Towards evening, the sky gradually darkened, the cold wind gradually rose, and the river was slowly receding.

The full moon rises and sets on the surface of the river, sparkling and refracting a faint brilliance.

"A few of you are going to cross the river. ”

A calm and powerful voice sounded, and by now, the fishermen of Jiangbian Town, who had finally recognized the situation, came out.

This man was dressed plainly, but he was born strong, in the prime of life, with a face full of loyalty.

When Ye Qingtian heard this, he was a little surprised, withdrew his hands to play the piano, got up, saluted, and said, "Are there any boats in the town?"

The fisherman nodded slightly, and then led the group up and down the river.

"The boats in the town have been destroyed by the devils, and now this is the only boat that can cross the river. ”

On the rocky beach upstream of the river, fishermen point to a sailboat docked on the shore.

The ship is not small, but it can accommodate Ye Qingtian and a few people.

"Uncle, you see it's getting late now, and we won't bother you anymore, you see if you sell us this boat, you can do as much as you want. ”

Tsing Yi came to the fisherman, said with a smile, and took out a heavy silver bag after speaking.

When the fisherman saw so much money, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he showed hesitation, and said: "It's not impossible to sell it to you, but this Douxing River has been doing strange things recently, and if a few people choose to cross the river now, I'm afraid it will be dangerous." ”

The fishermen's words are not unreasonable, the Douxing River is already very weird, and they all live by the river all year round, so they know more about it.

With an indifferent expression, Tsing Yi handed the silver bag to the fisherman and said, "You don't have to worry about this, you just need to sell the boat to us." ”

Staring at the heavy silver bag in his hand, the fisherman finally gritted his teeth and said, "In that case, then okay, the boat will be sold to you." ”

"Hehe, then thank you uncle. Tsing Yi hugged his fists and thanked him, with a smile.

The boat was sold to Ye Qingtian and a few people, and the fishermen didn't stay here for long, so they turned around and left.

It's just that after the fisherman turned to leave, the weird smile that appeared on the corner of his mouth was slightly noticed.

When they came to the side of the boat, the ship was simple, but it was well and sturdy, and the sails were lowered at this time, and there was a simple canopy on it.

Set sail, the green shirt shook the oars and slowly passed away towards the river in the cold wind of the night.

Ye Qingtian sat in the cabin, frowning all the time, from the time he saw that fisherman, an ominous premonition faintly rose in his heart.

It's just that the fisherman is too ordinary to see anything wrong, and there is nothing wrong with the boat, which makes him puzzled.

The boat gradually moved away from the riverbank, and although the cold wind howled in the river, there were no accidents.

In contemplation, Ye Qingtian slowly closed his eyes, as if he was very tired, and in less than a moment, he had fallen asleep.

No one on the boat noticed anything abnormal, and Qianhe just covered Ye Qingtian with a blanket, and then quietly stayed by his side.

The cold wind above the river became more and more cold, and the full moon in the sky began to gradually change at this time, and in less than a moment it was already as red as blood, and the strange moonlight sprinkled on Ye Qingtian's sleeping face from outside the boat.

Woo woo...

The sound of a grumbling wail suddenly sounded, and the waves suddenly surged over the entire river, and the sound continued to reverberate.

The violent shaking of the hull made Ye Qingtian suddenly open his eyes.

It's just that the moment Ye Qingtian opened his eyes, his brows suddenly furrowed.

There were already monstrous waves in front of him, and the water curtain in the sky formed an insurmountable giant wall, surging towards Ye Qingtian.

Ye Qingtian's eyes were surrounded, on the boat, there was no one around him, and the moonlight in the air was like blood, which made him suddenly frightened.

"Sister Chiho..."

Ye Qingtian shouted, but no one responded.

"Purple clothes and green shirts, Murong Jing. ”

Ye Qingtian continued to shout, but still no one answered.

Shaking slowly, Ye Qingtian stood up, came to the bow of the boat, looked up at the water curtain in front of him, and a cold sweat rose behind his back.

In the water curtain, a huge face like a mountain, incomparably hideous, like a devil swallowing the sky, opened its bloody mouth, exposed its sharp fangs, and swallowed it towards him.

Ye Qingtian frowned, what happened suddenly made him completely clueless, and now he has no way to deal with it.

There was a turbulent river all around, Ye Qingtian was helpless, but he inadvertently saw a foreign object appearing in the blood moon in the air.

Ye Qingtian looked at it fixedly, and he was even more shocked.

Above the full moon in the sky, his face is prominent, his hair is scattered, his face is pale, his eyes are pupilless, and he is extremely empty.

Looking again, the black and red lips above the human face showed a grim smile.

Ye Qingtian's scalp suddenly went numb, and there was a buzzing sound in his head, as if countless noisy sounds had entered his mind in an instant.

Between breaths, Ye Qingtian could clearly feel that the overwhelming water curtain in front of him had covered him.

The hull of the ship was torn to pieces, and Ye Qingtian, who had no foothold, fell into the endless river.

