In the morning, a team of grain boats were surging up the water and heading towards the water of the river. There were cliffs on the left and right banks, and strange screams came from time to time. I don’t know whether it was birds or monkeys calling, but Feng Ang looked at the scenery on both sides of the strait with fun, which was something he had never seen before.

From Fanyu, he took a boat to the north of the Qinshui River, then went east to the Hengpu River to the Shixing border, climbed over Dayu Ridge and arrived at Gancheng, the capital of Nankang County, Jiangzhou, where he took a boat downstream to Nanchang and entered Pengli Lake.

Go north and go to the Yangtze River through Hukou, then go downstream to Caishijideng 6. Turn 6 to reach Jiankang directly. Feng Ann's father Feng Pu took this route when he went from Gaoliang to Jiankang. At that time, he was only nine years old.

Thinking of this, Feng Ang felt a little sad. After his father passed away more than four years ago, he left behind three brothers, eldest brother and second brother, who had already served as an official in charge of local affairs, but he, the youngest, was left by his grandmother and could not easily travel around.

He has never been to Yushui to the west of Fanyu, to the north of Fengshui, and to the east of Nishui. Compared with his two brothers, Feng Ang has always been regarded as a young man. He is very dissatisfied with this, but he can only arrange it with his grandmother.

Feng Hun is now the prefect of Shilong, and Feng Xuan is the prefect of Gaoliang. Even if he does not have a serious official position, he can only rely on his grandmother’s merits to gain a scattered order. He is not considered a serious official at all. The young and energetic Feng Ang has always wanted to find opportunities to make contributions to prove himself.

If it were in the past, there would be no foundation when he could make a contribution, but now it is different. Zhou's army invaded Lingnan and the officials were defeated step by step. Now it is the time to employ people, so the opportunity has come.

Feng Hun stayed at Shilong, and Feng Xuan led his troops to Zhenyang to support the official army. He was ordered by his grandmother to supervise the transfer of food and grass, and followed the fleet to travel between the downstream of the Qinshui River and the middle reaches of the Wukou.

Although he was unable to go into battle to kill the enemy, it was always good to be able to come out and do things. Maybe when a small group of Zhou soldiers attacked the grain ship, he could kill the enemy and make contributions.

The north wind blew his face quite cool. Feng Ang came to his senses. He looked at the cliffs on both sides of the shore again, turned to ask the follower beside him: "It's been so long, it seems that he's almost at the siege?"

"Sanlangjun, there is a water entrance in front of him. The cliffs on both sides are like passes, called Guanqi, and more than ten miles ahead is the 未号号."

"Guanqi? I remember there is a temple there?"

"Yes, there is a temple under Guanqi, facing the mountains and water. It enshrines the water god Hebo, which can ensure that the ship passes through the rapid flow of Guanqi."

It doesn’t matter if you believe in the theory of ghosts and gods. When Feng Ang was young, he heard his father Feng Pu talk about strange stories in the Fengshui area. Guanqi’s temple also mentioned it. He planned to see with his own eyes what his father said about “Guanqi’s water is urgent”.

On the water front, the continuous peaks on both sides of the shore are crisscrossing, and the dangerous cliffs are steep and towering like walls. A small temple appears suddenly at the foot of the mountain. In front of it, there are rocks emerging from the water surface, dividing the rushing river water into two left and right.

The sound of water storms between the cliffs on both sides, as deafening as thunder, and waves of water vapor rose up, looking astonishing. Feng Ang saw the true face of Guanqi Water with his own eyes, and finally realized how the four words "Guanqi Water is urgent" that his father said back then were understatement.

"Sanlangjun, please go back to the cabin."

Guanqi's water was fast, and the boat was jogging violently when it was driving. The follower was afraid that Feng Ang would fall into the water, so he persuaded him to leave the deck and go to the cabin to rest.

Feng Ann was in the cabin and continued to look at the river view outside through the window. In order to attract his attention, Yiming entourage told Guanqi's "story" specifically:

The wood that floated down from the upstream of the Qinshui River will be swept into the water and will never float again. People say that these woods were taken by the water god Hebo.

