It was a small wooden boat, a bit like the kind of boats you can rent for fifty yuan an hour in a small lake in the park. It was very crude. Lin Mo even suspected that the boat would capsize if there were two more people on it.

"Brother, this boat can't accommodate three people."

Lin Mo whispered.

The old man nodded and said yes.

Lin Mo soon understood why the elder brother was not in a hurry at all, because after the boat docked, the boatman actually came up and pointed at the empty boat, which meant that Lin Mo and the elder brother could get on.

The old man said thank you.

Pull Lin Mo onto the boat.

The boatman was standing on the shore. He was very strange. His back was always facing him, and no matter which angle he looked at, he could only see his back.

The elder brother told Lin Mo that this boatman was a disciple of Mr. Chunfeng.

"In order to open up this waterway, Chunfeng killed his disciple and turned him into a boatman. He was immortal and could not escape. In the past hundreds of years, he could only wander around this waterway.

"

Lin Mo said that Chunfeng was really wicked.

The old man nodded.

"The boat will take us somewhere."

Just like what my brother said, this dilapidated wooden boat was swaying and drifting along the river, with no idea where it was going.

For a while, the boat was completely immersed in a large fog, and it was impossible to tell the difference between east, west and north.

After another period of time, the ship seemed to be sailing into a certain channel. Sometimes it would accelerate, as if it was drifting, and sometimes it would seem to be caught in some kind of vortex, spinning in place.

Lin Mo wanted to ask, but the old man waved his hand, indicating that he didn't ask anything and didn't say anything.

OK.

Then don't ask.

It just floated and spun for a while, and it lasted for half a day.

Lin Mo almost wanted to vomit.

At this moment, Lin Mo smelled a strong odor.
Chapter completed!