long night walk

Chapter 970 An Ink Painting
The river was only a few hundred meters away, but the old man walked on the pole for more than half an hour, but he still didn't see the light of the other side.

With a crisp click, the long bamboo pole in the old Taoist's hand broke into two pieces.

The bamboo raft undulated violently on the increasingly turbulent river surface, and the huge waves beat against it, making a thrilling and loud sound.

The women finally couldn't bear it any more, and burst into tears.

"How can this be good, how can this good pole be broken, how can we go back now?!"

Although the little Taoist priest was also extremely pale, his expression was still calm.

He wiped the rainwater off his face, and said in a tight voice:
"The river road is rugged, and the bottom of the river is full of strange rocks, and it is not uncommon for a boat pole to accidentally get stuck in it and be broken by the turbulent river.

Don't panic, as long as we hold on to the ropes on the boat and rely on each other, we will be fine. "

After all, he is at home with this old Taoist priest all over the world, cheating and abducting everywhere, and the little Taoist priest's psychological quality is not bad, and he can comfort people's hearts.

The old Taoist also nodded and said indifferently: "That's right, I have my own way, so don't worry."

Huang Laodao seemed calm and calm, but no one noticed that his trembling lips were trembling as he spoke, and the hands holding half of the bamboo pole were trembling, and the palms were cold.

It can be seen that the unknown struggle and fear in the heart.

Even though what the little Taoist said was reasonable and well-founded, Huang Laodao just now clearly felt that the bamboo pole was broken by a crack in the stone.

That tactile sensation...it was clearly that there was a hand hidden in the water, and it was broken!

On the eve of breaking off, Huang Laodao could even feel that the hand in the water was vying for the bamboo pole with him.

He clung tightly because of fear, and did not let go, which resulted in it being broken.

But in this deep-water river, no normal person would spend most of the night diving in this deep water. Under heavy rain, the river water is the most dangerous.

What's more, he had already informed the villagers that he would sacrifice to the river god in this river tonight, and no one dared to choose to swim in the river at this time and deliberately play.

A terrifying thought suddenly appeared in Huang Laodao's mind.

Could it be that what is hidden in this water is not human at all? !

Huang Laodao was terrified for a moment, and he didn't dare to stay here for a moment, and he held the guy who was usually a swindler, the mahogany sword, and the cinnabar yellow talisman paper tightly in his hand.

Without the support of the bamboo poles, the bamboo raft can only rush down the water, and the drifting momentum is getting faster and faster.

With a "bang" sound, the bamboo raft seemed to hit a raised rock, and the water splashed wildly, and it was about to roll over.

The little Taoist yelled anxiously, sit up and hold still, don't let the raft tip over!

Under the guidance of the little Taoist priest, the girls screamed sadly, but they still listened to the little Taoist priest.

Except for Shu Ci, they held hands, used them as a human wall, and finally stabilized the bamboo raft that was about to overturn in the extreme danger.

Huang Laodao was very fortunate in his heart, fortunately, he didn't entrust Dalai alone to pretend to sacrifice to the river god.

To be on the safe side, he had the foresight to order six village girls.

Otherwise, with the weight of him alone, the boat might have capsized long ago.

Under this dim vision, in such a rushing icy cold river, he couldn't find where the hidden stake was for a while, no matter how good his water skills were, he might lose his life in vain.

If the boat rushed downstream along the current, it would be safe and sound.

Finally, there was no danger, the old Taoist was about to breathe a sigh of relief, and subconsciously wanted to see Mrs. Shu, whom he was thinking of.

But out of the corner of my eye, I saw a red figure on the side of the raft. That figure was sitting close to a village girl, and I couldn't see her face clearly.

At first, Huang Laodao thought it was some timid little lady who was afraid, and she was crying secretly behind her familiar sister.

But Huang Laodao had no reason, and his brain suddenly exploded.

Strange, among the group of women who came on board tonight, is there anyone in red?
Huang Laodao was half puzzled, half fearful and counted carefully.

In just a split second, his hair stood on end, his whole body was about to freeze, and he broke out in cold sweat.

seven people? !

Seven women? !
He clearly counted the names, the six most beautiful village girls in the village came on the boat, but at some point, there were seven girls on the boat!

The one in red was not on the boat from the very beginning.

Unclean things!
He actually provoked something unclean!
The old Taoist's legs were weak and he almost sat up straight.

He froze his eyes, forcing himself not to look at the figure in red, but under extreme fear, his eyes stared at the strange woman uncontrollably, unable to turn his eyes.