Immediately after, Ye Qingtian felt the water flow into his mouth and nose, and the feeling of suffocation followed.

Consciousness is slowly dissipating.

"Did you just die..."

Ye Qingtian sighed helplessly with unwillingness in his heart, and then disappeared into the endless darkness.

I don't know how long it was, and when Ye Qingtian woke up again, he was lying on Qianhe's lap.

"Childe, you're sweating a lot, are you having a nightmare? ”

Chiho's concerned voice sounded in his ears.

"Is it just a dream?" Ye Qingtian let out a sigh of relief, propped himself up, and looked out of the boat.

At this time, it was already drizzling outside, the river was still calm, and the full moon in the sky had been obscured by dark clouds.

Qingyi was dressed in a cloak with a cloak on his head, rowing the oars hard, and the purple clothes were sitting quietly next to him, and Murong Wei had already fallen asleep at this time.

Everyone is there, everything is still normal, Ye Qingtian wiped the cold sweat on the top of his head, so to speak, it was really just a dream just now.

It's just that this dream is a little too weird, and it is above the Douxing River, which can't help but make Ye Qingtian vigilant.

"Hey, what's that?"

Outside the cabin, Tsing Yi suddenly let out a surprise and made everyone look back.

Ye Qingtian suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, his brows tightened for a while, and he stepped out of the cabin and looked in the direction pointed by Qingyi.

When everyone heard this, they all walked out of the cabin.

"Idiot, this Dou Xingjiang is weird and abnormal, don't pay attention to what you don't know, row your boat. ”

Ziyi reminded behind Qingyi, and his tone seemed calm, but he could still hear it, and Ziyi was also nervous at this time.

A hundred meters away from the boat they were in, there was a headless corpse, its clothes in tatters, and it was impossible to tell that it was that era, looming in the water, but it was always washed away by the rushing river.

Jiang Zhong saw a strange detour, and when he encountered an ancient corpse, he did not look back.

This is a saying that has been passed down by the Douxing River, and I don't know how many generations it has been inherited.

It means that on the Douxing River, if you encounter a strange incident, you must take a detour and walk away, and if you see any strange corpses, you must not look back, just go forward.

Because there is a legend, under the bottom of the Douxing River, countless years ago, countless ancient gods and demons were buried, and their bodies were immortal after they fell, and they have been wandering in the river, just waiting to find people who are nostalgic for their corpses, ingest their souls, and be reborn.

Being reminded by Ziyi like this, Qingyi immediately reacted, hurriedly accelerated the speed of the oar, and quickly headed into the distance.

It's just that Ye Qingtian frowned, recalling the ominous premonition he had from the very beginning when he saw the fisherman.

The fisherman is too ordinary, and ordinary people are suspicious.

Most of the inhabitants of the riverside town had been slaughtered, and the rest were still immersed in fear, but at that time, only one fisherman appeared, and a boat was found for them.

If you were an ordinary person, I'm afraid you didn't have the courage to appear at that time, and why didn't this ship be destroyed by the people of the Ghoul Gate.

It wasn't far from the riverside town to the place where the boat was put upstream, and it was impossible for the people of the Ghoul Gate not to find out.

In his mind, he kept recalling the previous heaviness, and after a while, Ye Qingtian suddenly realized.

"Oh no, we're fooled. ”

After Ye Qingtian finished speaking, he turned around, but he was stunned for a while.

The moment he turned around, the headless ancient corpse suddenly appeared, and a phantom slowly floated out from the headless ancient corpse, it was a head.

A head with a cloak of hair, a pale face, and hollow eyes was exactly the same as the head Ye Qingtian had seen in the blood moon in his dream before.

In an instant, Ye Qingtian seemed to be frozen, and his head once again showed the familiar smile of Ye Qingtian at this time.

Poof...

Ye Qingtian suddenly took an uncontrollable step and fell into the river, and then a hurricane blew wildly above his head, pushing the boat forward crazily.

After falling into the water, Ye Qingtian could only watch the boat where Qianhe and them were quickly disappearing in front of his eyes, and he could vaguely hear all kinds of anxious shouts from the boat.

The boat completely disappeared from the river, and Ye Qingtian was also submerged by the river immediately.

Woo woo...

An eerie wail sounded above the river again, and the headless corpse quickly approached the location where Ye Qingtian fell into the water.

Whoa...

Suddenly, the river gushed out, and a huge figure emerged above the water, revealing a pitch-black back with runes flashing on it, emitting light that shone on the headless ancient corpse.

"Roar..."

The headless ancient corpse let out a painful roar, and then quickly left, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The spine then sank again, but you could see the surging of the river, as if there was a behemoth swimming in the water.

After a while, his back resurfaced again, but this time, Ye Qingtian's body was extra on it.

Ye Qingtian's eyes were closed at this time, his body was soaked by the river, and his chest was faintly undulating, proving that he was not dead.

The huge back, holding Ye Qingtian slowly towards the river, gradually disappeared at the end, and at this time, the rain had stopped, the black clouds in the sky dispersed, the full moon hung high in the sky again, and the river surface returned to calm.