A passenger boat went to the grave head island in Jiangxin, but who knew that he didn't see Lu Jiujiu, nor did he see Liu old man.
"I almost went all over Tomb Head Island, but I didn't find him, but I heard his voice once." Lu Twenqi said, "But when I called out to him, the voice disappeared again."
In this way, Lu Twenty-seven went back and forth six or seven times to Tomb Head Island, but he couldn't find Lu Nineteen. A few days ago, a dark vortex grew for some reason near Tomb Head Island, and two passenger boats capsized there.
What was even more irritating was that these few days, Lu Twenqi could always hear someone knocking on the door in the early morning and in the middle of the night. The first two times he thought it was Nineteen who came back, and hurried to open the door, only to find that there was no one outside the door. When he went back to the house after looking around, he realized that the box in the house seemed to have been moved.
"There are four pieces of money we saved, and it's all gone! There's not a single penny left! What can I call a boatman!" Lu Tianqi mentioned this like a wild dog with fur.
Hearing Xue Xian tsk tsk, "No wonder a basin of water was poured on me when I opened the door. Which ancestral tomb is so shameless that it is so shameless that even an eight or nine-year-old child steals it! But you can't be stolen four times just because of yourself. If you hang money, you will come and grab my beads. What kind of reason is this? It's because I am inconvenient now, otherwise I will definitely hang you upside down and put you in the river for two rounds."
"Who's eight or nine years old?" Lu Tianqi was trained to be red, and he said a bit.
"You!" Xue Xian said angrily, "Who else could it be?"
"I'm fifteen!" Lu Nianqi said irritably and indignantly, "It's just that I've been sick before and didn't grow up, so don't just guess someone's age just by looking at their face."
Xue Xian was a little surprised, but how old is this bad-tempered bear boy, it doesn't matter to him whether he grows or not, and he wants to know if Lu Nineteen is still alive.
Obviously, he wasn't the only one who had this idea.
Just as Xuan Min lifted his sleeves and swept away, the weakening flames in the brazier were completely extinguished with a puff, leaving only the green smoke curling up. With his fingers through the green smoke, he picked off Xue Xian and Jiang Shining who were hanging on the spring branches. The two thin sheets of paper have already been baked to dryness at this time, and it is not a big problem.
The only fly in the ointment is that the strokes on the face are dizzy and scattered.
Jiang Shining hurriedly changed into a chéng rén shape, with two dark circles under his eyes, much more obvious than before, taking up a small half of his cheek, looking like he was dying of a disease. And Xue Xian was even worse. He had inconvenient legs and feet, and it was not suitable for him to become a human. The smudged ink was more conspicuous on the paper, flowing directly down the corner of the eye and the nose.
The original was just dead, and now it has turned into blood from the seven orifices.
Really... hot eyes.
Xuan Min glanced down, and then decisively stuffed him into his dark pocket, and there was a hint of numbness in his cold expression.
Seeing the icy monk lift his feet, Lu Twenqi couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"
"Jiang Xin." Xuan Min said.
Hearing this, Lu Twenty-seven jumped up and hurriedly ran after him: "Are you looking for Lu Nineteen? Can you bring me? I'll go too!"
"Whatever." Xuan Min dropped two words without looking back, and strode toward the ferry.
He hadn't stayed in Xuanmin's secret bag for a few days, but when Xue Xian went in, he found something inside. In addition to his precious golden beads and the cloth bag containing the silver needles, there were also some hard objects. Xue Xian moved over silently, raised his hand to touch it, and tried to bite again...
There is still a lot of broken silver, and I don't know where to get it.
The ferry was covered with snow and fog, and several passenger boats were moored, and the boatmen were all huddled in the awning cabin, which looked particularly deserted.
Xuan Min shook the copper bell hanging by the flag. Several boatmen poked their heads out of the canopy one after another, and one of them lazily shouted, "The fog is too thick to cross the river. Come back later."
"But the river." Xuan Min rushed to the middle of the river, "Go to Tomb Head Island."
As soon as these words came out, the boatmen shook their heads, and without saying a word, they retreated into the awning. There was only one boatman who seemed to be more talkative and explained to him: "There is a dark vortex near the grave head island, overturned the boat, you are not a local person, little master? No matter what you want to do, I advise you to change the place, there is no boatman here. Willing to go."
Xuan Min listened to him quietly, and said, "How much would it cost to rent this boat on a fake basis?"
The boatman was taken aback.
There are often people who rent flower boats for traveling, but it is much rarer to rent such Wupeng boats. After all, the passenger boat is small and difficult to control. Without a boatman, it is difficult for ordinary people to safely roll the boat to the other side.
"This—" The boatman hesitated.
Xue Xian did not