Tan Bo said that the waterway in Ghost Crying Gorge was dangerous. Luo Yuer thought it right, so she handed the oar back to Tan Bo and returned to the cabin.

The cargo ship sailed into the thick fog of the canyon, swaying for a while, and Tan Bo became a little puzzled.

It's obviously a sunny day today, but why is the fog so much thicker than usual?

Woo...

A sad cry floated over, vaguely present.

"Here we go again. Hurry up and cross this section quickly..."

Tan Bo urged the boatman, and the cargo ship picked up speed again.

Woo...woo...

The crying gradually became louder and more frequent, and eventually it seemed to come from all directions and floated around the cabin.

"What's going on today? This sound has never been so scary. Row quickly!"

Uncle Tan urged, the boatmen worked hard, and the cargo ship moved very fast.

puff!

There was a sound of cracking wood, and the ship suddenly stopped.

"It's on the rocks!"

The boatman shouted, and Tambor shouted:

"The wood of our boat is thick and it is difficult for water to get in. You guys should hurry up and take a look..."

Woo woo woo...

After a few more sounds, four long shadows floated out from the depths of the thick fog.

It seemed to be a four-leaf boat, with a row of black figures standing at the bow, surrounding the cargo ship.

"There are water thieves!"

Tambor shouted.

The boatmen were all very skilled, and more than thirty of them immediately stood on the bow of the ship with swords and fire raised. The sturdy boatman was once the captain of the imperial army, and his kung fu was the highest among them all:

"Stop playing tricks on me, thief, come here, let me show you some tricks with your grandpa!"

He pointed his iron rod at the small boats, and the boatmen also started shouting.

There was no response from the boat.

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the surroundings were so quiet that you could even hear the sound of running water lapping against the rocks.

A small boat floated slowly towards the bow.

As we got closer, there were three black shadows on the boat in the light of the fire.

The whole body was wrapped in a black robe, with a face without a nose and a mouth, and a pair of gloomy eyes, like three zombies.

"this……"

A timid boatman opened his mouth:

"Could this be those... drowned mourners?"

call!

Three men in black robes jumped up in the air and landed on the bow of the ship, among the boatmen.

"Do it!"

Before the sturdy boatman finished speaking, there was a flash of cold light, and the necks of the three boatmen were split open, bloody arrows flew up, and they fell down.

"kill!"

The boatmen's eyes immediately turned red, and they slashed at the three men in black robes with their swords and guns!

The black-robed figure moved, like three black lightning bolts, moving through the shadows of swords and guns.

Bodies were scattered and blood was everywhere!

In just a few breaths, more than 30 boatmen fell on the deck, blood dripping all over the bow.

Only the strong boatman stood still holding an iron rod.

He didn't even have time to take action.

Seeing the corpses of his brothers lying all over the ground, he shouted in grief and anger, raised his stick and hit the man in black robe on the head!

There was another shower of blood.

The sturdy boatman felt as if his neck had been pricked by a needle. Half of his head left his shoulders and he knelt down motionless.

The three men in black robes still stood there, with a sea of ​​blood beneath their feet.

Tan Bo was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

He is just a captain and does not know any martial arts.

The river breeze blows.

On the other three-leaf boats, nine black shadows jumped up one after another and landed on the cargo ship.

There were twelve men in black robes in total, six at the bow and stern of the boat.

"Is there someone named Zong in this boat?"

On the bow of the ship, a leader in black robes spoke, his voice cold and hoarse, not like a human voice.

"I... don't know..." Tan Bo's teeth trembled.

In the darkness, the face of the man in black robe slowly emerged. It was a weird ghost face, completely different from the zombie faces of other men in black robe:

"kill."

Another man in black robe stepped forward, a cold light flashed under the robe.

"Wait a minute."

In the cabin, a voice came, unhurried and unhurried:

"Aren't you looking for someone named Zong? Just let the innocent people go and come in."

It was the voice of the middle-aged man in a long gown.

The leader, the ghost-faced man in black robe, stared intently.

The cold light stopped, and with a sound, Uncle Tan fell to the ground and fainted.

"Your surname is Zong?" The ghost-faced man in black robe faced the cabin door.

"You can even figure out my whereabouts with just one step. Don't you think it's extremely stupid to ask questions like this?"

In the cabin, the voice of a middle-aged man in a long gown came slowly.

The ghost-faced man in black robe looked coldly at the hatch.

The atmosphere is chilling.

"Kill them all."

On the bow and stern of the ship, a dozen figures in black robes moved and floated towards the cabin.

In the cabin, Luo Yu'er was sitting, and Zhao Han was lying on the table, fast asleep.

The accident outside happened too quickly, and the cabin was far away from the bow of the ship.

Although Luo Yu'er heard some noise and wanted to help, it was impossible for anyone to come in time.

At this time, she suddenly heard that someone was about to attack. She raised her jade arms and stepped forward to meet the enemy.

A hand grabbed her arm.

It's Zhao Han's hand.

"Zhao Han, what are you doing? Let go."

Zhao Han looked sleepy, obviously he had just woken up: "You want to do something? Why?"

Luo Yu'er said, "You were asleep and didn't hear, someone is coming in to kill someone!"

She quickly told what had just happened.

Zhao Han suddenly woke up and listened to the noise outside.

He understood something immediately, looked at the people in the cabin again, and whispered:

"I want to take action, but it's not time yet, wait."

Luo Yuer was a little strange.

In the cabin, three porters who were standing dumbly swayed and moved in front of the middle-aged man in a long gown.

The cloth strips behind them were torn, and three long knives were held in their hands. The blades were as long and narrow as bamboo, with a dangerous crescent arc.

At the cabin door, a black-robed figure floated in, and five cold rays of light came towards you!
To be continued...