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On the surface of the Styx, an ancient wooden boat floats quietly, and a boatman in a large black robe stands on the boat. His face is covered by the brim of his hat, and only the lower part of his chin can be vaguely seen.
His presence is like a part of this river, ancient and mysterious.
Zhang Jin stood on the shore, and the scene before her stirred an inexplicable emotion in her heart. She turned to look at Han Che, and a barely perceptible tension flashed in the latter's eyes.
Yun Yan tightly held Zhang Jin's hand, with a firm yet gentle light in her eyes.
"Is this the legendary ferryman of Styx?" Yun Yan's voice trembled slightly, but she tried to remain calm. She had never imagined that such a magical place really existed.
The ferryman remained silent, only waving his hand gently to signal them to board the boat. Zhang Jin took a deep breath and stepped onto the swaying wooden boat.
Han Che Following closely behind, with a vigilant glint in their eyes, their steps were steady and resolute.
Yun Yan She was the last to board the ship, and as she turned, she gazed deeply in the direction she was leaving behind. That was her hometown, and perhaps, once she left, she would never be able to return.
The boatman stood at the bow, deftly paddling through the water with his oar, and the small boat glided forward, weaving through the layers of mist on the surface of the Styx.
Meanwhile, the boat they had previously been on gently swayed and slowly spun before gradually disappearing into the ethereal clouds and mist.
The air was filled with an indescribable atmosphere, both quiet and profound, as if even the passing of time had slowed down in this place.
"Will we really arrive safely on the other side?" Zhang Jin's voice was low, her gaze firmly fixed on the boatman's back.
The boatman still had no words, but his movements were rhythmic, as if telling them that everything was under his control.
Han Che Leaning against the side of the boat, his gaze swept over the water, as if searching for something.
His eyes revealed a subtle and imperceptible worry, but when his gaze fell on Zhang Jin, the worry turned into tenderness.
"No matter what lies ahead, I will protect you," his voice was Han Che, low and powerful, his hand involuntarily gripping the hilt of his sword.
Yun Yan Leaning against Zhang Jin, there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes towards the unknown, as well as anticipation for the future.
She softly said to Zhang Jin: "No matter the outcome, I will not regret walking this path with you."
The boat slowly moves forward in the Styx, and the river emits a dull sound of waves, as if telling ancient stories.
The boatman's figure appears even more mysterious in the mist, his presence like an eternal enigma waiting to be solved.
He is like a silent statue, communicating with the world only through the rhythm of the oar.
Guided by him, the wooden boat shuttles through the mist of the Styx, the river flowing silently, yet in this silence, a heart-wrenching wail is heard.
Zhang Jin tightly grasped the edge of the boat, her eyes searching through the mist for those invisible cries of the owner.
Her face showed a complex expression mixed with curiosity and fear, her lips trembling slightly but no sound coming out.
Standing beside her, his eyes were determined, but a hint of worry was evident between his brows.
His hand unconsciously rested on the hilt of the sword, as if this action gave him a sense of security.
Yun Yan tightly grasped Zhang Jin's arm, her face pale, with fear in her eyes as if the mist of Styx had condensed, staring ahead as if she could see through the fog.
"These voices... these souls..." Zhang Jin finally spoke, his voice low and trembling, "What are they waiting for?..."
The boatman finally made a move, turning around. Although his face remained hidden in the darkness, his voice came through clearly, "They are waiting for release, or to be reincarnated once more."
Later, his voice carried an unquestionable solemnity, "The souls lost in Styx can never find peace."
This simple sentence, however, seemed to open a door, allowing Zhang Jin and others to gain a deeper understanding of Styx.
Yun Yan She tightly closed her eyes as if to block out the sounds. Her lips moved and finally uttered almost inaudible words: "Will we... too..."
"We won't," Zhang Jin interrupted her, his voice filled with determination. "We have each other."
Han Che Turning his head, his eyes burning like torches, he gazed at Zhang Jin, as if trying to find that belief in her eyes. He nodded gently and responded, "We will go through this fog together."
The boatman continued to silently row the oars, and the boat steadily moved forward under his control. The wails in the mist seemed to become even more poignant, each one telling an unfinished story.
"You guys listen," Zhang Jin's voice suddenly became tense, "These sounds... they are changing."
Han Che, and Yun Yan held their breath and listened intently. Among the wails, there seemed to be whispers, like an ancient language, and yet like a call from another world.
"Are they warning us?" The voice of Yun Yan was faint but conveyed her doubt clearly.
"Perhaps they are guiding us." Han Che had a moment of realization in her eyes. "These spirits, they may know our purpose here."
The light and shadows in the mist became increasingly eerie, as if an invisible hand was manipulating them, weaving distorted images. Zhang Jin's gaze darted through these images, as if she was searching for something.
"Look over there!" She suddenly pointed ahead, and a blurry figure emerged from the mist.
Han Che and Yun Yan Following his gaze, only to see that figure gradually becoming clear, it was a woman, her face filled with sadness, her hands reaching out as if seeking redemption.
"She is..." Yun Yan's voice abruptly stopped, because that figure suddenly dissipated into the mist, as if it had never existed.
"We must be careful," a voice, Han Che, with a barely perceptible tremble, said, "These souls, their existence is beyond our understanding."
The boat continued to move through the fog, as if time had lost its meaning here. Zhang Jin, Han Che, and Yun Yan, the three of them clung tightly to each other, their presence becoming each other's greatest comfort.
Suddenly, a strong shake broke the silence, and it seemed like the wooden boat had collided with a huge object.
The three of them almost simultaneously stood up, looking around warily.
"What is that thing?" Zhang Jin's voice carried a sense of urgency as her gaze searched for the unknown threat in the mist.
Han Che is tense, his sword gleaming like a c Li ght in the dim mist. His gaze is sharp, scanning every ripple on the water's surface.
Yun Yan clings tightly to the side of the boat, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes, as if she is ready to face any sudden situation.
The boatman's oar suddenly stopped, and he turned around, his deep eyes peering through the veiled brim of his hat, gazing at the movement beneath the water.
A barely perceptible smile seemed to tug at the corners of his mouth, as if he had long anticipated what was about to happen.
"They are coming," the boatman's voice was low and calm, as if describing something as ordinary as can be.
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