Bah, how can I be a nanny when I practice heavy equipment

Chapter 118

After walking through the Huangquan Road, the Third Master and his party stood in front of a long river that exuded a rich yin aura.

The hazy yin qi shrouded the long river of silence, and no matter how much you blessed your eyes, the distance you could see was no more than a hundred meters.

No one knows what exists in the long river in the distance.

At this moment, they stood in front of a shore crossing.

Three small boats used to travel between the small rivers in ancient times are moored here.

Just this small boat, a full dozen can squeeze into six or seven people.

On the side of the bank, a wooden sign stands crookedly, and on it it reads: Forget the River.

Below the three big characters there is also a line of small print: Crossing oneself does not cross people.

"Huangquan Road, Forget Chuan River... There won't be Meng Po soup in the future, right? "

The color of this river is so weird, blood yellow, like a mixture of brain pulp and blood, too oozing..."

"It's so disgusting..." "

Third Master, the more you look at this place, the more strange it is, it's really not like a cultivation dojo."

"How many cultivation dojos have you seen to say that this place is not?"

The third master's words made it difficult for the other party to argue.

There are not many ancient cultivation ruins so far, and they are not a big force, and the ancient ruins in many places do not have their share, so naturally they have not seen much.

This time, the reason why they took a desperate step and broke into Dayao Mountain with a team of ten people was also because the second day of the purple sun was coming.

At this juncture, many forces are preparing vigorously.

Therefore, they also want to obtain some ancient cultivation items from here, so that the family can be more competitive in the second purple sun day.

Their family is not a family with deep roots, and the starting point is not as good as others, if you don't fight at this time, how can you talk about the future.

"So many words, no matter where we are ahead, we have come here, how can we go down." Someone spoke.

Everyone still did not speak, which was regarded as acquiescence.

At this moment, there is really no possibility of retreating.

"Third Master, there are three small boats in total, we..."

"You drive one for every three people, don't leave them at the shore, the military has already discovered our whereabouts, I think they will definitely send people in as soon as possible, there is no need to leave a ship for them."

The third master looked down at the blood-yellow river under the bank, and thought with his thumb that this river might not be easy to go down.

Bang bang.

After a while, the ten people divided into three groups and boarded three small boats.

Someone is not very skilled in swinging the oars.

Slowly, the three small boats sailed into the long river shrouded in yin qi.

The ten people who sailed into the creek all lifted their spirits.

The third master was holding an eight-sided sword with a simple shape in his hand, and it didn't look like an ordinary thing.

The other nine people, some of them had treasure weapons floating around them, and some people had spiritual power looming around them, of course, they were also indispensable for true qi.

Be quiet.

Extremely quiet.

At this moment, the man swinging the oars on the left was suddenly startled, pointed not far away and said: "Look, what is that..."

After some identification, someone whispered: "It seems to be a human face." "

Face?

Everyone was shocked.

In this damn place, if something appears, it will probably not be a good thing.

"Leave it alone, let's go." The third master reprimanded everyone and told them not to think about him.

At this time, a voice suddenly came.

"Save, save me... Save me...... It's so painful, save me... Save me..."

In the death-like silent world, a voice suddenly came, which immediately startled the nervous people.

They subconsciously turned their heads to look.

I saw that the human face was slowly floating towards them.

Recently, a woman in pain was constantly opening her mouth, casting expectant eyes at them, opening and closing, intermittently making a cry for help.

"Leave it alone, go!" The third master drank low again, obviously feeling that there was a problem with the man's face, and he was anxious.

Others didn't need him to say it at all, and the person who swayed the oars was like burning his eyebrows, eager to install a propeller on the boat and flee quickly.

"Save me, save

me..." "Save me, it's so painful, I'm in so much pain..."

The voice became more and more in a very short time.

The ten people on the small boat, except for the third master, all showed a look of horror.

In the blink of an eye, countless faces of all kinds surfaced around the boat.

There are men and women, old and young.

The similarity was that they all looked pained and cast pleading, expectant eyes at the people on board.

Among these people's faces, there are poor old men, there are men with fierce eyebrows, and there are delicate beauty like fairies...

Countless faces struggled in the waters of the Yellow River, in great pain.

That picture is too terrifying, and the cultivator, if this is an ordinary person, I am afraid that he has long been scared to urinate.

The third master violently recalled the line of small print on the Forgetting River.

Crossing oneself does not cross people.

Realizing something, he spoke again: "Don't look, don't think, just move forward, don't make any moves!"

However, before his words could fall, the boat on the left stopped.

"Mom!"

The third master looked at it, and saw that the person who was swinging the oars on the boat suddenly leaned down and reached out to pull a woman.

The third master roared: "Don't move! "

Mom!"

Seeing that the man was about to touch the face, the clansmen around him finally pounced on him in this instant and pressed him to the deck.

"Don't be fooled, fake!"

"Mom, she's my mom! She's in pain, I'm going to save her! Let go of me, let go of me!

"She's not your mother, sober up!"

"She's my mom, she's my mom! She's in pain, get out of my way!

With a roar, a scorching spiritual force erupted from the man's body, forcibly shaking the two apart, and then desperately reached out to touch the face.

In an instant, the mouth on the face's face split violently and bit his palm.

Thump!

He was dragged into the river, and a thick black gas rose under the splashing blood-yellow water.

I saw a dense ghost rushing towards him like a school of piranhas.

At this moment, he was bewitched and finally sobered up and shouted in horror: "Save me!" Save me...... Save..." In

the next second, he disappeared directly on the surface of the river.

Only the ripples of water in circles and the small boat that was still rocking violently told the terrible things that happened in the seconds.

The water lines have not completely calmed down, and the person who was dragged into the river suddenly rushed out of the water, his face full of pain and a strong desire to survive.

He shouted in horror: "Save me! Save me! Save me! "

He's like a drowning man in his final struggle!

"Ah Yi!"

Someone on board stepped forward and stared at him excitedly.

"He's not dead yet! Save him!

In the distance, the thunderous voice of the third master was heard: "Leave him alone, go fast and go fast!" The

last man in the boat stepped forward to grab the oars and swing away.

"Ah Yi!"

"Ah Yi is dead!"

"But he... Maybe not..."

"Dead!"

Until the boat was far away, Ah Yi's face also slowly sank into the water in the man's sight, and the man was shocked by the tears that slipped from the corner of his eyes.

He was sure that at that moment, Ah Yi was not dead....

But...