After a turbulence, the boat gradually calmed down, through the dark weather filled with mist.

The people sitting on the boat could vaguely see two figures on the other side of the river, holding umbrellas and carrying lanterns, as if they were waiting for them to return to the shore.

Everyone was overjoyed, they only said that they were about to reach the other shore, and finally they didn't have to continue to worry about it.

The five women quickly paddled the raft with their palms as paddles, intending to reach the shore quickly.

Huang Laodao stared at the woman in red stiffly, and saw that she was clinging to the back of one of the women like a ghost, and slowly raised a pale and deep face.

The woman's lips were scarlet and cracked like a crescent moon, and the cold wind was hissing towards the back of the woman's neck.

The woman shivered, but as if she couldn't see or feel the presence of the woman behind her, she was still paddling desperately on the water, looking eagerly at the other side of the river.

This scene was really too weird, Huang Laodao followed her gaze and looked back, but saw behind him that he was drawn into a cliff and waterfall at an unknown time.

Such streams and rivers, why come waterfalls!

Huang Laodao was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "Stop! Stop! I'm going to fall! I'm going to fall! Are you crazy?!"

But no matter the five women or the young Taoist priest, as if they couldn't hear the words of the old Taoist priest, they still held hands desperately, chasing the light in the darkness, and eagerly stared at the cliff waterfall.

The old Taoist stared at the crowd as if possessed by a demon, his body suddenly trembled, and he was facing Shu Ci's sneering eyes under the iron pot.

The old Taoist was stunned in a panic, thinking, in such a weird situation, she doesn't seem to be possessed, but her eyes are too calm.

While his thoughts were chaotic, the raft under his butt finally stretched to the limit, and it was smashed to pieces.

Everyone on the boat seemed to fall into the water as they poured dumplings.

As soon as the old Taoist fell into the water, he was horrified to feel that there were countless hands that were more icy cold than the river water, grabbing his body from all directions, and dragging him to the depths of the river.

Even though he was very good at swimming, there was still river water crazily pouring into his chest and lungs. He struggled wildly with his limbs, trying to open his eyes in the rushing river water.

He was horrified to find that the arm that was tightly grasping towards him was so long, it was obviously not a human hand at all, the densely packed arms were as slender as the limbs of a centipede.

Some grabbed his hands and feet, while others wrapped tightly around his stomach and neck like snakes.

The old way is like falling into an ice cave, and the blood is solidified. I wonder if I have to confess to feeding a female ghost in this ghost place today?

On the verge of death, another strange thought appeared in Huang Laodao's mind.

He looked at the people who were sinking into the river, and they were not struggling in panic like him.

As if they had fallen into a peaceful dreamland, their expressions were peaceful and peaceful, and they soaked in the river water with their limbs stretched out in an extremely relaxed posture.

Let the scary pale arms slowly drag them into the abyss.

Why is he... not like this group of people who are generally demonic and unaware.

Why was he able to see the female ghost in red and the side of the abyss?
When the feeling of suffocation gradually approached, bursts of warm gleam suddenly appeared on the chest of the old Taoist, which was very clear in the water.

And the arms that were strangling his body tightly loosened one after another as if they had been scalded.

Losing the restraint on his body, the old Taoist hurriedly kicked his hands and feet together as if he was in a desperate situation, and quickly floated to the surface of the water.

"Wow!!! Cough cough cough!!!"

Huang Laodao pushed his head out of the water with a face full of embarrassment, greedily breathing in the cold air, and the dizziness of the lack of oxygen in the brain also eased.

He was very fortunate in his heart, it turned out that the mace pendant he had worn on his body all year round was actually a good thing to ward off evil spirits.

Fortunately, he didn't sell the spike left by his old father before his death when he was destitute, otherwise he really didn't know how he died today.

At this moment, it is no longer possible to take into account the lives of those women and disciples.

As the saying goes, a dead fellow doesn't die a poor one, saving one's own life right now is the key!

Huang Laodao Crazy Dog started to plan, looked left and right, looking for the river bank, but before swimming for a long time, his forehead bumped into something cool.

When he raised his head, he saw a pair of pale, pale women's feet. These feet had obviously undergone foot-binding rituals. The deformed three-inch golden lotus, coupled with the extremely pale complexion, made Huang Laodao feel despair again.

What he saw floating on the surface of the water was the female ghost in red that he had seen earlier, with blood dripping from her feet, tick-tock.

It turned out that the clothes on her body were not red at all, but the blood that overflowed from her body all the year round, dyed the clothes red.

