Qiao Ke'er subconsciously took two steps back, the old man's deeply sunken eyes were very scary, and his hand holding the bamboo pole was covered with dark spots.

She was hesitating to speak, when she heard the old man's hoarse voice again. "I'm just a boatman, and I won't hurt you."

"What do you want?" Qiao Keer asked.

The old man slowly raised his withered right hand and pointed to her slightly bulging jacket pocket.

Qiao Ke'er raised his hand and touched a thick stack of dark coins, which were printed with Master Lin's name, which should have been prepared by him.

Money can make ghosts grind, this sentence is true.

The wooden boat slowly approached, and Qiao Ke'er handed the dark coin to the old man. The old man took the coins and counted them, and his rickety body stepped back slightly, and said, "Come up."

Qiao Keer was about to get on the boat, and as soon as her toes touched the side of the boat, she realized that the boat was actually paper-paste, and she quickly withdrew her feet. "This ......"

"The only thing that can come here is the soul." The old man kept his head buried and couldn't see the expression on his face. "The spirit boat crosses the soul, and it can't sink it...... Come on. ”

Qiao Keer raised her hand and touched her body, there was no temperature at all, she was just a wisp of soul now, no wonder her whole body was fluttering.

After boarding the boat, the boatman propped up the bamboo pole and the boat slowly moved towards the middle of the river. The surroundings were eerie, and there seemed to be something at the bottom of the boat, making a rustling sound all the time.

Qiao Ke'er poked his head out and was about to look into the water, when the old man suddenly scolded. "Don't look down!"

"If you don't want to stay here forever, just sit back and don't move."

"Oh......" Qiao Ke'er glanced up at him, and from her angle, she happened to see the sallow and shriveled face under the hat, and she quickly lowered her head in fright.

The boat moved to the middle of the river, and the hull suddenly shook violently, and it was like something attached to the bottom of the boat, pulling the boat down with force.

Qiao Keer grabbed the side of the boat tightly with both hands, a little panicked. "What's going on? This ......"

The old man didn't speak, he raised the bamboo pole in his hand and waved it vigorously, "Bang-" There was a loud bang, and several black shadows spread out from under the boat and disappeared into the black water.

"Sit tight." As soon as the words ended, the boat quickly approached the shore.

Seeing that she was about to land, Qiao Ke'er suddenly felt wet under her feet and looked down...... I don't know when a hole was broken in the bottom of the boat, and the black river was bubbling up.

"The boat is leaking!" Qiao Keer was about to stand up, the hull of the boat shook violently, her body lost its center of gravity and fell backwards, plus the boat itself was shaking, and her body fell directly into the river.

"Ahh

When she was only half a meter away from the river, the old man raised the bamboo pole in his hand in time and pulled her back.

"If you fall into the river, the Da Luo Immortals can't save you." The old man said lightly, he had long been surprised by this situation.

Qiao Ke'er quickly stabilized her body and glanced back...... There are many hands suddenly stretched out in the river, just like the horror scenes in the movie, and the scalp is numb to watch.

The boat finally landed, and Qiao Keer hurriedly jumped to the shore. She was about to ask the boatman for directions, when she looked back...... The boat disappeared from the river, and there was nothing around.

If it weren't for standing on the other side of the river, she wondered if what she had just seen was a hallucination.

She touched the red thread on her wrist and continued walking......

The surroundings are getting more and more desolate, there is not even a ghost, and the temperature is getting colder and colder.

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