"The road is blocked." Li Chi let go of the hand that was holding his collar, and his mood was a little complicated for a while.

The boulder was at least three feet high, like a broken mountain, with a lot of dark green moss attached to it. He stepped forward and looked at it for a moment, sniffing the smell of the rocks on it, but he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

But is it really just a coincidence?

"Senior brother, how are we going to get over now? Crawl over? Shang Ci scratched his hair and looked up at the huge stone, feeling a little embarrassed. Uh, what kind of mouth is you? What do you say......

"The stone walls are full of moss, you can climb one and try it." Li Chi said as he took a few steps back, and then glanced at him with a "you don't have a brain" look.

This valley is the only way to Yunmengze, and now it is blocked by huge rocks, which is indeed a bit troublesome.

Before, Li Chi had suffered damage to his mind because of his careless cultivation, and he was unable to use the sword technique at the moment.

Now, it is really in response to the crow's mouth of this senior brother Shang, and only the waterway is feasible.

Just to take a boat...... When he thought of this, his face turned a little colder.

It's better to close your eyes later, it's better than waiting here.

"Let's go."

"Huh?" Shang Ci was puzzled and froze in place, and after a while, he saw his Senior Brother Li walking towards the ferry, and the wide white sleeved robe brushed in front of him lightly, "Senior Brother, are we taking the waterway?" ”

"Hmm."

"Ahhh Good good! Shang Cihuo was like a hungry dog that saw bones, his eyes lit up, and he ran to Li Chi's side with great excitement, and the whole person looked very well-behaved.

If he hadn't been afraid of being beaten by Senior Brother Li, he would have turned around and shouted at the boulder at this moment: "Good job!" ”

Li Chi's white clothes fluttered, and Shang Ci happily floated to the ferry.

There is an old wooden pavilion next to the ferry, and there are many cracks on the pillars of the pavilion, even if it has been damaged by wind and rain, the skeleton has not been broken.

There was an old man in black in the pavilion, who was sitting by a pillar, his face looming under the brim of his hat, and his white beard unkempt on his chest, as if he was napping.

Several wooden boats docked at the ferry, one next to the other, like waterfowl huddled together because they were afraid of the cold.

"Uncle, we want a boat." Shang Ci took the initiative to greet the old man, but did not get the slightest response.

The air was very quiet, he raised his eyebrows, muttered and walked towards the man, "Uncle, this is a business, you have to be active." ”

Li Chi stared at the old man for a long time, and the wrongness in his heart became stronger and stronger...... At this moment, a flash of light flashed through his mind, so he opened his lips and called, "Come back, don't touch it!" There was a hint of urgency in his voice.

However, it was already too late.

Shang Ci suddenly heard this, and turned back in confusion, and his fingers had already poked the old man's body over there.

Originally, the man was just sitting quietly by the pavilion pillar, the brim of his hat was drawn so low that it was impossible to see what his face was. And now that he was poked by Shang Ci like this, he immediately slid straight down the road, and a blue-white face was suddenly exposed to the sight of the two of them.

His face was stiff and his lips were blue.

Obviously, it's a dead man.

"Division...... Brother, he, he's dead! Shang Ci twisted his fingers sluggishly, and his brain went blank.

"yes, I know." Li Chi's expression was solemn, his fingers were slightly bent, and then he stepped forward to check the old man's condition.

It is not caused by external force, it is not killed by poison, and there seems to be no trace of death.

Suddenly, Li Chi felt the remnants of spiritual power around his neck, and his eyes deepened - just an ordinary ferry keeper, why did he lose his life? Or was killed by the monks.

Just now he faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, and when Shang Ci stepped forward to move the old man, Li Chi suddenly came back to his senses.

If the valley was inhabited, the sound of the boulder falling was enough to attract the people in the vicinity.

The ferry was so close to the valley that if the old man had only been asleep, he would have been awakened by the loud noise.

However, it didn't.

"Senior brother, what the hell is going on?" Shang Ci squatted in the corner, still panicked in his heart. Although he was bold, he had seen a lot of ups and downs when he was in Shangwangfu before, but he really saw a dead man for the first time.

Especially thinking that his hand was still slipping over the old man's corpse just now, Shang Ci almost couldn't help but vomit.

"I don't know." Li Chi was very calm on his face, and his heart was also covered by a mess. He got back to his feet, only to notice Shang Ci shaking violently in the corner. "What's wrong with you?"

"I, I'm afraid." Shang Ci almost cried, "Senior brother, I've never seen a dead person, let alone ......" Not to mention that he had just poked this corpse down.

Poking down a person, and poking down a dead person, is a completely different concept.

"You'll see you now." Li Chi will not comfort people, and his tone is a little stiff. "Maybe more in the future."

"......" Shang Ci trembled his lips, and his eyes were really a little red. Senior brother, isn't it embarrassing for me to look like this? ”

"Hmm." Li Chi replied very sincerely, and then took a few steps closer to the young man squatting in the corner, "You get up." ”

"......" Shang Ci exhaled a few deep breaths, and touched his fingers several times before he successfully climbed the pillar. His calves trembled for a long time before he was completely on his feet. He stared at Li Chi with red eyes for a while, then lowered his head and walked to his side, his voice trembling slightly, "Senior brother, aren't you afraid?" ”

"Well, I'm not afraid." Li Chi replied, his eyes were not shocked.

Yes, not afraid.

For he had seen the dead a long time ago.

And, more than one.

The sky was bright, the clouds were foggy, and the white velvet flowers on the reeds were seduced by the wind to dance a parting song. The dead old man lay quietly on the uneven ground, and the few small boats crowded together revealed some eerie weirdness.

"Senior brother, what should we do now?" Shang Ci squatted on the ferry with his legs bent, his brows tightly knit and his hands dipped in the river water. He rubbed his fingers vigorously at his own devices, as if this would wash away all the physical and mental discomfort. "Or do you want to go back to Yunmengze by water?"

Although it was he who was clamoring to take the boat before, but now there is a ferry keeper who died here for no apparent reason, if he still chooses to take the boat, Shang Ci is really under some psychological pressure.

"The valley is sealed, and there is no other way to save the waterways." Li Chi replied lightly, and the sparkling water reflected his white-clothed hunting and peerless elegance. He tilted his head slightly, but saw Shang Ci's gaze staring directly at the sword at his waist, so he had to speak helplessly: "A few days ago, I accidentally damaged my cultivation of the mental method, so I can't control the sword for the time being." ”

I see.