In my silent frown, the man seemed to finally come to his senses, put away the wooden sign, remained silent for a while, and then said: "It doesn't take long, about three hours."

Three hours? In three hours, this boat has just passed the backwater bay, wandering behind this high slope? What is the speed of this boat?

"Are you surprised?" the middle-aged man asked me with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, I'm surprised at the speed of this ship." I answered in a daze, almost subconsciously, because I couldn't think of any other reason.

"Really?" The middle-aged man didn't say anything to me. He just rubbed the sign in his hand and asked a question in a neutral tone. Then he raised his head and said to me: "It's time for you to go down. After a while, the boat will arrive."

There will be no peace, and the chance of survival is always better in the cabin."

I always felt that there was something vaguely wrong about this matter, and a strong thought kept swirling in my mind. When I was almost walking into the square hole, I finally couldn't control my thoughts. I suddenly turned around and walked towards

He ran wildly towards the deck.

It's not a problem of speed, it's definitely not a problem of speed! I only have this idea in my mind. In my opinion, it is very important to understand this. I even thought of the scene I saw on the altar, that

It was on the water surface behind the high slope. I had a feeling, maybe it was an illusion, that this boat would never reach there.

My sudden burst of movement surprised the middle-aged man. He suddenly stood up, ran two steps quickly, and called out: "You"

But the cabin was not big at all. When he reacted, it was too late to stop me. In such a short period of time, I had already rushed out of the house and onto the deck.

Then I was afraid that he would stop me, so I rushed to the side of the ship, and then looked at the water under the side of the ship, and started to be in a daze.

The "swishing" sound of the Yellow River resounded in my ears, and another stronger "squeaking" sound was the sound of this bloody boat breaking the water. Being able to make such a sound means that the speed of the boat is not slow at all, and I

With a somewhat ugly face, I raised my head and looked into the distance, and found that the hillside formed a turning point in front of me, but it did not prevent me from vaguely seeing the section of the river that I had seen on the altar before.

And when you look into the distance, you can feel the speed of the ship. It is not slow at all, and it is sailing quickly towards the curve of the mountain.

At this time, footsteps sounded behind me, and I looked back with an ugly face. Isn't it that middle-aged man? His eyes looking at me were a little complicated, seeming to have some pity, but also seeming to be helpless.

"Why bother? If you know too much, it will be very painful. This ship has been sailing on this road for so many years, and you are the first person to disobey the rules." The middle-aged man said indifferently, but behind his words

He just seemed to be stating a fact, without the slightest hint of anger.

"What will be the consequences if you don't obey the rules?" I asked this question. I wanted to enter Guidawan. If this middle-aged man wants to do anything to me, even if the Emperor and Wu Tian reappear, I will still fight with him.

Fighting hard, the last ten thousandth hope, can't give up.

How could I forget all my friends who are still on the altar? And half of the masters who may exist in the inner village? I want to break the situation, and I want to go back!

"There are no consequences, because I am just a boat guard and guide. I have no power to punish anyone! If there must be consequences." At this point, he fell silent, and his eyes fell on the scenery outside the ship.

On top of that, his eyes are indescribably complicated.

I also subconsciously followed his gaze and looked out of the boat. At this time, the boat was passing the turning point of the hillside. The turning point here was a bit huge. Maybe I could see the scenery after the turning point from a distance, but when I got closer to the turning point,

The close-up view can only be seen in front of you.

I breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how weird things were, we had finally arrived here and were about to pass the turning point on the hillside. I had an indescribable emotion, that is, after passing the turning point, everything would be safe.

"If there must be consequences, it will only be the pain from the heart. In other words, the despair when a person is not afraid of death but finds that he can never go back." The middle-aged man said in a very soft voice.

, a little cautious, as if afraid of irritating me.

I didn’t understand what this meant, but at this time, the ship had sailed past that turning point, and there was no longer the pressure of the high slope. The sky was bright. I just wanted to relax completely, but my heart tightened. I subconsciously raised my head and looked at

After seeing everything in front of him, he couldn't help but sat down heavily on the deck.

What? How could it be like this! How could it be like this! I don’t know how to use words to describe what I saw. To put it simply, after passing that turning point, the new place I thought I would inevitably reach turned out to be not at all.

It’s back to where it was!

Yes, I have returned to the same place. Even if I, Chen Cheng, are tired again and again, I will never misunderstand the scenery in front of me. The high slopes are exactly the same, and every vicissitudes of the line has not changed. The turning point that looks far away is exactly the same, even the curvature.

There is no difference.

I really want to laugh, I really want to comfort myself, just like what is written in that poem, there is no way out after mountains and rivers, and there is another village with bright willows and flowers. Maybe this is what is behind this. The seemingly same scenery makes people think that they are lost.

, as soon as you pass the next turning point, you will find that it is just a matter of recovery.

So, I remained stubbornly silent, clenched my fists, and stared at the distance. The boat was not sailing slow at all. There were many oars sticking out from the bottom of the cabin. I rowed hard, how could it be slow?

I knew it as soon as I climbed onto the boat? That was probably why I felt something was wrong just now, right?

So, the boat sailed quickly. After about 20 minutes, we reached the turning point again. My heartbeat began to accelerate violently, cold sweat oozed from my clenched fists, and my nervous throat became thirsty.

Soon, the turning point passed again. I closed my eyes at that moment, then slowly opened them with heavy breathing, and then slowly raised my head, and found that the same scenery was in front of me again.

At this time, I couldn't help but let out a low howl, and punched the deck hard. The deck made a dull "thud" sound, and I couldn't help but hold my head.

"So, why bother?" The middle-aged man rubbed the sign in his hand and walked quietly towards the cabin. A sigh came from his mouth and then dissipated in the air.

I finally understood that sentence, I am not afraid of death, I am afraid of never going back. If everyone discovers the truth in this weird scene, they can feel this kind of despair.

But I suddenly thought that something was wrong, so I got up and chased the middle-aged man's lonely-looking back. I said loudly: "Is there still a way? Isn't it?"

Just like a boat can turn around and go back? Right?"

"You will be disappointed." The middle-aged man turned to look at me, with even more pity in his eyes.

"Does it mean that we will always be drifting here? Neither old nor dead? Just like this forever?" In desperation, I asked an illogical question. If he answered yes, I would choose to jump without hesitation.

I don't care if I get off the boat and swim by myself, but I don't want to be trapped in this boat of despair.

"Of course not, but I don't know how long it will take to sail like this. Even if I reach the destination, I won't be able to get out. Don't you think?" The middle-aged man seemed to have a good attitude, and he did not waver in the face of my mania.

, but chose to answer my questions patiently.

His words were a bit obscure, but extremely clear. What he meant was that the ship sailed to its destination in such a strange way, so do you think it is possible to go back?

I breathed a sigh of relief. As long as I didn't sail like this endlessly, there was still some hope. Even if the destination was mountains of swords and seas of fire, after experiencing the weird feeling just now, I still felt like it was paradise.

Seeing that I had calmed down a bit, the middle-aged man said quietly: "Go down and go to where you belong. I also said that knowing too much is more painful than not knowing at all."

But I suddenly thought of a possibility and couldn't help but said loudly: "Isn't it that simple? If you can't go back, how could you appear in Backwater Bay? If that"

I don’t know what to ask. There is a possibility that I feel very close to it, but I just can’t remember what it is for a moment.
Chapter completed!