Evil Spirit Book

"What? There's more!" The little yellow dog barked strangely.

I remembered the black shadows I saw before, and hurriedly said, "That's right, there seem to be three or four in total... God, what are these things?" After I asked, no one answered me, maybe they didn't know either.

The little yellow dog picked up the wood and started paddling. With the help of the original water flow, our speed suddenly increased. The dim yellow wind lamp swayed, dimly illuminating everything around us.

The ghost Chen Chong made a gesture to me, signaling me to take up my gun and be alert. The current situation is not awkward. During the civil war, I nodded, pointed the gun at the water, and paid attention to the movement around me.

The ghost Chen Ban squatted, with silver knives in his hands, staring at the bottom of the water without blinking his eyes.

At this time, the uncle said: "Your grandfather didn't tell me about these at the beginning, and he didn't dare to take my opinion. This thing is a bit like the 'river god' in folklore."

River God?I was startled, and thought it was a river monster, right?How does this thing look like a god?

Seeing that I didn't believe it, my uncle shook his head and explained: "You don't understand this. In ancient times, many gods were transformed from demons. To give you the simplest example, you have heard of mountain ghosts, right?"

I nodded, and the great poet Qu Yuan had a poem "Mountain Ghost", which praised: "If someone looks up to the mountain, Xue Lixi will bring a girl; you can look at it and laugh, and Zi Muyu is kind and graceful." ; The mountain ghost is described as a goddess dressed in vines and traveling to and from the deep mountains.

Uncle saw me nodding, and continued: "Actually, the earliest mountain ghosts were wild ghosts who died in vain in the mountains. They often did evil. Some people burned incense and begged the mountain ghosts to do less evil. Gradually, they were given the priesthood. Became the patron saint of the mountain. This river god is the same. At the beginning, it is said that the water ghost who died unjustly could not find a scapegoat for many years, so he turned into a monster with human body and fish skin. At that time, they were called river ghosts at first, but gradually some people burned incense and worshiped them, and after a long time, they also became river gods."

My uncle's analysis seems to make sense, but I always feel that these things are a little unreliable. You say, a female ghost, I can barely accept it, but the water ghost becomes a real river god, which is a bit weird It's unbelievable.

However, at the moment when my uncle and I were talking, the ghost Chen suddenly gasped and took a step back, only to see water splashing from the tail of the raft, and a bald head suddenly popped out from the tail.

River God!

As soon as it sprang out, it opened its sharp teeth, revealing the dark red meat inside, as if it wanted to swallow us in one bite.Just seeing that big mouth made me feel sick, not to mention that it wanted to bite me. Without even thinking about it, the loaded gun fired two shots at the river god.

I have never used it before. Although the aiming is relatively poor, it is better because the distance is short, and I fired two shots in a row. Therefore, one of the shots was very lucky to hit the head of the river god. I don’t know if it died or not. With a cry, it was buried in the water in an instant.

I stood up with my gun raised, and said, "Uncle, I'm here, it doesn't matter if it's a river god or a river ghost, I'll keep him coming and going!" Suddenly being pushed again, this time the raft did not tend to fall, but was slowly dragged out of the water.

The little yellow dog was stunned, holding the wooden trunk, and gulped.

At this moment, the raft we were on was lifted up, and the water was dripping, as if it had been lifted by something.

An ominous conjecture suddenly arose in my heart. In order to prove this conjecture, I almost immediately looked down. With this probe, my terrifying conjecture was immediately confirmed.

At this moment, there were three river gods on the surface of the water, with most of their bodies protruding from the surface of the water, forming a triangular distribution, and they were supporting the raft with their hands with flippers.

I went to...

...the world is crazy.

The moment I saw the river god, one of them raised its dead fish-like eyeballs and stared straight at me with scarlet eyes. Immediately, as if they had made an appointment, they pushed hard, and our The raft suddenly tilted and fell into the river in an upside-down posture.

I was submerged by the river almost instantly. At the moment when it was like water, I saw all our equipment bags fell into the water. Other than that, I saw nothing, and my nasal cavity immediately choked.

But maybe because I have encountered too many crises in the past two days, I did not panic. The moment I entered the water, my reason told me very clearly that I should come to the surface quickly. Although the raft capsized, it did not sink. I must Climb to the raft quickly or it will be over.

A normal person in the water cannot compete with the river god at all.

But as soon as I had this thought, before I floated up, I felt my feet being grabbed by a hard hand. I could clearly feel that the hands were covered with hard scales. Grab me and immediately lift me down, extremely fast.

I fell into the water very suddenly, and I didn’t even have time to take a deep breath. The air in my lungs had already been exhausted at this moment. As the hand kept pushing me down, when I was struggling, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Filling my mouth and nose, the feeling of drowning makes people want to die immediately.

I can't think about anything at the moment, the instinct to survive makes my other free foot keep kicking and pulling the hand that is holding me. I kicked several times, but there was no change except for the worsening of the drowning.

When my brain was throbbing from lack of oxygen and drowning, the only thought that flashed in my mind was: It's over, this time I really took the place of the dead.Before this idea disappeared, my falling movement suddenly stopped, and then someone grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up. Since the situation was too chaotic, I don’t know who it was, but I can guess, Either the little yellow dog or the ghost Chen, the uncle has old arms and legs, it would be nice if he could take care of himself.

But in comparison, the probability of the little yellow dog is higher. I note that although we usually make noise and fight, we are our own people after all. , this kind of friendship is needless to say.

The force that pulled me was very strong. I took this opportunity to kick those hands with my feet while being brought to the surface of the water. In the confusion, I didn’t know where the kick was, and the hands finally let go. Yes, at the same time, I also jumped out of the water.

At this moment, I can't describe my feeling. Once I came out of the water, I didn't care to listen to anything, and I didn't care to look at anything. I just inhaled fiercely, coughed while inhaling, spit out a lot of water, and then felt cold. , Then there is a feeling of cramping, the muscles are stiff.

Only then did I see the person who saved me, and I couldn't help being stunned. It was the ghost Chen.

After he dragged me to the surface of the river, he jumped into the water again without even looking at it, and this time, I suddenly found that he didn't have that small throwing knife in his hand, but an axe.

Depend on!Didn't the ax stick on the back of the river god and fell into the river?

Could it be that while falling into the water, the ghost Chen touched it again?

Shouldn't you run for your life now?Why is this kid still in the water?

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say anything. I was the only one on the dark river.Immediately afterwards, I was startled.

Now is not the time to think about ghost Chen, what I should really worry about is Uncle, that old man, how is he doing now?

I subconsciously looked at the black face. It was gloomy, dark, and there was no breath of life. Could it be that they have already... I dare not think about it anymore, but at this moment, I suddenly heard someone call me : "Little brat, come here!"

The sound seemed to come from behind me, and I immediately turned around in the water, but it was still dark behind me, and I couldn't see anyone.

The voice was still calling, getting more and more urgent. I could tell that it was my uncle calling me. His voice was a little hoarse, as if he had been submerged in water, but I couldn't see anyone at all.Suddenly, a word came to my mind: for the dead ghost.

Could it be that the uncle is not calling me at all, but his...

Just when I felt chills all over because of my own thoughts, a dim yellow light suddenly came from in front of me. As the light penetrated the darkness, I finally came to my senses and wished I could slap myself.

The light was emitted by a flashlight. At this moment, the little yellow dog was holding the flashlight. He and his uncle both lay down on the cliff. There was a dark river under their feet. It seemed that they hid on top of it on purpose.