When I said this, the old man took the wood knife from the wood in his hand, and then slowly got up and said yes.

The waters of the Yellow River for thousands of miles, the water area is so large that ordinary people can't imagine, and it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to peek into the secrets of the Yellow River. I'm afraid that in fact, the Yellow River River God doesn't know why. Otherwise, how could a dead man cry in the Yellow River for three days such a sensational thing, how could the Yellow River God not have heard of it at all.

If you don't talk about the god of the Yellow River, let's just say that many sailors and people of the Yellow River have not spread such news, so this matter is weird and mysterious, and it really seems like a fantasy.

The old man got up, took a firewood knife in his hand and walked towards the Yellow River, at this time I was very curious, to the Yellow River, the water looked extremely turbulent. The sky was also very gloomy.

I couldn't help but ask the old man, "Uncle, are we going into the water?" "

The old man didn't answer me immediately, but looked at the surface of the Yellow River leisurely, and I didn't have any confidence in my heart.

Huang En stood beside me and whispered to me, "Engong, is there really a dead person crying in this river?" "

I said I don't know.

Time flies. In the next second, I saw the old man walking towards the surface of the Yellow River, and as he walked towards the water, I soon discovered a scene that surprised me, the water surface that was originally very turbulent suddenly became lighter, and what was even stranger was that I actually saw the river slowly frozen.

Huang En's face was also shocked.

This, how is this possible.

Here's how the old man did it.

Huang En said: Engong, he shouldn't be a Heavenly Court Immortal with mana, right? "

I shook my head and said I didn't know, I only knew that everywhere I could see now, all frozen, this kind of ability, it was really breathtaking, fortunately, there were no people on the side of the Yellow River at this time, otherwise, it would really scare ordinary people out of a good place.

The old man's voice soon came: "Not yet! "

I answered, and walked over there, and Huang En wanted to follow, so I said to Huang En, "You wait for me on the shore, and if I have anything, you can go back and report the news." "

Huang En's expression became a little more serious when he heard my words, and nodded. Say.

I came to the river, standing beside the old man, the old man squatted down, took a firewood knife and knocked out a hole in the water, the size of the hole can accommodate one person to enter and exit, the old man walked inside, I followed, the frozen Yellow River, under the water, looks very beautiful.

He kept walking, and as he walked forward, the ice in front of him would automatically break up and make a way for him to walk, and when he reached a place, he had probably reached the bottom of the Yellow River, and I heard a cry.

The sound of crying sounded in the middle of the ice, and it seemed very ethereal.

But at the same time, it was creepy, and I looked around, trying to find out where the cry came from, but when I looked at it, I saw nothing.

You can see that it's still ice.

How can a dead person who has been crying for three days and three nights still cry, this is not right!

At this time, the old man turned his back to me, and I opened my mouth and shouted: "Uncle, where are people crying?" "

Uncle didn't answer me right away.

The Faceless Man had told me that a man had died in the river. The dead man wept in the river for three days and three nights, and you must know that even if he cried for three days and three nights, so much time has passed, and there should be no crying now.

I started to think about it, and I thought more and more that something was wrong.

Sometimes there are things that you really can't think about, and once you think about it, you will feel more and more terrible, just like sometimes you sleep in bed, you feel uncomfortable sleeping, so you think, is there something unclean on my body, if you really follow this line of thought to think carefully, you will eventually find that you really seem to have a ghost on your body.

To think about it is to think about it in a terrible way.

I called my uncle, but he didn't answer me, but the crying continued, and this cry made me confused at the same time, but I was also panicked.

I saw that my uncle didn't answer me. So I put a hand on my uncle's shoulder, but when I put my hand on my uncle's shoulder, I found that his shoulder was shaking, and I was stunned. Something doesn't seem right.

You must know that when people are sobbing, their shoulders usually sway, is it not someone else who is crying, but the old man in front of me?

Suddenly, my heart rippled, thinking about this, how is this possible.

I called out to Uncle again, but Uncle still ignored me, and I suddenly felt a strange aura spreading here, and something was more and more wrong. I tried to break my uncle's shoulder, but no matter how hard I tried, he still didn't move.

, hell, it's hell.

Rao is I am the Dragon King of the Yellow River, at this time I was a little panicked, I didn't think too much about it at the moment, so I turned around and walked back, but when I turned around and walked back, I found that the retreat had been blocked, and the ice blocked the way.

I see that. He looked back at the old man and said, "What do you mean by that?" "

The old man's shoulders were still shaking, in fact, no matter how the old guy cried or behaved, it was not so terrible, and the most terrible thing was that he was silent now.

This kind of silence is the most heart-wrenching.

Time passed minute by minute, I stood still, I took out the paperwork of the Yellow River Dragon King, ready to deal with sudden changes at any time.

I took a deep breath, and I was thinking that if I had dozens of numbers and he didn't speak, I would manipulate the Yellow River hydrology and break through the frozen world.

I began to count in my heart, but I was just about to count to ten, but the original crying suddenly stopped, and then I saw the old man slowly turned around, and when the old man turned around, I saw tears on the old man's face. I was stunned when I saw it.

It was really the old man who was crying, and it turned out that he was the dead man who had been crying in the river for three days.

It's just that looking at him now doesn't look like a dead man at all.