Isn't it just being swept away by the whirlpool in the water? It must have floated up again in some corner...

Feng Ang thought so, looking out the window absent-mindedly. After a moment, his expression changed, and he suddenly stood up and ran out. This action made the followers shocked and quickly chased them out.

"Sanlangjun, dangerous!"

The followers rushed to the deck and saw Feng Angding looking at the riverside. They were about to persuade him to return to the cabin, but they found something wrong on the riverside.

Floating corpses, many floating corpses, floated down from the upstream in dense numbers. These were not ten or twenty, but almost occupying most of the river. Many people thought it was an hallucination, rubbed their eyes and looked at them, and they saw more and more floating corpses.

A corpse floated past the boat, and it looked like a variety of deaths. Some people were caught with arrows, some had short spears inserted in their bodies, some had a missing head, and some had broken legs.

The smell of blood filled the river. The floating corpses were soaked in water a little white but not obviously swollen. They were floating on the water like dead pigs. It seemed that they had not died for too long.

Some of the dead faced upwards, with empty eyes, seemed to be looking at the people on the boat in a steady state, while some of the dead were bent with their arms, as if they were in a struggle before their death, but in the eyes of the people on the boat, they seemed to be trying to reach out to grab themselves.

With a plop, the timid boatman collapsed on the deck, with wet marks spilling out of his crotch. He cried and retreated into the cabin. More people trembled their legs and looked pale. They were at a loss when they saw so many floating corpses on the water.

Judging from his clothes, he seemed to be an officer and a soldier...

"vomit!!"

Feng Ann held the cabin and bent down and vomited. He had seen dead people, nor had he seen drowning people, but he had seen so many dead people floating on the river at once, flowing down the river like dense fallen leaves. This scene was too exciting.

It only makes people feel as if they are in the legendary underworld, on the Forgetful River.

Legend has it that there is a Huangquan Road in the underworld, and there is a bridge called Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River. All the dead must cross this Naihe Bridge. Those who do good in their lives can walk through it safely. Those who do evil in their lives will be caught by the ghosts in the Wangchuan River, pull off the bridge, and will never be reincarnated.

I thought this was just a joke by the old man to scare the children, but when Feng Ang and others were "in the scene", they realized that a river was full of floating corpses was so terrifying.

The water of the Tin River now turns into the Forget River. The dense floating corpses on it are the ghosts on the Forget River. They will pounce on them at any time and pull the living people into the water and will never be reborn.

The boatman on the grain boat was so scared that he was at a loss. Someone had the other end of the long paddle in his hand was "hugged" by the floating corpse in the water. He was so scared that he quickly threw the long paddle out. Others did not dare to row the long paddle again, for fear that the floating corpse in the water would climb up along the long paddle and pull the person out of the water.

The fleet had just passed the Guanqi water surface, and no one rowed the boat, causing the ship to lose its momentum to move forward, and began to lose control on the turbulent water surface. A ship quickly capsized, as if it was overturned by evil spirits.

"Quick! Rowing quickly! If you don't want to die, row quickly!!"

The boatmen were shouting one after another, and the boatmen were rushing to row the long boat, barely stabilizing the hull. Everyone bent on the hull to row upwards.

Feng Ang vomited all the gallbladders. Several bold followers wanted to help him back to the cabin, but before they could walk a few steps, the master and servant fell on the deck, just sitting on someone's vomit.

Without caring about being dirty, Feng Ang struggled to stand up. Although he vomited so hard just now, he could not lose the face of the Feng family and looked ahead calmly. He wanted to judge how bad the current situation was.

These are the corpses of the official army and the soldiers who assisted the war... Could it be that the silence was lost? But how is this possible?

"Sanlangjun! Look ahead!!"

As the shouts rang out, Feng Ang looked upstream, and saw a large number of floating corpses appearing on the water in the distance. Many crows hovered in the sky, falling down from time to time, pecking at the corpse. This scene made people feel their stomachs churning when they saw it.

"So many corpses... it's over... it's over..."
Chapter completed!