Suddenly, the bow of the boat jolted violently.
The old boatman at the stern was puzzled, "Strange, there's no wave, why is it so unstable?"
The water flow suddenly became rapid.
"This is bad." Three-year-old Bai Zhi'er grew tense.
Feng Fuce glanced at her and noticed the little one wore a serious face, her small fingers holding the sweet potato turning pale from exertion.
The boat started to rock constantly.
Feng Fuce sensed a different aura.
Underneath the water, there's a demon.
The two women who were picking vegetables had already been awakened by the rocking.
They snapped back to reality and cried out in tears, "It's over, it's over, Old Man, why did you choose this route, going through Water Ghost Bay!"
"Exactly, don't you know that ships passing through here are pulled down by water ghosts to become sacrificial victims!"
