My protagonist attributes have been discovered

However, it is impossible to swim, and it is impossible to swim in this life: if you don’t mention the myths and legends of “Wangchuan everywhere|solitary|soul|wild|ghost” in the human world, even documentary articles related to the underworld have long been forgotten. It clearly marked the point that "Waihe River of Wangchuan is the underworld|criminal|criminal|concentrated place".

Therefore only...

"How about we wait for the next boat?" Song Yangle thought for a while, then turned his head, and seriously asked Ying Long beside him for his opinion.

Boss Ying glanced at him and said concisely: "A person can only order one boat a day."

"……yours?"

"Are you going to swim back at night?"

"..."

Song Yangle turned back to Shang Chuanjia's ordinary and simple smile, expressionless: "..." Monopoly is really bad.

……

"Guest, is this your first time in the Underworld?"

The deal was settled, the contract was completed, the small boat left the shore and sailed into the vast river. The boatman sitting in the stern was shaking the oar while chatting with Song Yangle who was sitting in the bow with a nonchalant laugh.

Song Yangle, who couldn't see the direction from the disordered compass, put away his mobile phone and turned his head: "I am, he—" turned to Ying Long who was looking at the sky full of Kongming lanterns in the center of the boat, "You are not here for the first time Underworld, right?"

"..." The other party turned to look at him.

"...?"

"No." After saying these two words in a low voice, his eyes fixed on him for two more seconds, and the boss looked back at the Kongming Lantern in the sky.

Song Yangle: "..." I don't understand.

Before he could follow up to observe the difference between the Kongming lanterns here and the previous ones, the boatman's laughter reached his ears: "Hehe, actually, you don't need to ask this one, the old man knows it's not his first time here."

"...?" Song Yangle turned his attention to Chuanjia: "Do you know him?"

"Of course. Regardless of the human world, in our underworld, who wouldn't know Mr. Ying Long?"

"...Cough," silently recalling a certain god who called himself and the boss "Dad", Song Yangle restrained his divergent thinking, coughed tactically, shifted the focus, and asked the boatman: "Then why don't you say hello?" ?”

The boatman laughed: "When the boat is on the River of Forgetfulness, we ferrymen don't talk to non-passengers."

"Not a ship passenger...meaning that only I am a ship passenger?"

"Correct."

Song Yangle thought for a while and guessed, "Because I called this ship?"

The boatman confirmed with a smile: "Yes."

Song Yangle was stunned, lowered his head thoughtfully, looked at the swaying small broken boat below him, and suddenly said: "So it can only accommodate one person - no wonder this boat is so narrow."

"Cough..." The boatman coughed, swung the scull, and the water waves receded. He corrected him with a simple smile: "Guest, the appearance of our ferry boats is not fixed. What is the boat that can cross the River of Forgetfulness in your mind?" What it is, what it is."

"..." Song Yangle paused for a moment, raised his head, looked at his wrinkled face, with a complicated expression: "Then... you were also imagined by me?"

The boatman's smile narrowed a bit: "...That's not true."

"Oh." The human youth showed a relieved expression, glanced at him, and murmured in a low voice with evasive eyes: "I said that the people I imagined would never be so old..."

Boatman: "..." The smile is stiff.jpg

For a moment, the boat was quiet without human voices, and the only sound on the deep river was the sound of oars pushing water and the boat moving forward, and time became quiet.

Song Yangle was turning his head, grasping the side of the boat with both hands, looking at the direction in front of him where he could not see his fingers in the thick blackness, and at the continuous Kongming lanterns that had been shining high above his head, which were not much different from those on the shore before, and finally Staring at the dark, dark river with no light under the boat, and almost nothing if not for the sound of water and the shaking of the hull, he asked casually:

"Why is the water so black?"

Probably out of resentment|lonely|lonely, the boatman at the rear ignored the past and answered him in a leisurely voice: "The reason is the same as that of the ferry boat.

The Wangchuan of the living is also the transformation of the heart, you see what it looks like, it is what it is. "

"..." Song Yangle looked down into the darkness where nothing could be seen.

The boatman who didn’t hear the other party’s quarrel was not surprised: the first time a creature came back to Wangchuanwaihe, he couldn’t help being shocked; after all, he had never seen the real thing before, and it was all justified... …

"—Strange." Before the boatman finished thinking, the muffled doubtful voice of the human youth came from the bow: "Why do I think it's a stinking ditch now, but isn't it a stinking ditch?"

……when.

Boatman: "..." Lost his smile.

"Old man?" Song Yangle turned around wonderingly, the thirst for knowledge shone in the bright black eyes of human youths.

"..." The face under the bamboo hat of the old boatman with a literary heart is expressionless, and the old voice is emotionally flat: "Maybe your mind is not firm enough."

"Oh."

Song Yangle turned back, looked at the darkness under the boat that hadn't changed at all, and thought deeply: Excuse me, I'm too weak.

……

1 minute later.

Song Yangle looked at the darkness around him, and asked the boatman, "How long will it take for us to arrive?"

"do not know."

"???" Song Yangle turned around and looked at the boatman who was concentrating on rowing: "I remember that Hades is in the Neihe River of Wangchuan?"

"Yes."

"Does it move?"

"Nope."

Song Yang was confused: "Then why don't you know the time?"

The old boatman finally found a chance to regain his artistic heart, shook the scull, smiled, and replied leisurely:

"The Underworld doesn't move, but I don't know the size of the river of forgetfulness that your heart has transformed into, and the distance between our boat and the Underworld."

Song Yangle was silent: "..."

Oh, young man.The veteran boatman is full of ambitions: he still has little experience——

"—Then you only charge five hundred, which is indeed quite cheap."

After thinking about it, Song Yangle raised his head, thinking that he gave a good review objectively and fairly.

The old boatman: "... I thank you."

"You're welcome." Song Yangle turned sideways and nodded reservedly.

"Aren't you panicking?" The old boatman raised his head, and looked at him with wrinkled eyes under his bamboo hat: "Many people really sat on this river from life to death."

"Perhaps." Song Yangle shrugged: "However, if this is done during festivals, the tourism industry in the underworld probably won't think about it."

"I think Xuanwei probably wouldn't do that."

"What do you think?" Facing the cold gaze of the "boatman", his tone was calm and relaxed: "I don't know what it is, but it's definitely not the ferryman's Mr. Prankster?"