If this was really a small business, Mr. Xiaohan, I would be blind today.

"Nice to meet you," Zhao Han said, "Yu'er, let's not disturb other people's peace. Let's go and see the scenery."

Luo Yuer followed Zhao Han and walked away.

"Sir," the man in gray looked at them and whispered, "Didn't you say that this trip should not be publicized..."

The middle-aged man in long gown raised his hand slightly and glanced at the back of the young man in the distance:

"Now that it's here, let's make peace with it."

"Yes." The man in gray agreed, stood up straight and stopped talking.

At this time, on the bow of the boat, old boatman Tan Bo shouted:

"The wind is strong and the river is rising!"

"Oh ho ho ho!"

The majestic man's voice came out, the oars swung, and the cargo ship moved westward along the river.

This section of the Weishui River borders Long Mountain to the north and Qinling Mountains to the south. The river becomes narrower as you go, making it very difficult for cargo ships to travel against the current.

Zhao Han hummed a little tune and looked at both sides of the bank.

Luo Yu'er saw that Uncle Tan was working hard in rowing, so he said that he would give him a hand. After saying this, he picked up the long oar and shook it. The oar suddenly turned very fast, and the boat gradually moved faster.

Both Tan Bo and the boatman's eyes widened: "Little lady, why are you so energetic?"

Luo Yu'er smiled and said, "My father taught me martial arts since I was a child, and I developed some strength in my hands."

"It's amazing that such a beautiful little lady still practices martial arts..."

The boatmen all praised it.

"Sure enough, I have practiced." Zhao Han nodded seriously.

"Zhao Han, you have nothing to do anyway, so come over and help."

"Suddenly very sleepy."

The boy quickly ran back to the cabin.

"This guy..."

The boat went faster and faster, and after a while, the river widened again, revealing an open river surface.

"We've arrived at Ghost Crying Gorge." Tan Bo said.

Luo Yuer said, "This name is so strange, what kind of place is this?"

Tan Bo looked from afar, with a hint of fear on his face covered with ravines.

Ahead, the mountains on both sides of the bank towered into the clouds, forming a huge canyon, with mist lingering in it, like a dreamland.

"Little lady," the old man's voice was heavy, "Although the water in this canyon is slow, there are many reefs, and it is foggy and confusing all year round.

Therefore, some boats that were unfamiliar with the waterways hit the rocks and sank, and everyone on board was gone.

Over the years, gradually, as I walked by boat, I could hear some miserable cries, but no one could be found.

So everyone said that those people were unwilling to die and turned into ghosts, crying and complaining..."

The old voice was filled with awe, reaching Yu'er's ears and also into the cabin.

On the wooden chair, a middle-aged man in a long gown looked at the misty canyon outside the cabin, his eyes indifferent.
Chapter completed!