half demon glass

Chapter 895

The moment my words fell, I could clearly feel the old man's body stiffen slightly, and his pupils tightened for a few seconds, as if he had never thought that he would still hear these words from the Rouli tribe from other people's mouths in his lifetime. Three words.

But for some reason, after waiting for a few seconds to react, he turned away from me and responded with three words in an extremely unnatural reaction, "I haven't heard of it."

He was obviously lying, but he was so wary that it would not be that easy to get the truth out of him.

When I was about to say something, whirlwinds suddenly blew on the river, and countless vortexes the size of buckets condensed almost instantly.

"Hurry up, if you don't leave, I won't be able to control you anymore!" The old man's expression changed instantly. He picked up the bamboo pole in his hand and was about to slap the river, but the river seemed to come alive. It actually rolled up a stream of water and rushed directly towards the old man. The bamboo pole in his hand was directly swept into the bottom of the river!
"It's over... it's over!" The old man looked frightened, and after a startled cry, he sat down directly on the ground.

After this stream of water passed through, several more streams of water suddenly stood up from the river and rushed directly in our direction.

At this time, it was already too late for us to run away.

Although it is impossible for us to leave.

The old man's bamboo pole was swept away, but he still wanted to buy us some time. He took out something from behind him. When he was about to make a move, Feng Jiuqing, who had been silent, actually moved at this moment. .

I saw Feng Jiuqing kicking the stones on the edge of the pier. Several large stones flew into the air in an instant and hit the streams of water head-on.

There was a huge impact and a loud "bump" in the air!
The moment the stone shattered, the seemingly unstoppable flow of water was instantly dispersed in the air.

Seeing Feng Jiuqing handling the water flow so easily, the old man suddenly stopped and looked at us blankly, moving his lips slightly as if he wanted to say something.

But the whirlpool on the river was getting bigger and bigger at this moment, and countless black shadows appeared directly in the whirlpool, as if the corpses that he had knocked down with a bamboo pole were about to rush out of the water through the whirlpool!

Even the old man's awning boat couldn't resist the sweeping trend of the whirlpool, and it was about to be sucked into the whirlpool!
He quickly took out his spare oar and rowed towards the shore with all his strength. However, the whirlpool got bigger and bigger. How could the strength of his rowing compare with the sweeping trend of the whirlpool?
Seeing that the old man was about to be sucked into the whirlpool, Feng Jiuqing moved slightly, jumped up, and appeared directly in the air. She grabbed the old man by the collar and lifted him directly from the middle of the river to the bank. side.

The second after the old man was lifted to the shore, the awning boat was directly sucked into the whirlpool and torn apart into a pile of broken wood.

The old man stood on the shore, staring blankly at everything in front of him. In addition to being distressed, there was endless confusion in his eyes.

I seemed to hear him say softly: "It's over, it's all over..."

At this moment, he seemed to have aged ten years.

He used to be able to suppress things underwater, but some things have changed, and he can no longer accept it.

He is no longer the ferryman who could resist the hordes of corpses on the Yellow River, but more like an ordinary old man.

(End of this chapter)