C72 Crossing the River (2/2)

The man turned to look at me.

”No need, just send us to the river. We don't need to worry about other things.”

There was a hint of anger in my tone. The man must have clearly felt it. He didn't continue talking and sped up instead.

A few minutes later, I saw a river that was about a hundred feet wide lying horizontally not far from us. It was much more spectacular than what I had imagined.

”I did it out of good intentions. None of us boatmen would dare to ferry at night, and the nearest village would take at least half an hour to walk. Are you still going to stay here?”

After the motorcycle stopped, Tang Rou and I quickly jumped down from the bike seat.

I saw a few boats parked on the riverbank not far away, and a few sheds that looked like shipyards.

He took out a hundred yuan and handed it to the driver.

”Thanks bro, it's getting late, let's go back.”

The other party took the money and coldly looked at me. His mouth moved, but he didn't say anything. He stuffed the money into his pocket, turned around, and sped away.

I could clearly feel that guy looking at me through the mirror. The fierce look in his eyes sent a chill down my spine.

”What a weird guy. I think he wants us to go to his relatives' house and complain. He probably wants to do something bad.”

Tang Rou's words made me nod my head repeatedly. From the looks of it, that was the only possibility.

The world is much more sinister than I thought it would be.

”We can either seek wealth or kill ourselves. We can just be a bit more careful, but we don't know if there are any boatmen nearby.”

Tang Rou and I walked along the river's edge. Within those small shacks, there seemed to be faint traces of light shining through.

If there really was someone, then the following matter would be easy to handle.

Arriving at the door, I didn't hear any sounds. Instead, I smelled a very fragrant scent of tobacco.

In the past, when they were young in the countryside, people in the village would always choose this type of dry smoke to smoke.

There had to be someone inside.

”Is anyone there?”

I shouted from the doorway.

Coughing sounds came from inside, and after about half a minute, the small wooden shed's door creaked open, and a withered face came out.