The ritual for worshipping the Lake God had not gone wrong, the problem was that the person offering the sacrifice had changed.
Guan Miao quietly glanced at Han Fei and dared not continue speaking, afraid that Han Fei would utter more preposterous words.
After the copper coins fell into the water, the speed of the wooden boat increased significantly. It seemed that the Water Ghosts really just wanted toll money for passage.
The flowing water collided with the wooden boat, and the babbling sound seemed to carry a special melody that involuntarily made one's heart fluctuate with it.
The closer they rowed towards the center of the lake, the quieter the surroundings became, as if they had entered another space.
Here, there was only an unfathomably deep lake and an endless night.
