half demon glass

Chapter 653 Dead Sea Ferryman

Although the flower of the other side blooms on the other side of the underworld, it is the flower of hope that guides the reincarnation of living beings.

I tried to reach out, trying to pick off a Bana flower and put it in the palm of my hand, but found that my hands passed through the flower directly.

No matter how hard I try to grab it, the sea of ​​flowers in front of me is like a phantom, which can only be viewed from a distance, not desecrated.

Seeing this scene, both Feng Jiuqing and Lin Sishen were a little surprised, after all, the sea of ​​flowers in front of them was too real.

It's as if they are real in front of us.

"The flowers can't be touched, but the water in the Dead Sea is always real, right?" Lin Sishen quickly stretched out his hand and touched the surface of the sea.

But in the next second, the whole person was speechless.

"This, this, this, this! This sea is also fake, it's like touching the air, and you can't touch anything!"

"The sea is also an illusion?" I raised my head in surprise, imitating his example, and stretched out my hand.

An extremely strange thing, but at this moment, suddenly happened...

The moment my hand touched the sea, a layer of waves suddenly rose from the still surface of the sea.

Then the sound of waves beating on the shore suddenly sounded from my ears, from far to near, from shallow to deep.

The entire dead beach suddenly came alive almost in an instant!
A dilapidated black-covered boat suddenly appeared on the surface of the sea at an unknown time.

On the boat stood an old man wearing a coir raincoat, a bamboo hat, and a white beard, holding a slender bamboo pole in his hand, slowly pushing the boat towards the shore...

All of our eyes suddenly fell on the old man.

What everyone didn't expect was that the old man had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his earlobes were big and thick. That kind of face made it impossible to connect it with the Dead Sea.

A few minutes later, the dilapidated boat with awning awning slowly docked on the shore under our gaze.

There was a benevolent smile on the old man's face, he stroked his white beard, and a dull voice sounded.

"One coir, one hat, one flat boat, one foot of silk and one inch hook. One song and one bottle of wine, one person fishing alone one river autumn."

"These little friends came to the Dead Sea, and they did not come here in exile. If you want to enjoy the moon, you can get on a boat and go fishing with the old man. If you want to look for people, don't enter this place, and look forward to the long way back."

The old man's simple words made people unable to hear good and evil, but one could guess that he should have such a special status in the Dead Sea, so he could come and go freely on the surface of the sea.

But since we are here, it is impossible to be persuaded to return by his simple sentence.

I didn't answer his question, but asked instead: "The junior is not talented, dare to ask the old senior...?"

"The ferryman of the Dead Sea." The old man replied.

On the top of his head and shoulders, I couldn't see the three yang fires of a living person, but I saw that he was full of energy, with a ruddy complexion, and he was not as frightening as a dead soul who died unjustly.

"Senior, to be honest, the three of us came here not to admire the moon, nor to find someone, but to come here for something important."

I was polite to the old man, I didn't dare to say that we came here for the phoenix guts, I just said something.

"This gentleman and I visited this place thousands of years ago, but now we have lost our memories. We would like to know what happened here when we visited back then. I hope our seniors will be accommodating and let us go..."

(End of this chapter)