The person on the ferry, clad in a straw raincoat, appeared quite normal at first glance. But a closer look at his face, his hands, would send a chill rising from the depths of one's heart.
This was a skeleton!
A dead spirit was steering the boat—how terrifying was that?
Even though Chu Hao and his companions had experienced many incredible things, this sight still gave them the feeling of their scalps tingling.
Soon, the ferry approached the shore. Because the Nether River was waveless, the boat was extremely steady.
The Skeleton Ferryman stood silently at the stern, saying nothing, with only the green flames flickering in his eyes, as if coming from the Underworld of Yellow Spring, full of eeriness and ominousness.
"Who are you?" An Alien Race powerhouse spoke up, his gaze sharp as a sword, his presence dominating.
