Chapter 218 (2/2)

Jiang Xiong's covered boat was in the boiling water, surrounded by jumping fish and shrimp. Several Ma Liuzi fish weighing several kilograms jumped into the board of the covered boat, jumped and walked a few times, and their eyes turned over and died.

Dead.

The old man suddenly stood up. He picked up the hemp willow fish and looked at it seriously. After a few eyes, his frightened voice was trembling: ”boy, cut the fishing net. Let's go quickly. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time.”

”Yes, there are many fish.” Jiang Xiong has never seen so many fish in his life. Don't mention him. Even his master probably hasn't seen it.

If there are too many fish, people will be afraid.

Because the current situation is really numbing.

”Forget the fish. Escape! ” The old man even used the word escape. He fished the body and caught fish all his life. I haven't seen any ups and downs on the Yangtze River.

He wanted to escape.

Chiang Hsiung was also playing drums at the bottom of his heart. He always felt that there was a hidden crisis on the surface of the water. He made a decision in his heart and had a sharp hand. He grabbed a knife, prepared to cut off the remaining fishing net, and then set sail.

When the sharp knife touched the fishing net under the water, a huge force came, and the sharp knife in his hand was bitten by something. With a puff, the sharp knife was pulled into the water. Within a few seconds, the 80 cm long back knife was thrown back into the boat.

The thick blade has been rolled into a twist.

Jiang Xiong was stunned. Damn it, there's something underwater, something terrible.

But what's more terrible is that grandpa is shaking. The old man was shaking badly and his face was very white. More fish jumped out of the water and into the deck.

Each of these fish was incomplete, as if bitten by something in the water. Some lack tails, some have their stomachs bitten, and some even have only half of the fish left.

Jiang Xiong was cold. He subconsciously squatted down and caught a dead fish. Not quite right. The bite marks on the dead fish are wrong.

”This bite mark can't be bitten out by fish and amphibians in the Yangtze River.” The old man trembled and said in a difficult voice, ”this is clearly human, tooth marks.”

As soon as the voice fell, Jiang Xiong suddenly stared and couldn't believe it: ”how possible!”

”The underwater monster is near our ship. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many fish jumping into our cabin. ” The old man's face was uncertain. He bit his teeth and carried out his precious incense burner.

”Go, you paint the boat black.” The old man put the censer away, and somehow he found a can of black paint and brush.

”Why brush the boat?” Jiang Xiong was stunned.

”Since ancient times, people who fish corpses have used wupeng boats. Do you know why?”

Jiang Xiong shook his head.

”Because it is said that the ferry in the Styx is black. Black ships are used on the Yangtze River, and the dead in the water will not attack the ships. Because they know that the black ferry is to take them home. ” The old man grabbed a handful of glutinous rice, put it into the censer, and then lit it.

Under the boat, the river is more lively. Fish and shrimp jumped faster and faster. Countless big fish with bite marks kept jumping into the cabin.

Suddenly, the ship was hit hard, and Jiang Xiong almost lost his footing and fell into the water.