The ghostly face at the bottom of the river was in great pain. He extinguished his giant lantern eyes and fled back to the mud with a roar. As the mud churned, a huge stone tablet appeared faintly and was thrust diagonally into the river bottom.
When Yue Guanchao saw these articles, he couldn't help but shudder. He felt that his strength had recovered, and he swam upwards with all his strength and swam out of the water.
The moment he emerged from the water, he glanced behind him. The ghost face had disappeared, and in the mud was a giant river turtle that had been dead for a long time.
"Quick, don't be so impatient, pull me up and move a little faster!"
Yue Guanchao jumped out of the water, startling them. Song Siyuan quickly put down the oar and pulled him onto the board of the boat.
"Huh...huhu...uhhh!"
For the rest of his life, Yue Guanchao lay on the board of the boat and gasped for air. If he hadn't held his breath during competitions as a child, he would have floated there!
"You seemed to have been dragged into the water just now. What was that?"
Song Siyuan also spent time underwater. When Yue Guanchao was dragged down, she saw a huge shadow flashing across the bottom of the river.
Yue Guanchao stood up and coughed out a few sips of river water, with a few hairs faintly floating in it: "Ahem...hair, claws, and soaked corpses."
"Is it a water ghost?" Song Siyuan searched her mind and found that the characteristics Yue Guanchao mentioned were exactly the same as those of a water ghost.
"No!" Yue Guanchao shook his head like a rattle. He was still scared when he thought about it: "It's not a water ghost. That face is too scary. Just one look at it can give you nightmares. You don't know, the pair of moves on the ghost's face are like It’s like a lantern and very big.”
"Lantern? If you go by the proportions, that face is probably bigger than our awning boat!"
Yue Guanchao nodded, which completely aroused Song Siyuan's curiosity: "If this thing's face is as big as a canopy, its body must be at least several feet tall. But do giants really exist in the world? And why are they in the Xing'anling river?"
"What else did you see?"
Yue Guanchao recalled the frightening moment underwater, and the strange inscription flooded into his memories again.
He thought for a moment and his eyes lit up: "Inscription, there is a big monument next to the ghost face."
"There seemed to be words on it that I couldn't understand, but I wrote down what they looked like."
Song Siyuan handed over a pen and paper, and Yue Guanchao recalled the ancient characters he saw and barely wrote the outline on the paper.
She picked up Yue Guanchao's ghost-drawing talisman and browsed it for a moment, then a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes: "Bingyi... Mansion Lord's Sacrifice Script?"
"What's wrong, do you know him?" Yue Guanchao changed into clean clothes and walked over and asked.
Song Siyuan was thoughtful and said to him: "I know him, but I just don't know how I saw this kind of inscription here."
"Oh, Sister Siyuan, stop being so pretentious and tell us what Bingyi is!"
Ah Ying was confused when she heard this, and even Lu Fengjian was puzzled: "Yeah, just stop asking riddles."
Song Siyuan cleared her throat and introduced Lord Bingyi to them mysteriously: "Lord Bingyi is an ancient primitive river god recorded in Chinese mythology. He was appointed by the Emperor of Heaven as a river god to manage rivers and lakes. There is another one who is more well-known. His name is He Bo. Legend has it that he contributed the river map to Yu the Great to help him control floods."
"However, now the common people worship the water god, and the name of the god on the tablet is usually Feng Yi, the water god of the Yellow River, or Feng Yi, the river god, and the king of Bingyi Mansion. This is more spread to the Xia, Shang, Zhou and pre-Qin eras. It seems that it started from the Han Dynasty. It’s not that popular anymore.”
After Lu Fengjian heard what Song Siyuan said, he immediately understood what she meant and said tentatively: "So that means that the stone tablet dedicated to the Lord of Bingyi Mansion has been in this river for at least three thousand years!"
Song Siyuan nodded: "Indeed, as early as the pre-Qin era, if someone worshiped the water god, he would indeed be called Lord Bingyi Mansion. I guess this monument was put into the river thousands of years ago, but I don't know what placed the monument. people!"
"Could that ugly thing be He Bo? But in the blink of an eye, that thing turned into a big bastard shell again."
Yue Guanchao didn't believe it, but he did see something strange in the water with his own eyes.
Song Siyuan rolled her eyes and guessed: "People can't breathe underwater. They may have hallucinations due to poor breathing. Maybe it's just your eyesight. The fingerprints on our feet may be water animals and fish that have matured over time in the river. Turtles or something like that, if you want to say that there is He Bo here, it’s just a fantasy.”
"Maybe, I'm really dazzled..."
Yue Guanchao stared at the water and murmured to himself. He only felt that the river was cold and scary. Even if the white mist cleared and the sun shone brightly, he still felt cold in his heart!
Lu Fengjian complained loudly: "This ghost place is like this before we enter. We don't know how much more we will suffer when we go in!"
Yue Guanchao basked in the warm sun, and the chill on his body suddenly disappeared. He picked up the oar and stirred the river water at will: "As the saying goes, when soldiers come, they will cover up the water and the earth. We have already come in, and it is impossible to come back."
"Wait, what's in front of you?"
Song Siyuan was about to return to the wupeng cabin. As soon as she turned her head, a clear splashing sound suddenly appeared more than ten miles in front of their ship. The roar of water resounded through the valley, like a waterfall falling into a ten thousand-meter deep pool, or like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring. Earthquakes and landslides.
Yue Guanchao felt bad. He lay on the board and listened carefully to the movement coming from the wood. His ears twitched and he looked at everyone with a bad expression: "We are in trouble. Anyone who can make such a loud noise is either a waterfall or a rocky beach in front of us." , the strong water flow must make a noise.”
His tone was full of anxiety, and he found a hemp rope as thick as his thumb from his backpack: "Hurry up and tie us up in the cabin. If we are thrown out of the boat on the rocky beach, even the gods will not be able to save us!"
