"Doo-doo-doo-doo..."
The sound of a small boat engine kept chugging, and before long, a shabby little wooden boat came puttering over.
It looked ancient and dilapidated.
A skinny, dark-skinned old man in his sixties stood aboard it.
Like Master, he had a small mustache...
As soon as he reached shore, the old man spoke.
"You folks here to rent a boat?"
"That's right. Are you Old Cui?"
I answered.
He pulled the boat up to the bank, jumped ashore, and began tying it off as he replied,
"That's right, I'm Old Cui. This boat is mine. The price is what we agreed on over the phone—three thousand!
WeChat or Alipay? Heh heh heh..."
At the mention of three thousand, Uncle Yu's face twitched twice.
"Three thousand?"
"Yeah! That's what I told you on the phone, three thousand. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come out."
"Three thousand is enough to buy your piece-of-junk boat..."
I turned to Uncle Yu.
"It's fine, Uncle Yu. I'll pay."
Without payment, the man would not take us out. And if we wanted to get this done, we had no way of finding another boat elsewhere anytime soon.
As I spoke, I took out my phone.
"WeChat!"
"Sure thing!"
"Received. The boat is yours, use it however you like.
But let me make this clear first. Take all the pictures you want, but you'd better not row into Flying Tiger Bay.
And you have to come ashore before midnight.
Otherwise, the Dragon King in this river might take you away..."
Old Cui looked completely serious.
But Master merely smiled faintly.
"The Dragon King here can't take us. But boatman,
I'd like to ask when this river started acting strangely."
At those words, Old Cui let out a sigh.
"Damn it, wasn't it because the two Dragon King