Although it is like a catastrophe in the Jingshui River, in the sea, the terrifying ghost king tide is just an insignificant wave.

Only ferry boats were left on the river.

The rest of the ships were all broken into pieces, with not even a single plank left.

Some lucky boat passengers poked their heads in the corners, unable to believe that they were still alive.

King Ji fell down on the deck, in shock. The old servant was almost thrown out of the boat in order to protect King Ji. His lower back hit the side of the ship heavily, and he grimaced in pain and was sweating profusely.

The number of people who survived was less than half of those who had boarded the ship before, and they were all scarred. Even Liu Sanniang had a big bulge on her head, looking miserable.

The only person still standing on the boat was Yunji.

Being at the helm all the way and fighting against the ghost king tide, Yunji expended a lot of strength and was very tired.

Compared with the huge waves that can reach hundreds of feet in the deep sea, the so-called natural disasters on the Jingshui River are actually nothing in Yunji's eyes. The reason why it is so laborious is because the boat crossing the river is too big.

When Yunji goes to sea, he only rides a small boat, one person per boat. It is small and nimble, and he often rides on the waves. He has encountered many waves that are ten feet high.

If you switch to a huge sand boat, let alone ride on the waves, it can keep the sand boat from sinking in the ghost king tide. That is, Yunji, it can't be done if it is replaced by the old style of decades.

The surviving passengers crawled out of their shelters and gathered on the deck.

The soldiers who survived the disaster hugged each other and cried.

"Escaped, escaped!"

"How lucky you must be to escape from the ghost king's tide! You will surely be named on the gold list this year!"

"It must be because of our cultural background that we are able to have such a good fortune!"

Several scholars gathered together and were filled with emotion. Just as they were talking, Liu Sanniang heard an angry scolding: "Zaifa, you big-headed ghost! You are still protected by your cultural background. No one controls the rudder, and the boat has capsized long ago!"

Even Liu Sanniang, the boat girl who valued scholars the most, couldn't bear to listen. After scolding her bluntly, the scholars all blushed and thanked her with fists in their hands.

This time it was Liu Sanniang who blushed. She was not the one actually driving the boat.

"It wasn't me, it was him who saved us from crossing the Wenzhou ship." Liu Sanniang pointed at Yunji.

When the scholars looked around, they saw Yunji with his bare feet and upper body, twisting his soaked green shirt. Except for the shocking scar on his heart, he looked like an ordinary young man.

The figure is associated with driving a large ship through the ghost king tide.

"Is it really him? He can drive a boat?"

"It doesn't look like it. Maybe he's just lucky."

"Luck is also a function of others. At least we were saved. We have to thank them."

"It's obvious that we and other literary talents are involved, so what does it have to do with a young boy like him?"

The scholars had a dispute. Some believed that Yunji had saved the Duwen ship, while others insisted on their own opinion and believed that it was Wenwen who protected the body. For a while, there were endless arguments on the deck.

"Don't waste your time quarreling over all the talented people, why not see more of this wonderful world." Yunji casually hung the wrung clothes on the rudder of the ship and said, "Anyway, you will die in a while, so it doesn't matter to me whether you thank me or not."

The scholars were angered and thought that Yunji was ignorant of good and evil.

"The tide of ghost kings has passed. If we survive the catastrophe, we will be lucky!"

"That's right! After this catastrophe, our literary fortune will definitely increase greatly. My literary thoughts are so full that I can't wait to go ashore immediately and write an article that will be handed down for generations!"

Several scholars were furious and showed signs of pointing the world. Yunji laughed and ignored them, but King Ji coughed with a pale face.

The scholars then discovered that King Ji was also on the boat, and immediately came forward to pay homage to him, calling him the prince.

Yun Guang waved his hand feebly and said desperately: "Ghost King Chao is just another name. Have you forgotten the name of Jingshui River Catastrophe?"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the scholars all changed.

A few timid ones began to tremble all over, and tremblingly said the name that people ignored.

"Teng, Teng, Teng...Teng demon tide!"

The Teng Yao Tide that occurs once in ten years is the real name of the Jingshui River catastrophe, and the Ghost King Tide is just another name for the Teng Yao Tide.

Most people who have encountered the big tide have died. There are very few people like Liu Sanniang who can escape. Moreover, they have already reached the other side after the Ghost King Tide and have never encountered the countless monsters in the river.

Today, the ferry boat is still in the middle of the river, several miles away from the shore, making it difficult to reach it in a short time.

Something began to appear on the seemingly calm river.

Large and small, different shapes.

Some are fish heads, some are shrimp heads, some are flat and some are huge, with strange shapes and numerous numbers. The evil spirit rises in the river.

People on the ship subconsciously gathered towards the center of the deck.

King Ji was doing better and could barely stand, but the soldiers were as weak as chaff, and many of them couldn't stand firmly and just lay down on the deck.

Liu Sanniang gritted her teeth and rushed to the rudder, intending to turn the ship's bow and sail towards the other shore, but all the sails on the ship were broken, and the ferry was left drifting on the river, drifting with the current.

Liu Sanniang was unwilling to give in. She found a spare sail and tied it to half of the remaining mast. She was busy and turned a blind eye to the endless monsters on the river.

Seeing her busy appearance, the desperate scholars seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

"It's useless, we can't reach the other side..." Prince Ji's old servant covered his waist and sighed: "The Teng Yao Tide has rolled up tens of thousands of demon clans at the bottom of the Jingshui River, not to mention a ferry boat.

There are thousands of Qi practitioners who cannot resist, and if they cannot fly across the river, the foundation-building monks will be buried at the bottom of the river."

When they heard that even the top cultivators of the Foundation Establishment were going to die, the scholars were completely desperate, and many of them burst into tears.

King Ji could no longer be stable and said anxiously to his old servant: "I order you to come up with a countermeasure quickly!"

The old servant shook his head bitterly. Even if he killed everyone in his family, he would not be able to lead King Ji across the Jingshui River, which was full of monsters.

Crunch!

There was a strange noise below the deck, and a tentacle as thick as a bucket rolled up from one side. The old servant hurriedly took out his sword and cut it off.

The tentacles smashed into the water, causing all the monsters to roar.

River monsters of all sizes began to boil, and they all rushed towards the boat. At the same time, tentacles as thick as buckets appeared from both sides of the boat.

At the bow of the ship, a head larger than the water tank floated. The head was transparent, and two giant lantern-like eyes embedded in the head could be seen.

Liu Sanniang exclaimed: "Big king squid!"

The old servant said in despair: "High-level peak..."

Amidst the weird roars, the aura of high-level monster beasts enveloped them.

There is more than one high-level king squid on the river, and at least a hundred can be seen.

Groups of giant-toothed pomfret swim underwater, their sharp tusks like a forest of sharp teeth.

Countless man-eating jellyfish stretch out their whisker-like tentacles, as if they are playing the dirge of doomsday.

The horned cold frog floats its two bulging eyes on the water's surface, its huge body hanging on the bottom of the water, and its long tongue covered with sharp thorns, waiting to sweep up its prey.

Groups of red-skinned pythons whined and roared, dyeing the water surface scarlet red, as if the underworld had just opened.

There are tens of thousands of river monsters in the Jingshui River, and they all focus on the only sand boat on the water.

The calm Jingshui River suddenly turned into a dangerous place. Unless you fly over, there is no chance of life or death.

The scholars were crying in each other's arms, King Ji was without a master, and the old servant Zhuji was desperate and helpless. Even the strong Liu Sanniang felt the approach of death. She loosened her hand holding the rudder in vain and stared blankly.

River surface.

Clang!
Chapter completed!