Uncle Jiu brought a group of young and middle-aged men to fish and store food.

High Tide Day is Coming—

"Last time when the tide was high, I saw something unclean floating in the river."

The boy held the hilt of a long knife in his mouth, stood naked at the ferry, tied the thick long ropes and wooden barrels one by one, stretching into lines, blocking the river bank horizontally, hoping to form resistance against the river tide.

He frowned and looked into the distance, his voice was vague, and he said, "There are thousands of tiny shadows floating in the river, like unknown river fish, swallowing the houses along the way with the rising tide. The tide recedes and the houses are broken. These shadow fish have extremely strong destructive power, but strangely, no matter how I salvaged them in the fog river, I could not see any trace of these things."

Ning Yi, who squatted in front of the ferry and twisted the wooden barrel and the hemp rope together, raised his head when he heard this.

His heart was shattered.

Ning Yi knew that what Yu Qingshui said was unclean things in the heart of the river... were shadows.

Under the bright sun, the power of evil spirits will not be released.

So no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find any clues.

"Uncle Jiu does not come out of the river on a thunderstorm. He avoids the middle of the river, just avoids that kind of dirty thing." Yu Qingshui said lightly: "Last time the tide was rising, only he and I saw this thing. This time the tide was rising, how are you going to deal with them?"

He looked at Ning Yi's waist.

Ning Yi held Xixue.

"Just relying on such an oil-paper umbrella?" Yu Qingshui asked with a smile: "I'm trying my best to stay with you. You're not serious, right?"

Ning Yi smiled and said, "This is not an umbrella, this is a sword."

Yu Qingshui was silent.

He could see that Ning Yi was serious.

"Come."

Ning Yi waved his hand and signaled Yu Qingshui to sit on his boat.

When the young man got on the boat, he swept the distance to the fog river. Ning Yi pushed the long pole at a very fast speed. The boat broke through the river and walked through the wind.

"Where are you going?" Yu Qingshui frowned.

Ning Yi didn't speak, but just continued to support the pole.

He was confirming a conjecture in his heart.

It took a long time.

With a thud, the hull seemed to hit something.

"Have you been here before when you left the river?"

Ning Yi asked Yu Qingshui.

The boy looked around, shook his head, and honestly said, "Where is this? The fog is too big and you can't see anything."

He wanted to leave Mengshan before, but completely gave up the possibility of walking on the waterway... The reason is very simple. It is harder to leave safely from the Wujiang River than climbing to the sky.

It won't take long to get lost.

Ning Yi said: "Extend your hand."

Yu Qingshui was stunned, and as Ning Yi said, stretching out his palm.

He pressed against the fog, but pressed a real barrier. It felt like a piece of paper, which was simply and weak, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break it... The boy raised his head in a daze. In the rolling fog, he seemed to see a huge barrier like a big bowl.

"How is this... possible?"

There is a barrier that hangs on the Wu River and Mengshan Mountain.

Climb mountains and ridges, and get out of the river to arrive at the boat.

No matter what, I can't leave.

This means... if I had chosen to leave, I would have found such a desperate truth when the most difficult and rugged mountain road reached the end.

Mengshan and Wujiang are locked.

At this moment, Ning Yi completed the confirmation of his conjecture.

This barrier is exactly what the grandma said.

He spoke softly and said, "There is something in Mengshan Wujiang that locks everyone's life."

It’s not just the fate of Grandma, Meng Jiu, Grandma Hua, and Yu Qingshui.

This barrier is locked.

According to the rules, I stepped into this place... I have become a member of the Mengshan barrier.

So this thing locks itself, and Xu Qingyan's "life".

The boy murmured: "Ning Yi, what is that?"

Ning Yi laughed in a low voice and said, "A... a wooden slip. Or, a book of heaven."

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Chapter completed!