In our country, there have been many incredible legends and stories in the great rivers since ancient times, and it is precisely because of these black jokes in the water that the mother river is full of legendary "color". For more up-to-date chapters, visit: ШЩЩ.(7)(9)XS.сОМ. In fact, these black jokes are also one of the river cultures.

In the past, there were often legends of ghost boats on both sides of the Hanshui River.

I heard that especially in the dangerous waters of Wushan Canyon, in the early years, there were always fishing boats that strayed into this water area and then never came out. A few years later, ghostly boats could occasionally be seen coming and going in the fog on the wide water.

No one can approach these ghost ships, and as soon as a living person approaches, it will immediately disappear into the mist.

"There are blood stains on this boat, and it seems that there are fewer people in the boat." Xiao Man shook his flashlight and said.

"It doesn't matter if it's a ghost ship or a ghost ship, this is a good thing for us, at least there are extra ship boards on the ship, we can 'get' to fill the gap in the electric tugboat, and we don't have to tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall." Ma Chengfeng jumped and jumped onto the bloodstained ghost boat.

In the cabin of the ghost ship, a cold wind blew from behind him, making him shiver violently.

"I think there's something strange in this ship, so don't go in, just 'get' a few planks down on the deck." Xiao Man is very cautious. Ma Chengfeng nodded, and used the Seven Star Blade to cut off a few wooden planks and threw them to Jia Laohan, asking him to use universal glue to quickly plug the gap formed by the impact of the electric tugboat.

After more than two hours of busy work, the electric tug finally did not leak, but there was almost no oil left in the tank. It seems that even if you want to go back, you can't open the Lingzhou area, so you can only drive out of the Wushan Canyon and stop nearby.

The girls helped Jia Laohan clean up the old boat, and they all took buckets to help him get the water that had been poured into the cabin. Ma Chengfeng stood on the ghost ship and kept looking back at the cabin.

There are several wooden steps in the cabin, and the cabin is at the bottom of the ship, and it is impossible to see anything from this angle.

This small boat is full of weirdness, but the more mysterious it is, the more Ma Chengfeng can't bear his curiosity, and always wants to go in to see what is hidden in the cabin. What caused the fishermen here to die?

He walked to the cabin, lifted the bloodstained curtain, and leaned in just as he heard the sudden movement of the motor behind him. Jia Laohan has already repaired the electric tugboat.

"Cheng Feng, get on the boat!" Xiao Man shouted.

Ma Chengfeng had no choice but to jump on it and leave the ghost boat alone for the time being.

Since they docked, it has been tossing for most of the night, and it is four o'clock in the morning, long past midnight, which is taboo for fishermen.

Although there was still a layer of dense fog on the river, fortunately, nothing else strange happened, and the electric tug boat was on the water at the fastest speed, and soon drove out of the waters of Wushan. No one said more than half a word along the way, of course, Hu Xiaoci was not a person, she muttered like a nerve. Chang Xiaoman later asked her what she was muttering, and she said that the little monkey was not trustworthy.

Seeing that he was about to run out of gas, Jia Laohan had no choice but to dock in a small fishing village nearby.

This small fishing village is a remote area, and there are still fifty or sixty miles away from Lingzhou in the lower reaches of the Han River. At six o'clock in the morning, it was already bright outside, and some hard-working fishermen had already entered the water and started to catch the first net of fish. Some asked them where they came from and how they landed here. Jia Laohan told the truth that he came back from the Wushan Valley. When the fishermen heard this, they immediately stopped asking more questions, and looked at them with strange eyes.

For thousands of years, they were the only ones who could safely return from that water. It seems that there really is a god to bless them. However, it is implied in our book that it is not the river god who blesses them, but the play in Hu Xiaoci's belly, as for what it is, let's talk about it slowly.

It's going to take a while to refuel. Chu Xiangyun ran to the supply and marketing cooperatives at the head of the small fishing village, and the supply and marketing cooperatives had a telephone, so he could call his father to report his safety.

The two girls, Ma Chengfeng and Xiaoli Xiaoman, found a fisherman's house, 'spended' money to buy some wine and food, and chatted while eating and drinking.

"Looks like we tossed in vain last night? Entrusted by everyone, I, Ma Chengfeng, don't want to be a person who doesn't believe in my words. And you, Hu Xiaoci, didn't you keep saying that you could find the body? Why did we come back like this? It's really not righteous. Ma Chengfeng said while drinking.

"Yikes! You blame me again, I didn't let you come back, you have the ability to accompany me tonight! I grabbed a few more little monkeys and let them go into the water to find the corpses. ”

Ma Chengfeng said that your little monkeys are unreliable, even if they really fish up the corpses for us, it is estimated that they are all thousands of years old, and there are many corpses underwater, all of which are hanging coffins and ancient corpses of the ancient Yue people. It seems that if we want to recover the body of Lao Jia and his second son, we have to think of other ways.

"But isn't it past the first seven? If you find his soul, you can't be reincarnated, right? Chang Xiaoman asked.

"You don't want to open a pot, mention which pot is good? Lao Jia was frightened last night, don't say this in the future, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable. In fact, these things are meant to be seen by the living, and no one can say whether there is reincarnation after death! As long as he feels better. Ma Chengfeng sighed and said.

But then again, this Lao Jia is too angry, he thought that for the sake of his own son, Lao Jia would be able to spare his life. But after we arrived at the Wushan River Basin last night, Lao Jia immediately seemed to be a different person? Where do you still think about your son's corpse? I'm afraid I've been praying in my heart to let the river god bless him and come back alive.

"When he comes back after refueling in a while, I have to talk about him well, how can he be such a parent?" Chang Xiaoman shook his head and said with a wry smile. But it's okay for him to be like this, if it weren't for Ma Chengfeng seeing him pitiful yesterday, he wouldn't have to think about Chu Xiangyun's face, and now, he didn't want to find it himself, so he couldn't blame others.

Here they were talking and chatting, and suddenly, Ma Chengfeng saw a very mysterious symbol appear on the corner of the courtyard of this fishing village from a distance. The symbol had just been painted with red paint, like an ancient script, and like a totemic symbol of an ethnic minority.

It seems to be a mouse's pattern, but this mouse is majestic, and its eyes are 'dew' fierce, even if it is a mouse, it is also a mouse with only backbone.

"Yikes! Big mouse......" Hu Xiaoci shouted, "What a cute big mouse, who drew it?" ”