Liu Xuling was shocked and was anxious to pull his hand back, but the palm that was holding him tightly was slippery and sticky, and he couldn't break free for a moment. Suddenly, the palm of his hand cooled down and something was stuffed into his palm. Liu Xuling held the cold thing tightly and pulled his hand out with great force. He lowered his head to see the thing clearly, but at this moment, a low call came into his ears again.

"Silential, Silential."

This sound is not Hu Zhun, but

Liu Xuzing raised his head with tears in his eyes and looked at the blurry shadow in front of him, and called out softly, "Father"

The ground suddenly swayed violently, and Liu Xuting's body became unstable and rolled down from the bed. He opened his eyes and found that he was still sitting in the black-sailed boat. Now the boat was swinging violently, sinking left and right, shaking his body off the bed.

"Customer, you have grasped it tightly. The rain is getting heavy. There are a few more strong winds. Be careful not to fall." The old boatman's voice came from outside. The sound was torn into several sections by the wind and rain. Only a few words hit Liu Xuzing's ears. He looked outside and found that his eyes could no longer penetrate the rain curtain, but he could vaguely see that the river surface became narrower, and the boat seemed to be sailing on a winding stream.

Liu Xuzhi was worried that the old boatman could not handle it, so he walked to the cabin door. He was about to speak, but suddenly he saw a stone bridge in front of him emerging from the rain and fog, and was about to hit the black pendant. Fortunately, the old boatman was experienced. At this critical moment, he inserted the boat deeply into the mud at the bottom of the water and pressed the entire boat deep into the depths.

With a "hula" sound, the hull successfully passed through the arch bridge, but due to the excessive force, the water pressed against the hull layer by layer and rolled into the cabin. Seeing this, the old fisherman quickly raised the boat, and the boat climbed onto the water again, escaped from a disaster.

Liu Xuling had just breathed a sigh of relief, but with a "pop", it seemed that something fell from a high place and broke on the boat board.

"No, the bamboo wormwood was lifted too high just now, as if it had hit something on the bridge." The old boatman said while turning around, but when he saw the thing clearly, he was so scared that he staggered and almost fell down.

Seeing this, Liu Xuzhang quickly rushed to the board and supported him, "Old man, are you okay?"

The old boatman held the boat artemisia and shook his hand. He hid behind Liu Xuting, as if he didn't dare to face the crock pot on the boat board that had fallen into pieces. "Take it away, hurry up and rush into the river." He forgot about his superiority and inferiority for a moment, and even ordered Liu Xuting to come.

Liu Xuzhang was not annoyed him. He looked at the pile of broken tiles on the ground and the grayish-white powdery things inside, and then turned to look at the old boatman, "Could it be that the thing you knocked out with bamboo artemisia just now was the bone altar?"

The old boatman didn't answer him. He found a broom with few branches left and waved it to the pile of powder.

Liu Xuzhi reached out to stop him, "Now the waves are big, you can take charge of the boat first, leave it to me for cleaning." His tone was firm, without any doubt. The old boatman nodded to him tremblingly, picked up the bamboo wormwood and stood at the bow of the boat. However, he still turned around from time to time to sneak a glance at Liu Xuzhi's actions, his eyes filled with fear.

Liu Xuzhi squatted beside the pile of messy ashes, folded his hands together and bowed three times, muttering: "I shouldn't have to go."

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The living beings are so rude, but due to the situation, they can only collect some of the unsoaked ashes. When I find your family, I will bury you well." After saying that, he picked up an empty wine jar next to him, held the remaining ashes in his hand, put it into the jar, and then sealed the mouth of the jar with a lid.

"Keep, what are you doing?" The old boatman appeared behind Liu Xuzhang at some point. He looked at the wine jar, his hands and feet trembling constantly, like an overly frightened bird.

Liu Xuzing said seriously: "It is disrespectful to knock down the bone-turning altar. If all the ashes are swept into the river, wouldn't it completely disturb the deceased? If you are afraid, you will not be able to do such a disrespectful thing. I will keep the ashes first, and then go to the dock to rest. I will get off the boat to see if I can find his relatives."

"No need to find her, she has no relatives, no one." The old boatman was already speechless.

"Do you know the person in this world?" Liu Xuting looked at him with a suspicion.

"No, I mean, those who sacrifice the bone altar on the bridge are usually lonely and supportive people. If there are relatives, they will definitely be buried in the ancestral tomb, so how could this be?"

Although his words were stuttering, they sounded reasonable. Liu Xuzhang sighed, "Even so, we cannot throw him away in the river at will. In this way, I will look for a quiet place and bury him."

"Keep, if you insist on doing this, I can only violate the previous agreement. I will send you to the next port. Whether you are willing to bury it or take it on the road, it has nothing to do with me. You can find another boat. We are always taboo about this, so please understand." The old boatman seemed to have forgotten the identity of Liu Xulei, and said this sentence firmly and coherently.

Seeing that he insisted on doing this, Liu Xuzhi stopped forcing him. He smiled and said, "Okay, that's what you are."

The sky gradually became brighter, and the storm finally passed, leaving a rainbow in the not-far-distant horizon.

The old boatman came in from outside the tent, his eyes swept and fell on the wine jar next to Liu Xuzu, and said timidly: "Customer, you are about to arrive at the shore. Please pack your bags and I will help you move it down later."

Liu Xuting nodded, "I only have this little thing, just take it down when I reach the shore."

Hearing what he said, the old man felt a little embarrassed. He rubbed his hands, "I know I am not trustworthy. When doing business, it is always good to have a beginning and an end, but I am really sorry. In this way, after you bury the bone altar, I will help you find another boat and guarantee that you will send you to Qingcheng."

Liu Xuzhang shook his hand, "No need, but, old man, are you very familiar with this area?"

"I"

As soon as he said the word "I", the hull suddenly began to shake violently, as if it had hit something extremely hard. Suddenly, a big wave hit, lifting the boat from bottom to top, almost stuck it vertically on the water. The old boatman had not had time to catch anything, so he slid out from the stern and fell into the water. Seeing that he could not hold on, Liu Xuzhi gently pointed his toes and wanted to jump out of the bow of the boat, but then another wave, which was taller and fiercer than last time. It mixed with a roar, pressing him into the water.
Chapter completed!