"You want to ascend, why come to Huangquan Ferry? Huangquan Ferry is to lead souls into the underworld. Living souls." Gu Can suddenly turned around and saw Wen Yi and others beside him.
There was a golden light in their eyes, and their bodies were still on the bus!
"There's not much time left, there's no need to waste time talking to him." Su Li also realized this problem.
"Hahaha, your reaction is quite fast. It's a pity, you two yellow-haired girls, if you weren't useful to me, why would I keep you until today?"
"You're so arrogant." Gu Can said disdainfully.
"Splash, splash." The sound of rowing.
A small boat appeared on the river in the distance. An old man was paddling the boat. His movements were very slow, but the boat reached the ferry in almost the blink of an eye.
"Please get on board."
"Old man, we won't cross the river." Wen Yi didn't know what he was thinking, but he replied directly. He was quite polite.
"How can you reach the underworld without crossing the river? You've entered the cycle of reincarnation and have reached the Yellow Springs. Don't linger in the mortal world any longer. Get on the boat quickly." The old man said, his face becoming ferocious and terrifying.
"It's ridiculous. The heaven and earth are incomplete, and there are no spirits in the human world. How can there be an underworld outside the Yellow Springs? What kind of mountain spirits and monsters dare to pretend to be a ferryman!" Gu Can snorted coldly.
"You really know!" Taoist Wen Jing showed a happy expression.
"Master, the goddess has appeared in the world. Sacrifice her to complete the heaven and earth, and then your great path will be achieved." The ferryman transformed himself into a weasel, imitated the appearance of a human, and walked to the side of Taoist Wen Jing.
"You're not even a human being, yet you still want to be a noble person. You're just a weasel. If we don't cause trouble for you, you should just hide your tail between your legs. You even dare to parade around and talk nonsense! Do you really think I have a good temper?" Gu Can said as he cut his finger with a sword.
He flicked his hand at the weasel, and a drop of blood hit it right between its eyebrows. The weasel instantly fell to the ground, struggled a few times, and gradually died.
"Hahahaha, the goddess is indeed different!" Taoist Wen Jing, who had taken over Zhao Xiuping's body, didn't care about the weasel's death at all. Instead, he looked at Gu Can with golden eyes.
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