The river was only a few hundred meters away, but after walking on poles for more than half an hour, the old man never saw the light on the other side.
There was a crisp click, and the long bamboo pole in the old Taoist hand broke into two pieces.
The bamboo raft undulated violently on the increasingly fast river, and the huge waves crashed, making a thrilling and loud sound.
The women finally couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.
"What should we do? How could this perfectly good pole break? How can we go back now? !!"
Although the little Taoist priest's face was also extremely pale, his expression was still calm.
He wiped the rain off his face and said in a tight voice:
"The river is rugged, and the bottom of the river is full of jagged rocks. It is common for the boat pole to accidentally get stuck in it and be broken by the turbulent river water.
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, the old Taoist priest lives all over the world and has been deceived and deceived all over the country. The young Taoist priest has a pretty good psychological quality and can soothe people's hearts.
The old Taoist priest also nodded and said calmly: "Yes, the Taoist is here, so there is no need to worry."
Huang Laodao seemed calm and calm, but no one noticed that his trembling lips were shaking when he spoke, and the hand holding half of the bamboo pole was trembling, and his palms were cold.
It shows the unknown struggle and fear in my heart.
Even though what the little Taoist said was reasonable, Taoist Huang clearly felt that the bamboo pole was broken by the crack in the stone.
That touch... was clearly a hand hidden in the water, breaking it off!
On the eve of breaking, Huang Laodao could even feel the hand in the water vigorously fighting for the bamboo pole with him.
Because of fear, he tightened his grip and did not let go, which led to it being broken.
But in this deep river, no normal person would swim in the water in the middle of the night. Under heavy rain, the river is the most dangerous.
What's more, he has already informed the villagers that he will worship the river god in the river tonight, and no one dares to swim in the river at this time for fun.
A terrifying thought suddenly appeared in Huang Laodao's heart.
Could the person hidden in the water not be a human being at all? !
Huang Laodao was instantly terrified and did not dare to stay here for a moment longer. He held the peach wood sword and the cinnabar yellow talisman tightly in his hand.
Without the support of the bamboo poles, the bamboo raft could only drift downstream with the current, and the drift became more and more rapid.
There was a heavy "bang" sound, and the bamboo raft seemed to have hit a raised rock. The water splashed wildly, and it was about to roll over.
The little Taoist priest yelled urgently, sit tight and steady, don't let the raft roll over!
Under the guidance of the little Taoist priest, the women screamed miserably, but they still listened to the little Taoist priest's words.
Except for Shu Ci, they held hands to form a human wall, and finally managed to stabilize the bamboo raft that was about to knock over.
Huang Laodao felt extremely lucky that he did not ask Da to come alone to pretend to worship the river god.
To be on the safe side, he had the foresight to order six village girls.
Otherwise, with his weight alone, the boat would probably have tipped over long ago.
Under this dim sight, in such a fast and cold river, he could not find where the hidden stake was for a moment. No matter how good he was at water, he would probably lose his life.
If the boat had flowed downstream along the current, it would have been safe.
Finally, there was no danger. The old Taoist was about to breathe a sigh of relief and subconsciously wanted to see Lady Su, whom he had longed for.
But when he touched the past with his peripheral vision, he saw a red figure on the side of the raft. The figure was sitting closely next to a village girl, and his face could not be seen clearly.
At first, Huang Laodao thought it was some timid little lady who was afraid, so she secretly cried behind her familiar sister.
But Huang Laodao had no reason, and his mind suddenly exploded.
Strange, among the group of women who came on the boat tonight, is anyone wearing red?
Huang Laodao was half puzzled and half fearful as he counted them carefully.
In just one moment, my hair stood on end, my whole body felt like it was freezing, and I was breaking out in cold sweat.
seven people? !
Seven women? !
He clearly counted the names, and those who boarded the boat were the six most beautiful village girls in the village. But at some point, there were actually seven women on the boat!
The man in red was not on the boat from the beginning.
Dirty stuff!
He actually provoked something unclean!
The old Taoist priest's legs became weak and he almost sat upright.
