453 Ferryman_3

Kamiyagawa had no idea how long the ferry had been drifting over the intense rapids, nor did he know where exactly he was.

At any rate, looking outward from the boat, the pitch-black rogue waves churned white mist, and it looked the same in all directions.

As for the two Minghe boatmen, they barely worked throughout the journey, not even paddling, just drifting along with the waves, letting the small wooden boat roll up and down in the surging rapids.

Just when Kamiyagawa was becoming somewhat impatient, the wooden boat suddenly started to shake violently.

It seemed like something was striking the boat from underneath.

Then, from within the mist, uniform shouts rang out from all around, "Yasa! Yasa!"

"Yasa" was a rowing shout.

"At last."

Kamiyagawa gripped his knife handle, looked around, and also kept an eye on the two Minghe boatmen at the front of the boat.

He never did believe the ferrymen had good intentions.

They hadn't even collected the six-path money!