[69 Book Bar - www.] On the smoky river, a faint light loomed in the darkness, like a firefly swaying in the wind.

The sound of the oars breaking through the water broke the eerie silence on the river, and a small boat was slowly moving through the mist.

At the stern of the boat, a hunchbacked old man slowly rocked the oars of the boat. The small lamp hanging on the stern glowed faintly but continuously. Occasionally a gust of wind blew, and when I always thought it would go out, it just flashed suddenly.

, it flickered in the blink of an eye, but it still lit up firmly.

Four people were sitting on the bow of the boat. One of the young men curiously leaned out of the boat, trying to see clearly the mysterious river water shrouded in light smoke and mist. Suddenly, a bloody hand appeared. To be precise, it was a hand with only a skeleton left.

, broke out of the water and grabbed the man's shoulders. A strong force tried to pull the young man off the boat.

"careful!"

There was a loud shout, and the old man who was sitting at the stern of the boat appeared next to the man in an instant. A flash of fire showed that the young man had been rescued and thrown back into the boat.

The other three people looked at this scene in horror. The severed hand was still holding on to the young man. The old man just glanced at it, then slowly walked back to the stern of the boat and continued to paddle.

The man lay down on the board of the boat, rolling around in pain, trying his best to pull on the severed hand, but it could not be pulled down. Instead, the hand was grasped tighter and tighter, and it was vaguely visible that there were bones in the man's hand.

One of the women couldn't bear to see the young man in pain, so she begged the old man: "Old man, please do your best to send Buddha to the west and save him, otherwise he will die!"

The old man slowly raised his head, his eyes as bright as stars in the dark night.

The woman was stunned. The old man's eyes were bright and clear, and seemed to emit a faint light of fire.

"Young lady, you are joking. I only rescue the dead."

The hoarse voice on the strangely empty river had an indescribable biting chill.

Everyone's expressions changed. Another older man hesitated for a while and finally asked: "May I ask if this river is called Wangchuan?"

The other three people's faces instantly turned pale, Wangchuanhe, who in the world doesn't know this?

This river is also called the Santu River. According to legend, it is the dividing line between the world of life and the world of death.

The old man slowly paddled the oar and spoke slowly, with a hoarse voice like an old crow.

"Do you know how many innocent ghosts are gathered under this boat? If any of you fall in, I will never save you. In addition to countless water ghosts who are immortal and cannot be reincarnated, there are also this biting

If the soul-destroying poison enters, it will become like the hand just now, which will not stop dying and stay in this river of forgetfulness forever."

When the old man said this, he suddenly laughed sinisterly.

Everyone was shocked and speechless. After being stunned for a while, they were surprised to realize that the mist on the river was getting thicker and thicker, and it had filled the entire river. The smoke climbed up the boat like a small snake, and even the people close to them could not even see it.

No one can see clearly.

What followed was a rich smell of blood.

The timid ones were even so frightened that they burst into tears. For a moment, almost everyone on the boat was crumbling.

"Gui Che, you are scaring people again."
Chapter completed!