The wide river was filled with boats, each around two meters long. The boats were lined up side by side, separated by less than half a meter.
Fatty stretched his neck to look around. He saw these wooden boats neatly lined up on the dark green river, extending endlessly in both directions, like athletes lined up at the start of a sprint race.
Each boat had a passenger who seemed to be as confused as Fatty about what was happening.
He saw someone pick up an oar and paddle a few times, but apart from creating a few ripples in the water, the boat didn't move, as if the race hadn't started yet and there would be instructions momentarily.
This is scary. Fatty glanced at the water and nervously pulled his neck back. Gu Mian and the others were nowhere to be found, and there were murderous Evil Ghosts under the water.
There were also players around him who wanted to push others off...
