Chapter 1149: Mysterious ferry

After everyone boarded the boat, the boat did not float automatically.
"Sister, this boat doesn't require us to row by hand, but there are no oars!"
Xiao Qian moved around on the boat. "This is a human kayak. Sitting a little longer, there is a psychological barrier."
Yang Zimei also wanted to get off the ship as soon as possible.
Black river, red people kayak.
It always gives people a less solid feel.
"Master Yang, here!"
Huo Wenhua pointed at the bow next to him, "There is a mark of peach wood!"
Sure enough, there really was a recess on that bow.
She took out the mahogany card and printed it ...
The boat really started to move, carrying them leisurely to the other side.
"Sister, you can sing a song!"
Xiao Qian was bored, and coquettishly said to Yang Zimei, "It's so boring!"
Yang Zimei also felt depressed, but she didn't want to sing, "Xiao Qian, please sing, I have no mood."
"I have no mood!"
Xiao Qian simply set his sights on Huo Wenhua, "Mr. Huo, can you sing? Sing an old song to relieve us of boredom."
"Oh, I won't sing!"
Huo Wenhua said a little embarrassed, "You still sing!"
They were talking. Suddenly there seemed to be an ethereal song from somewhere, with strange rhythms, strange syllables, and incomprehensible lyrics.
Hearing this song, Yang Zimei's expression shook slightly!
Isn't this the hypnotic tune that Long sings to her often?
"Ripples, do you understand? Do you know what that means?"
Thinking of Xuehu knows these languages, and as a fox family, ripples should also be able to understand these lyrics.
Ripple nodded and wrote: "There is only one sentence in the lyrics: Come back."
Come back?
Seeing these four words, Yang Zimei felt weird.
"Sister, someone has appeared!"
As the singing drew nearer, he did not know when a canoe floated above Heihe.
This leaf boat is not red, but pure black like the river.
Above the light boat stood a bracing man, also in black costume, wearing a black bucket hat, and long black hair floating behind him.
His face was covered by Douyi and he could not see clearly.
But from the figure and clothing, it should be a man.
"So dark!"
Xiao Qian said quietly, "I don't know if a person looks very dark."
"His hands are black. Obviously, people are black."
Yang Zimei noticed that the hand holding the bamboo slug was black skin, so it was inferred that this person should also be black all over the body.
It was the man who sang!
As he sang, he floated over to them with bamboo sticks, and stopped about ten meters away from them.
His black clothes moved without the wind. Although the whole body was black, he didn't have the dark blackness of death.
Black was like his natural color.
"Hey--"
Xiao Qianchao shouted, "Big brother in front, who are you!"
The bamboo slip in the man's hand suddenly moved, and the ship's body swung in a ninety degree of rotation, paddling in the opposite direction.
Seeing that he was about to stay away from the ship, Yang Zimei was anxious.
"Catch up!"
She patted the boat and said.
The red boat seemed to understand her, and slowly followed the black canoe, not far or near, and kept at about ten meters.
Yang Zimei observed carefully and found that the man in black supporting the rowing and rowing movement was very mechanized, and the movement swing time was not bad for one second.
Isn't it real?