Pop! Pop!
Several soft bursts rang out along the riverbank. Five black-robed wizards abruptly appeared in the ferry passengers' sight, standing on the shore at the bend in the river. With the ferry between them, they faced the pile of muck on the reef across the water.
The moment that Frog Monster exploded, Old Man Shaw had already used his bamboo pole to stop the ferry in the middle of the river.
Though the rushing water surged past, carrying the current along, the ferry bobbed unsteadily in the water without moving forward another inch.
"Inside, all of you, get inside." The old boatman waved his hand, herding the young wizards into the cabin. At the same time, he pressed a hand onto Zheng Qing's shoulder and instructed, "You stay."
After the other students had entered the cabin, the old man chanted a spell and lowered the shutters on both sides of the cabin, as well as the front and rear doors. This blocked the curious stares within while also raising the ferry's safety level to its maximum.
Zheng Qing stood there woodenly, Remington in hand, staring at the heap of muck on the riverside reef. His mind was a stampede of silenced horses and galloping camels—It died just like that?
Didn't they say aberrant demons were incredibly tenacious and difficult to erase on a conceptual level?
Could I have run into a fake aberrant demon?
Could that thing sitting on the reef have merely been some monster crossbred from a boggart and a Mud Monster?
Or had the thing across the river actually been killed by Old Man Shaw?
No, probably not. If Old Man Shaw had killed it, he wouldn't have sounded so shocked just now.
While Zheng Qing was lost in thought, one of the newly arrived wizards