves fell, and the river calmed down again.