He froze his eyes, forcing himself not to look at the figure in red, but under extreme fear, his eyes were uncontrollably staring at the strange woman, unable to move even half an inch.
After a bumpy ride, the boat gradually calmed down, looking through the gloomy weather filled with mist.
Everyone sitting on the boat could vaguely see two figures on the other side of the river, holding umbrellas and lanterns, as if waiting for them to return to the shore.
Everyone was overjoyed, saying that they were about to reach the other shore and finally no longer had to worry.
The five women hurriedly made paddles with their palms and rowed the raft quickly, hoping to reach the shore quickly.
Huang Laodao looked at the woman in red stiffly, and saw her clinging to the back of one of the women like a ghost, slowly raising her pale and deep face.
The woman's lips were scarlet and cracked like a waning moon, and the cold wind was blowing hissingly 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 still rowed 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, only to see that he had been swept under a cliff and waterfall at some point behind him.
Such a stream, how can there be a waterfall!
Huang Laodao was frightened and shouted: "Stop! Stop! It's going to fall! It's going to fall! Are you crazy?!"
But no matter the five women or the little Taoist priest, it was as if they couldn't hear the old Taoist priest's words. They still held hands desperately, chasing the light in the darkness, and looked longingly at the cliff waterfall.
The old Taoist priest looked at the crowd as if he was possessed, his body suddenly trembled, and he looked directly at Shu Ci's sarcastic sneer under the iron pot.
The old Taoist priest was stunned in the panic, and thought to himself that in such a strange situation, she did not seem to be possessed, but her eyes were too calm.
While his thoughts were in confusion, the raft under his butt finally reached its limit and was shattered into pieces after being hit.
Everyone on the boat dropped their dumplings and seemed to fall into the water.
As soon as the old Taoist priest fell into the water, he was horrified to feel that countless hands that were colder and biting than the river water were grabbing his body from all directions and dragging him deep into the river water.
Even though he was very good at water, the river water was still pouring crazily into his chest and lungs. His limbs were flopping and struggling, trying to open his eyes in the rushing river water.
He was horrified to find that the arm that was grasping him tightly 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 bones like snakes.
The old Taoist felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and his blood had solidified. He thought to himself, would he have to confess that he had fed a female ghost in this ghost place today?
When death was approaching, another strange thought came to Huang Laodao's mind.
He looked at the people sinking into the river, none of whom were struggling in fear like him.
They seemed to have fallen into a peaceful dreamland, their expressions were peaceful and calm, and they were soaking in the river water with their limbs stretched out in an extremely relaxed posture.
Let the frighteningly long pale arms slowly drag them into the abyss.
Why is he... not like this group of people who are possessed by demons and don't even know it?
Why could he see the female ghost in red and the side of the abyss?
As the feeling of suffocation gradually came, a warm shimmer suddenly appeared in Lao Dao's chest, which was extremely clear in the water.
The arms that were holding his body loosened one after another as if they had been burned.
Losing control of his body, the old Taoist priest hurriedly kicked up his hands and feet and floated to the surface of the water as if he was desperate.
"Wow!!! Cough cough cough!!!"
Huang Laodao pushed his head out of the water with a look of embarrassment, breathing in the cold air greedily, and the dizziness caused by the lack of oxygen in his brain was relieved.
He was extremely happy because it turned out that the wolf fang pendant he wore all year round was actually a good thing to ward off evil spirits.
Fortunately, when he was in poverty, he did not sell the wolf fang that his old father left to him before his death, otherwise he would not know how he died today.
At this moment, the lives of those women and disciples could no longer be taken into consideration.
As the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend is not as good as a poor Taoist. Saving your own life is the key now!
Huang Laodao's crazy dog started to dig, looking around, looking for the river bank, but before swimming for a long time, his forehead hit something cool.
When he looked up, he saw a pair of pale female feet. These feet had obviously been bound, with deformed three-inch golden lotuses, and an unusually pale complexion. Huang Laodao felt despair again.
What he saw floating on the water was the female ghost in red that he saw first. From her feet, blood spread out, dripping.