She seemed to have no time to care about the old man at the moment.

Although the old Taoist couldn't see her face clearly, he could feel the aura conveyed by this female ghost, which gave people a sense of tension as if they were facing an enemy.

Only a few meters away from the female ghost in red, a large iron pot was sinking and floating in the torrent of the river as if ignoring the law of weight.

Shuci, on the other hand, sat on the bottom of the pot upside down and on the water surface, her plain skirt spread out like flowers.

Her long ink-like hair was dancing in the wind and rain like misty clouds, her alluring face and plain attire revealed a bit of grandeur.

She glanced over calmly, and the female ghost visibly flinched, as if she was intimidated by her aura.

The sarcastic sneer in Shu Ci's eyes became deeper and deeper: "Useless waste, I have delivered this food to you, and you can't handle it? What? Do you want me to kill you with my own hands and feed it to you? "

Shuci obviously meant something, Huang Laodao is not a fool, of course he understands that the 'food' he said was actually himself?

Hurrah!

It turned out that the praying mantis was catching the cicada, and the oriole was behind!

At first she agreed to come with him to sacrifice to the river god, but she had such a bad idea and wanted to send him to the ghost den.

Huang Laodao never imagined that today he would fall into the hands of this poisonous woman with a heart of snakes and scorpions, trembling with anger:
"Wow you! You black-hearted poisonous woman! It turns out that you killed all the innocent women in the village these days!

Today, he still hides such a vicious heart, and deliberately lured me here, just to let me be buried in the belly of a ghost! "

Shu Ci sits in front of the stormy waves, above the turbulent waves of ghosts, and the raindrops are flying, falling between her eyebrows and eyes, strange and calm:
"It turned out that this grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to the river god was made by me at the beginning?"

With a light word, Huang Laodao's face turned red. After all, he was the one who broke the idea in the first place.

The old Taoist muttered for a moment, then raised his hypocritical face and reprimanded him: "But even if there is some dispute between the old Taoist and you, you just want revenge.

But these girls in the village and my little apprentice are innocent, why do you have such a cruel heart to kill these people who have no grievances or enmities with you? ! "

It's a pity that he found the wrong person for his benevolent preaching. Shu Ci has never been a benevolent person. Words like hard-hearted, cruel and merciless are kind when applied to her.

She squinted her eyes, slowly raised one of her snow-white palms, looked at it carefully over and over again, and said casually:

"The innocent people who died at our hands without any grievances or enmity, are these five people not the only ones?

I never argue with others, I want you to die, so the only thing you can do now is to die obediently. "

"You! You!" Huang Laodao was so angry that he didn't pay attention, and was swallowed hard by the cold river water, his limbs became extremely heavy.

He hurriedly hugged a floating piece of driftwood again, finally able to breathe for a while.

He lay down on the driftwood, afraid that the female ghost would really listen to the dead woman's words and come and eat him.

Fortunately, at this moment, the female ghost was facing the woman, as if all her energy was on the woman.

He could even clearly feel the female ghost's fear and fear, and even faintly retreated.

The old Taoist felt chilly and swallowed.

What on earth is it that has shocked the female ghost into such an appearance before it even makes a move!
The blood around the female ghost in red gradually faded, and her bloody mouth was slowly closed, as if in front of Shu Ci, she didn't dare to make any mistakes.

Her body floating on the water also slowly sank into the water, as if she was about to escape from Shuci's sight.

Shu Ci sat on the iron pot all the time, staring at her with cold eyes, without any unnecessary movements.

"Ding dong..."

Just at this moment, the voice of Wan Lai of the world seemed to be taken away by some kind of force.

The sky and the earth are light and the wind is light, the mountains and rivers are suddenly far away, it seems that the darkness has come again, and the colors of the surrounding scenery seem to be taken away in an instant, turning into a bleak color that is all white and ink.

It was like a drop of water falling into the calm and dead lake, making a crisp dripping sound.

The body of the female ghost in red, which was slowly sinking into the water, froze suddenly.

Shu Ci's eyes were deeply condensed, and his gaze was suddenly sharp.

In the time of black and white, she saw a red thread like a fine mist penetrating the eyebrow of the female ghost.

Is that... Demon Lord Wing Fire?
The devil actually came here?

At this moment, Shu Ci was suffering from being beaten back to his original form, and his spiritual consciousness was severely damaged, so he couldn't grasp whether there was a demon king's breath in this space.

And the female ghost in red let out a tearing roar, and the red clothes under her body were covered with blood, dyeing the entire lake red in an instant.

(End of this chapter)