Help! This savior is too stupid!

For tens of miles up and down the Wangchuan River, there are places where the water flows rapidly, and there are also places where the water is as gentle as a mirror, suitable for crossing the river.

The ferry where Jiang Bai and others were located was carefully selected by Wu Lu. People and ghosts gathered on both sides of the river, making it the most suitable place for crossing the river.

At this moment, everywhere, no matter whether the water flow is fast or slow, a faint mist appears on the river at the same time.

Fog filled the river, making it difficult to see the situation on the Wangchuan River from both sides.

And in the light mist, there seemed to be the shadow of a paper boat floating slowly.

If a ghost on the shore is accidentally swallowed by the fog and hits the paper boat, there will only be a flash of red light and the ghost will disappear without a trace.

Jiang Bai has been in the fog for a while. Wu Lu stared at the fog, motionless, as if he wanted to see through the fog and see the truth about the disappearance of the old master.

He only knew that there were dangers in the mist, but it was difficult to know what these dangers were, where they came from, and how to resolve them?

Beside Wu Lu, Wei Junjie shook his head from side to side, like a vigilant antelope.

With a swish sound, Wei Junjie seemed to have seen something and actually chased him out.

Soon, he came back again, looking like he had seen a ghost.

Wulu said doubtfully,

"What's wrong?"

Wei Junjie said with worry on his face, "It's foggy."

Wulu was even more confused,

"How long has this fog been here?"

Wei Junjie just saw it?

wrong.

Wu Lu raised his head and looked around, his pupils suddenly shrank.

I don't know when the mist came, and it actually enveloped the entire Wangchuan River!

This is not the fog that the old master entered back then!

This is ten times, a hundred times more dangerous than the fog back then!

The mist is misty, and in other places, it might still be a bit fairy-like, like a fairyland on earth.

But placed on the Wangchuan River, it only looks extremely eerie and scary.

When Wu Lu saw a paper boat floating in the mist, his pupils suddenly contracted!

"This is?!"

His face was full of shock,

“This is the paper boat of yesteryear!!”

Wei Junjie only saw the paper boat in the mist, but did not know its origin.

Judging from Wulu's reaction, he probably knew something.

Wei Junjie asked in a deep voice,

“What were paper boats back then?”

Wu Lu's expression was gloomy. Even though he was under the bandage, one could still imagine how ugly he looked at this moment.

Hearing Wei Junjie's question, Wulu slowly spoke,

"There is no bridge on the Wangchuan River. Humans cannot get out, and ghosts cannot cross it. Therefore, there is a ferryman to ferry people, ghosts, and common people."

"The ferryman inheritance is very demanding."

Wulu is the ferryman of this generation, so he naturally knows the threshold.

The third sublimation of ‘Going Against Heaven’ is the most basic requirement.

The Emperor of Heaven, Ksitigarbha, and the top beings under the generals.

At least he must prove that he is qualified to attack the guardianship of the Death Forbidden Land.

In addition, he also asked to kill a ghost who had sunk in Wangchuan River.

The guardian of the Death Forbidden Land is not a good position.

Some people, for various reasons, choose to become ferrymen instead of guarding the forbidden land of death.

"The ferrymen of all ages have only one ending. They hold up the ominous paper boat, carry the boat full of ghosts, and disappear into the mist."

Wulu murmured in a low voice,

"The paper boat just now was the ferryman's paper boat."

Even Wei Junjie's face turned ugly.

"Are you saying that there is a terrifying ghost on that paper boat, and there is also a ferryman who is infinitely close to the ultimate sublimation, and that everything on the boat may be out of control?"

"That's right!"

Wu Lu answered categorically, and Wei Junjie felt a chill in his heart.

Wei Junjie asked again: "How many ferrymen have disappeared in the past two hundred years?"

"Sixteen people have clear records, eight are unclear, and three are legendary..."

More than twenty, close to thirty?

This number is, without a doubt, staggering.

Every paper boat represents a difficult problem!

A little carelessness can lead to disaster!

Wei Junjie looked into the mist bitterly, not to see clearly, but to look at himself on the other side.

Of course, the eyes of one person and one ghost cannot be brought together. But they know one thing very well:

It’s time to fight hard again.

"If the information you provided is correct, the paper boats from back then are back, and the ferrymen of the past generations must have been trapped somewhere and are now being released.

Letting them out is certainly not a sign of kindness..."

A whole ship of out-of-control ghosts and ferrymen are as threatening as the extremely sublimated strong man.

Once they are allowed to go ashore to cause trouble, no matter they are humans or ghosts on the road to hell, they will inevitably die.

This will be a catastrophe!

Wei Junjie's meaning is very simple,

"We have to do something!"

Wei Junjie's attitude was very firm, so firm that Wu Lu was a little surprised.

Wulu thought for a moment and asked,

"Is this an order from the First Ksitigarbha?"

Wu Lu used to work beside the First Ksitigarbha and was familiar with the First Ksitigarbha's style of conduct.

The other party... won't take care of these things easily.

It is difficult to use common sense to infer what the First Ksitigarbha did. He seemed to have his own set of standards of measurement, rather than the worldly sense of good and evil.

Wei Junjie smiled bitterly,

"No orders."

"It's instinctive."

instinct?

Listening to this strange answer, Wulu looked at Wei Junjie, feeling more and more suspicious about him.

This guy shouldn't have such an instinct.

Wei Junjie explained while making preparations,

"I said, this is instinct, my instinct is to know the current situation, I want to survive, I have what I have to do, I want to return to my hometown.

There is an old saying in China that is used to express my longing for my hometown. In your words, it should be - Wei Sang, the cherry blossoms in my hometown are blooming. "

Wu Lu could understand Wei Junjie's words.

"But if you just want to survive, shouldn't you leave?"

Wu Lu didn't understand why Wei Junjie wanted to wade into this muddy water, or even risk his life.

This is contradictory to what Wei Junjie himself said.

If you want to survive, facing this catastrophe, you should hide as far away as possible.

"Didn't I say it? It's instinct! Instinct!"

Wei Junjie smiled bitterly, his laughter was very bitter,

"This is a catastrophe. In the words of the third mysterious tide, this is a world-destroying disaster."

"It is Jiang Bai's instinct to solve world-destroying disasters."

"If I don't contribute enough in the process of solving the disaster, believe me, sooner or later, I will become the disaster itself..."

Wei Junjie wants to live, Jiang Bai wants to solve the world-destroying disaster.

Therefore, facing a world-destroying disaster, Wei Junjie's best approach is to follow Jiang Bai to solve this disaster.

Otherwise, one day in the future, Jiang Bai will take the account book and settle accounts with Wei Junjie one by one. By then, it will be too late to say anything!

The infinite emotion and thousands of words in Wei Junjie's heart finally turned into one sentence,

"This is instinct!"

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(There is another one, it’s a bit stuck today, I’ll post it later)