The wooden boat is very small.

But more than ten meters long.

Compared with the flying boats carried by the divine cultivators, it is really a witch.

The wooden boat is full of decay.

The hull is very old and even rots in some places.

But at the bow of the boat, there was a boatman wearing a trouser head and black maroon. His voice was hoarse and very unpleasant, like a demon from hell.

All of this gives people a very uncomfortable feeling.

But the boatman was unaware of it and even took the initiative to ask if everyone needed to take the boat.

"Junior Brother Luo, please!"

Xia Sen smiled coldly.

He obviously would not take risks with himself, but wanted Su Xing to be cannon fodder.

"There is no free lunch in the world. What do we need to pay for when riding your ship?"

Su Xing ignored Xia Sen, but looked at the boatman and asked.

The boatman was silent for a while before sighing: "In the past, we should have charged a fee, but this time, I don't know why so many people died this time."

"Especially, like you, who lose your life at a young age, is a pity."

"I'll give you a free ride!"

The boatman seems to have a good temper and is easy to deal with.

He looked at Su Xing and others and felt a little compassion.

However, everyone's faces were not good-looking.

"Hey! You mean, we're dead?"

He Tong stared at the boatman and couldn't help asking.

"Yes! Are you still alive?"

The boatman shook his head, his face hidden under the cloak should have a helpless expression.

"Old man, what about me?"

Xia Sen asked.

"Aren't you dead too?

There is not a living person among you!"

The boatman sighed.

"You fart!"

Xia Sen said with a calm face: "Stop talking about the people here. Will we not even be able to tell whether we are dead or alive?"

Not only Xia Sen, no one present would believe the boatman's words.

"understand!"

The boatman was not surprised, but just sighed softly.

It seemed that he was no longer surprised by this scene.

People are always unwilling to accept reality and are unwilling to face the worst results.

But, what can I do?

Nothing can be changed.

"Is this old guy lying on purpose or is there something wrong with his brain?"

He Tong asked in a low voice.

"He probably didn't lie."

Su Xing frowned. He could feel that the old man's mood was not fake at all, nor was there any intention of conspiracy.

Then, the question arises.

Why did the old man believe that his group was dead?

To be honest, no matter who encounters this situation, you will feel quite uncomfortable.

Too unlucky.

"So, thank you for yourselves."

Su Xing bowed to the old man, and then was the first to board the wooden boat.

He Tong and others all believed in Su Xing’s judgment very much.

We all experienced the adventure of the Great Black Abyss together. Although everything in front of us was strange, we were not panicked yet, and we were generally quite calm.

"You're welcome!"

The boatman shook his head indifferently, then looked at Xia Sen and others: "Aren't you leaving?"

If you don’t leave, I will say goodbye first.”

"But you must not try to cross the Sea of ​​Forgetful River."

"That will only put you in a desperate situation."

The reason why the boatman said a few more words was because some people had not listened to his advice before, and were swallowed up by the Sea of ​​Forgetful River and destroyed.

Among them, several gods are also included.

"We'll go, too!"

Finally, Xia Tian and Xia Sen made a decision.

They also boarded the wooden boat.

"Sit down!"

"Set off!"

The boatman shouted and rowed the oars, and the boat broke through the water and moved forward.

The speed doesn't seem to be fast.

But that's because in this Forgetful River, all the scenery has almost not changed much.

In fact, the speed of this boat was at its peak.

Even if the God is chasing him at full speed, he is probably out of reach.

But, strangely, Su Xing did not sense any cultivation aura on the boatman, and there was no fluctuation of power. The other party seemed to be an ordinary person.

This is puzzling.

In fact, everyone has many questions in their hearts.

"Old senior, the name of this sea is called the Sea of ​​Forgetful River?"

Su Xing asked.

Since the old man is easy to speak, it is better to learn some useful information through him first.

Su Xing has heard folk legends and is not unfamiliar with the word "官网".

However, in folk legends, Wangchuan is the Wangchuan River, not a sea.

There should be a Naihe Bridge in the Forgetful River.

But, there is obviously no bridge at this moment.

This is not bad news.

According to folk legend, the scenery that people who are Wangchuan River and Naihe Bridge will only be seen after they die, are full of unknowns. It is naturally good to meet less.

"yes!"

The old man nodded.

He has a good sense of awakening, gentle and polite.

It's a pity that he died at a young age.

"Is there any danger in this Sea of ​​Forgetful Rivers?

Why can we only cross the boats of our seniors?”

Su Xing asked again.

"I don't know what the specific dangers are."

"I just heard that there are many evil ghosts living in the Sea of ​​Forgetful Rivers, which is very terrible."

"My ancestors have been boatmen for generations. Although this boat is protected by a long time, it will never happen if it stays on the boat."
To be continued...