Chapter 270 The Provocative Ferryman
Before Cao Yang could respond, the old man moved closer in two or three steps.

Only then did Cao Yang see clearly that the man rowing the boat was not a skinny old man, but a real evil ghost. No, a more accurate description would be that he was half human, half ghost.

There was no trace of life in the left eye of the hunchbacked old man. Instead, the eyeball was a strange dark brown color with curved and wrinkled textures on it, as if it was carved out of wood.

Like the wooden eyeball, the old man’s face was just as weird, half wrinkled and half rotten, half alive and half dead. Just one glance at it made people feel an inexplicable horror.

"The ferryman?"

Cao Yang didn't know the old man, but he recognized the black-sailed boat that the old man was supporting. Combined with the words of the paper-making shop owner at the time, it was not difficult to guess the old man's identity.

"hehe--"

The old man rowing the boat chuckled, but it seemed like there was something foreign stuck in his throat, and the sound was intermittent, dry and hoarse, which sounded very strange no matter how you listened to it.

"Ferryman, I haven't heard of this title in many years. I'm curious where you, a young man, heard it from. If I remember correctly, the Ferryman had disappeared long before the war, and not many people in the psychic circle knew this title at that time."

When the old man was speaking, the half of his face that belonged to the living person was still stammering slightly, but the other half of the evil ghost's face and body had no reaction, and even made a completely opposite hideous expression.

"Of course I have my own channels. The ferryman has been traveling across the Ghost Lake for decades. If I, a person who comes here to deal with supernatural events, can't find anything, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

Cao Yang did not respond directly, but gave an ambiguous answer, but this answer also showed his position - a person who came specifically to deal with the Ghost Lake incident.

"Dealing with Ghost Lake? Young man, do you know what you are talking about?"

A strange smile appeared on half of the old man's face, as if he was mocking Cao Yang's ignorance and arrogance.

"If you are just here to laugh at me, then you don't have to show up and talk to me. I respect you as a senior, the ferryman, who has guarded Ghost Lake for many years, but this doesn't mean anything else."

"To be honest, I don't have a very good temper either, and I don't like people who take advantage of their age or disrespect their elders. I will never tolerate such situations. When the time comes, don't blame me for being too ruthless, or say that my old bones can't stand the torture."

Cao Yang's expression suddenly changed. It was true that he respected the ferryman, but if the other party really tried to stop him from dealing with Ghost Lake, he would definitely choose to take action.

"You may not be very old, but you have a big mouth. Although I am no longer in the spiritual world, people in the world still have to give me some respect."

The old man could naturally hear the threat in Cao Yang's words. He was just as hot-tempered when he was young. Although he has restrained himself now that he is old, his temper flared up after being provoked by Cao Yang, and he was about to start a fight with Cao Yang.

"It seems that the ferryman is still strong and powerful, but in the supernatural world, it is never the case that whoever is older is more powerful. Times have changed. If the old senior continues to be complacent, be careful that one day some junior will treat him as a nobody and easily get rid of him."

Cao Yang said coldly that he had given the old man enough face, but if the other party still refused to give in, then this fight would be inevitable. He also wanted to know what level he was at in the spiritual circle.

"Okay, okay, to put it bluntly, you want to measure me. A young man in his twenties, who was lucky enough to become an outlier, feels that he has grown wings enough and wants to fight with me, an old man. Am I right to say that?" The ferryman laughed angrily, and a hideous smile appeared on his half-human, half-ghost face at the same time. The man and the ghost reached a consensus at this moment.

The next moment, the old man suddenly raised a skinny and rotten arm, and the worn-out bamboo pole in his hand instantly whipped Cao Yang's arm. At the same time, there were several circles of fine black lines wrapped around the other end of the bamboo pole, and several delicate fish hooks were tied to the black lines.

The tip of the fishhook flashed a heart-pounding cold light in the darkness, and also exuded an extremely chilling aura.

The strange fishhook pierced into Cao Yang's flesh, and that area of ​​his body instantly became cold and numb, and this numbness was spreading throughout the body at a very fast speed.

“Hehehe—in the supernatural circle back then, everyone was more familiar with ghost herders. The living only saw ghosts, but the dead and the living never saw ghost herders.”

"But no one has ever known that the ferryman also has his own name. Ferrying people around, Yin and Yang are forever separated."

"Although I am a second-generation ferryman, I must not lose this title."

The ferryman became more and more excited as he spoke, and his wooden eyes moved restlessly, as if he was sizing up the wild young man in front of him.

However, at this moment, the ferryman's already hunched body bent even deeper, and the half-human, half-ghost head was almost touching the bow of the boat. A terrifying and dead ghost suddenly lay on his back, and the terrifying weight almost crushed the ferryman.

"After saying so much, you almost couldn't even handle my first round of attacks."

Cao Yang smiled contemptuously. Perhaps the first generation of ferrymen in the Republic of China were indeed powerful, but the one standing in front of him now was just a second generation one, and he could hardly even defeat the oppressive ghost. This made him a little disappointed.

The ferryman only inherited the core supernatural powers of the previous generation, not all of them, so his strength is naturally not as good as those old monsters.

But the core of the first generation of ferrymen is no joke. The old man with his back bent is gradually changing. The half of his body belonging to the evil spirit is rapidly invading and spreading, and is about to completely take control of this body.

At the same time, the old man's deeply bent waist was gradually straightening up, and the ghost that was pressing on him was even sliding off his back little by little.

The wooden eyeball in the old man's left eye was still moving frequently, but this time there was a hint of humanity in his eyes, as if indicating that the old man had not completely passed away. It was this eyeball that kept his consciousness hanging.

"Boy, you are the first one who can turn my half corpse into a complete corpse in all these years. You are pretty good."

At this moment the ferryman was still stubborn. It was obvious that the ghost called Half Corpse was one of his trump cards. However, suppressing ghosts was just one of Cao Yang's many means.

As for the trump card, up to now, Cao Yang does not think that this somewhat arrogant second-generation in front of him can force out his trump card.

"Your wooden eyes are quite suitable for one of my colleagues. Since you want to give me gold coins so much, I will accept them without hesitation."

(End of this chapter)