On the canoe in front of Iannie, the round Indian shaman sat in the middle, she had almost taken up space for two people, which caused the other three young Indian warriors and a wolf or a large dog to huddle in two positions at the head and tail.

To Anne's surprise, there was a beaver lying on the bow of the canoe, this beaver was unusually large, similar to the size of a person, and its wide tail hung beyond the bow of the boat, and even hung down to the bottom of the boat, and the flat tail of the beaver swung back and forth, as if paddling.

"What are you doing!" Inferno's voice rang out again.

Iannie looked towards where the sound came from, but saw a large-eared mouse-like head emerge from between the two Indian warriors in the stern of the ship, the head of a rat was about the size of a baby's head, and it was expected that this mouse would be the size of a child. Following the poked out head, the two fleshy wings also struggled to stretch out.

It wasn't a mouse, it was a giant bat!

The next moment, Yi Annie realized that this bat was probably transformed by the vampire of Fernor. Anne wondered why Inferno was no longer clinging to its human form, but the canoe in front of her was waiting for her, and she was too embarrassed to ask—and it seemed that the bat was in a bad mood right now.

Looking at the stern of the boat, which was crowded with two large bats, Yi Annie silently stepped into the bow of the boat, which was only one man, one dog and one beaver, but because the Indian warrior who was already inside was relatively strong, and the dog also took up a lot of space, she could only put her feet in the canoe, and the man sat on the side of the boat.

As Anne entered the canoe, the canoe did not even show any rollover or tilt. But after all, this canoe is not in the water, and it cannot be seen as an ordinary canoe.

As Anne sat down, the oars on both sides of the canoe swung on their own, slowly heading in the unknown direction.

In the dense fog, where there was no light at all, only this canoe seemed to have a hint of the breath of the living. The shaman beats a tambourine with one hand, and after a while with the other hand takes something out of her bosom and throws it into the thick fog.

The structure of this tambourine of the Indians looks very interesting, it seems to be tied directly to the arm, so it can be struck with one hand. Compared to the tambourine before Gazir, the shaman's hand looked a little larger and the sound was relatively dull, but Anne could feel a very powerful force emerging from the tambourine sound, shielding the malevolent fog from the canoe.

Anne sat on the side of the ship, with a simple Indian warrior in front and a shaman on her right, who had been beating the tambourine with a blank face. It was awkward to turn your face in either direction, so all that was left was the beaver in the direction of the bow of the boat on the left.

He looked at the beaver lying on the bow of the boat, who also happened to be looking at Anne.

Looking at the two bright black eyes on the beaver's furry head, Yi Anne couldn't help but miss her master, Lulu, who had only gone to the newly rented house two days ago to see Lulu, but now it seems like a long time ago.

Thinking so, Anne's fluffy hand touched the beaver's head.

The beaver's fur is shorter and stiffer than that of cats, and it is a little prickly to the touch, but it still feels good. However, Anne still remembered that she was not familiar with this beaver, so she withdrew her hand after a few strokes.

Looking at the beaver's little eyes staring at her, Anne asked, "Were you the one who stopped me from going deeper into the cave before?" Why are you helping me? ”

The beaver didn't speak, but actually showed a humane tsundere expression, and then twisted his head away.

Yi Anne and the beaver's actions happened right under the shaman's aunt's nose, so in response to the beaver's strange performance, Yi Anne looked at the shaman aunt with a puzzled look.

The shaman probably understood Annenie's doubts, but due to the language barrier, she only muttered a few casually and shook her head.

Iannie looked at the Indian warrior opposite, who waved his hand and replied in standard English, "I don't know Alkungan either......"

"Wouldn't it be better to communicate in English?" Yi Anne was stunned for a moment, and then laughed a little lightly, "So what's the situation with us?" Where did this canoe come from? Are we running for our lives or are we going to fight the god of the sea? What does Poseidon look like? You Indian gods aren't like Cthulhu, are they? ”

The Indian warrior sitting face to face with Iannie didn't know what to say, and several of the people in the back seat sneered, presumably laughing at Iannie for not knowing anything, or at the embarrassment of her companions.

Anne speculates that the latter is predominant, and that since the two major North American regimes are trying to "naturalize" the Indians, their new generation of young people is actually no different from the education of normal young Canadians. Therefore, although the other party is wearing traditional Indian clothes, but in the case that they don't even know their own language, in fact, the inner core is almost the same as the locals.

So in the eyes of the two Indian warriors in the stern of the ship, it seems that their partner has been molested by Yi Annie and cannot be refuted......

It was under such considerations that Yi Annie began to communicate with each other as ordinary people.

"Ahem!"

Before the other party could answer, the shaman aunt coughed twice. Suddenly, the atmosphere on the canoe, which had been somewhat relaxed, suddenly tightened. It's really not time to chat, and although I don't know what the situation is now, Anne Yi also senses that they are not out of danger yet.

It was evident that the big dog sitting between Iannie and the Indian warrior had been grinning a little, his muscles tense and ready to attack. This is also why the fluffy control Yi Annie did not touch the dog just now, but went to pet the beaver lying on the bow of the boat.

After a moment of silence, the shaman put down the tambourine that had been beating, turned her head and muttered a few words behind her. Then, Anne heard again the sound of the urn from the Inferno bat: "Anne, it's time for you to get off the boat." ”

"Huh?" Anne was a little unexpected.

"Uh, fishing for the sea god ......" Bat added, which was an explanation.

"So my use, is it really bait?" After reacting to Ferno's meaning, Yi Annie calmed down, because she had almost guessed before, "Did the shaman just throw something out of the boat, was she making a nest?" ”