White Bone Mountain
The little boat sailed smoothly. The Yellow River before us was vast beyond measure, stretching so far that we could not see its end. It made us feel smaller than ever before.
In the Yellow River, there was nothing we could do. Our fate could only be entrusted to Old Zhao.
Even with the Demon Blade Muramasa in my hand, I could only sigh helplessly before the mighty Yellow River.
Fortunately, Old Zhao was highly experienced. He kept steering the boat forward, his expression calm and composed.
Just then, I suddenly felt the boat jolt. It seemed as though something was beneath it.
I hurriedly told Old Zhao, but he remained perfectly calm. He extended his hand, then suddenly scattered a handful of white rice. It was glutinous rice.
The water soon calmed down. Old Zhao nodded and said, "It's fine now. Go back to the cabin."
After I returned to the cabin, Liu Ling'er and Bai Xue, both pale with fear, embraced me.
"Husband, I'm so scared," Liu Ling'er said.
"Don't worry. Nothing will happen," I hurriedly comforted her.
"It feels like there's nothing we can do here," Bai Xue said.
"That's right. We'll be fine once we get back to land," I said.
"It's truly terrifying." Huodou also crawled out, its eyes filled with dread. As a fire demon beast, it was extremely unsuited to this environment.
We soon fell silent. Old Zhao stood alone at the bow. His aged face was full of vitality, and his eyes swept across his surroundings. His composure made it seem as though he could handle any hardship. I could not help but marvel at the mystery of the Yellow River Corpse Fisher.
Several hours later, we finished lunch. Just then, Old Zhao suddenly called for me.
His expression