"Plunk," not a splash was seen.
The Taoist who entered the water thought it would reach his ankles, but it engulfed him past his waist.
What's more terrifying is that the water's depth was not as I had gauged, it was much deeper.
It was as if someone had grabbed the Taoist by the ankles, and in an instant, he was dragged down, leaving only his head above the river's surface.
Luckily, he was quick-witted and grabbed hold of the tough reeds.
"Quick, pull him up." There were two bamboo poles on the raft for pushing along, I threw one towards the shore without hesitation.
But as soon as the people on the shore caught the bamboo pole, the Taoist was dragged along with the reeds into the depths of the river.
The white fish still floated by the riverbank.
Its silver scales held a peculiar allure under the daylight.
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into something resembling a dragon.
