Xiang Maoyan avoided her and said, "Ziqiong, it's better to believe it than not. What if there is really something wrong with this bridge? I believe Fairy Zhao will not lie to us."
The last sentence was extremely devastating. Xiao Ziqiong's mind was filled with the words "I believe in Fairy Zhao". It was like this again! He would rather believe outsiders than her!
Disappointment, grievance, resentment, jealousy, and other emotions filled her chest, and Xiao Ziqiong exploded, "If you don't go, I will! I want to see if there's really something wrong with this bridge!"
After saying that, he rushed towards the bridge.
Xiang Maoyan pretended to chase after her and stopped in front of the bridge, "Ziqiong, stop making trouble and come back quickly."
Hearing him say that he was making a fuss, Xiao Ziqiong became even more annoyed. She wanted to prove that there was nothing wrong with the bridge, and then give Zhao Xiaoxian a hard slap in the face!
After walking for a while, the bridge under their feet was still in good condition. Xiao Ziqiong turned around and raised her chin towards Xiang Maoyan: "See, I told you there was no problem with this bridge, right?"
However, just as she finished saying this, she saw that Xiang Maoyan's expression became terrified.
And she felt the bridge moving beneath her feet.
She subconsciously turned around and saw a huge blood-red mouth that covered the sky and the earth. Deeper inside was bottomless darkness.
The next moment, she was swept up by the bridge and sent into the big mouth.
On the shore, several people couldn't help but gasp when they saw this scene.
At this time, Xue Huan couldn't help but feel fortunate that Zhulong was lazy, otherwise, with its size, no matter how many people it had, it would not be enough for it to swallow.
"Here it comes." Baili Hongguang said suddenly.
When Xue Huan came to her senses, she saw a small boat appearing in the river. An old man on the boat was paddling a bamboo pole slowly towards the shore.
At first glance, the old man and the boat looked like a mirage projected onto the water, but the closer they got, the clearer the image of the old man became, as if he had stepped out of a painting into reality.
Xue Huan looked at the old man and realized at first glance that he was just an ordinary elderly man, but when she looked again, she saw that he was just a skeleton. The old man kept jumping back and forth between the human form and the skeleton form, which made people's scalp tingle.
After reaching the shore, the skeleton old man didn't say anything, but just sat down, took out a pipe from somewhere, and started smoking.
Xue Huan stepped forward and asked, "Old man, we want to cross the river. How much is the boat fare?"
The old man was like an NPC who had triggered a quest, muttering: "Oh, poor old man, I haven't had a drink in a long time. If I could drink a pot of good wine, I would die without regrets."
Then Xue Huan understood that the boat fare was a pot of good wine.
There were plenty of wines in her space, almost all of which could be considered good wines. However, to be on the safe side, she still carefully selected them. Suddenly, she remembered the osmanthus wine that Pei Ji had brought back from the Qingli Realm. That wine was so strong that she got drunk just by smelling it. What would happen if she drank it directly?
I'm afraid I'll be drunk for ten days or half a month.
So she put it in the wine cellar.
It’s a good time to take it out now.
"What do you think of this wine?" Xue Huan handed over the osmanthus wine.
The old skeleton took it, pulled out the cork and smelled it. Instantly, a strong and mellow smell of wine emanated. Xue Huan was well prepared and had put on a mask in advance, temporarily blocking her sense of smell.
It was also put on Baili Hongguang.
"Good wine, good wine! I have never tasted such good wine in my life." The skeleton old man was overjoyed and drank a mouthful on the spot. He wrapped the wine in his mouth, savored it carefully, and swallowed it after a long time.
That expression showed complete enjoyment, as if he was ascending into heaven.
"Come up." The old man hid the wine in his clothes and called out to Xue Huan and the others.
Xue Huan and Baili Hongguang boarded the boat.
Xiang Maoyan made a quick decision and walked over: "Fairy Zhao, how about giving me a ride? Of course, there will be no shortage of spirit stones."
Xue Huan was about to refuse when the old man said, "No, you have to give me some wine before you can get on my boat. Without wine, you can't."
Xue Huan showed a helpless expression to Xiang Maoyan.
There were also several jars of wine in Xiang Maoyan's storage ring. Few men didn't like to drink, but with Xue Huan's sweet-scented osmanthus wine in front of him, his wine seemed inferior.
As soon as he took it out, the old man waved his hands in disgust, "Go away, go away, how dare you use this kind of wine to fool an old man like me? Do you think I've never seen good wine?"
Xiang Maoyan looked at Xue Huan and wanted to ask her to buy a bottle of wine.
Xue Huan smiled slightly. "The wine I just gave you is a thousand-year-old osmanthus wine. The ingredients used are all spiritual herbs and flowers that are tens of millions of years old. If you want it, I will sell it to you for a million spirit stones a bottle."
There was no exaggeration in her words, but Xiang Maoyan felt that she was deliberately exaggerating. He gritted his teeth and his cheeks bulged out. "One million spirit stones for a bottle of wine, Fairy Zhao really dares to ask for it."
Not to mention he couldn't come up with a million spirit stones. Even if he could, he'd be crazy to use it to buy a bottle of wine. Was that wine some kind of nectar? A million spirit stones for a palm-sized bottle?
If he had so much money, would he still take the risk to come to this secret place?
If her wine was really worth a million, would she need to take the risk of entering the secret realm?
Xue Huan: If you don’t believe it, forget it. She didn’t really plan to sell the wine to him anyway.
"Old man, let's start the boat."
The small boat slowly rowed to the other side of the river. On the shore, Xiang Maoyan watched coldly.
Perhaps he was very satisfied with the boat fare Xue Huan paid, so the old skeleton reminded her: "While on the boat, no matter what happens, don't make a sound."
Xue Huan was about to respond, but paused and just nodded at him.
Baili Hongguang was about to take out his second bucket of popcorn when he paused, finally holding back. The river was only about thirty feet long anyway, so it would be easy to cross. He might as well wait until he got ashore before eating.
The old man said nothing more and rowed the boat quietly.
In the dark river water that the two could not see, the bamboo pole was stuck on the vengeful spirits that wanted to emerge from the water, using the force to push them. The vengeful spirits were poked by the bamboo pole and turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.
These vengeful spirits have strange shapes and no substance. They are formed by the gathering of various dark energies such as yin energy, evil energy, death energy, and resentment. They instinctively chase the breath of living people and want to swallow them.
The vast majority of them have no intelligence and only have the instinct to eat humans, but some of them become stronger and possess intelligence by constantly devouring their own kind.
This kind of vengeful spirit is extremely difficult to deal with.
Fortunately, the old man himself is not a human being, but just a skeleton. The boat he is paddling also has the function of isolating vital energy. As long as it is within the range of the boat, the vital energy can be blocked.
Of course, the premise is that no sound is made, otherwise the vengeful spirit will come following the sound.
This is why the old man gave Xue Huan and the other two so much advice just now.
Xue Huan originally thought that since this wasn't a long stretch of water, it wouldn't be difficult to make no noise.
Who would have thought that it would not be so easy to do.
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