It turned out that the clothes she was wearing were not red at all, but the blood that had overflowed from her body all the time, dyeing 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 actually gave people a sense of tension as if facing a formidable enemy.
Only a few meters away from the female ghost in red, a large iron pot floated in the torrent of the river, ignoring the law of weight.
Shu Ci, on the other hand, was sitting on the bottom of the pot that was upside down and watered, with her simple skirt spread out like flowers.
Her long black hair was dancing in the wind and rain like misty clouds. Her charming face and simple clothes exuded a bit of grandeur.
She glanced over, and the female ghost visibly shrank, as if intimidated by her aura.
The sarcastic sneer in Shu Ci's eyes grew deeper: "Useless trash, I have brought this food to your door, but you can't handle it? What? You still want me to kill it for you and feed it to your mouth?" "
Shu Ci obviously meant something. Huang Laodao was not a fool. Of course he understood that the 'food' in his mouth was actually himself?
Hurrah!
It turns out that the mantis is chasing the cicada, and the oriole is behind!
She initially agreed to come with him to worship the river god, but she had this bad idea and wanted to send him to a ghost cave.
Huang Laodao never thought that he would fall into the hands of this vicious woman with a vicious heart today, and he was so angry that he trembled all over:
"Wow! You black-hearted and poisonous woman! It turns out that you are the one who killed all the innocent women in the village these days!
You actually have such a vicious heart today and deliberately led me here just to get me buried in the ghost's belly! "
Shu Ci was sitting in front of the wind and waves, above the ghostly waves, and raindrops were flying, falling between her brows and eyes, eerie and calm:
"It turns out that this grand ceremony to worship the river god was decided by me from the beginning, right?"
Huang Laodao's face turned red with a light word. After all, he was the one who had the bad idea in the first place.
The old Taoist groaned for a moment, then put on his hypocritical face and rebuked: "But even if there is some dispute between the old Taoist and you, you just want to take revenge.
But these women in the village and my little disciple are all innocent. Why do you have such a cruel heart to harm these people who have no enmity against you? ! "
It's a pity that his benevolent preaching was to the wrong person. Shu Ci has never been a benevolent person. The words "hard-hearted" and "cruel-hearted" are used to describe her as benevolent.
She raised her eyes, slowly raised one of her snow-white palms, turned it over and looked at it carefully, and said casually:
"Among the innocent people who died without any injustice or grudge at my hands, are these five people the only ones?
We never argue with others. We 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. He took another sip of cold river water, and his limbs became extremely heavy.
He hurriedly hugged a piece of driftwood and finally managed to take a breather.
He lay on the driftwood, fearing that the female ghost would really listen to the dead woman's words and come to eat him.
Fortunately, the female ghost was facing the woman at this moment, as if all her energy was on that woman.
He could even clearly feel the female ghost's jealousy and fear, and even had a faint intention of retreating.
The old Taoist priest felt a chill in his heart and swallowed his saliva.
What on earth was it that made the female ghost look like this before she even took action?
The blood around the female ghost in red gradually faded, and her open bloody mouth slowly closed, as if she did not dare to make any mistakes in front of Shu Ci.
Her floating body also slowly sank into the water, as if preparing to escape Shu Ci's sight.
Shu Ci always sat on the iron pot, staring at her with cold eyes, without making any unnecessary movements.
"Ding dong..."
But at this moment, all the sounds in the world seemed to be taken away by some force.
The sky and earth are light and windy, the mountains and rivers are suddenly far away, as if darkness has returned, and the color of the surrounding scenery seems to be snatched away in an instant, turning into a bleak color of white ink 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 that slowly sank into the water suddenly froze.
Shu Ci's eyes narrowed deeply, and his gaze suddenly became sharp.
In the black and white time, she saw a red line like a fine mist penetrating the female ghost's eyebrows.
That's... Demon King Wing Fire?
The Demon King is actually here?
At this moment, Shu Ci was suffering from the pain of being knocked back to his original form. His consciousness was severely damaged and he was unable to capture whether there was the aura of the Demon Lord in this space.
The female ghost in red made a tearing roar, and the red clothes under her body turned into blood, dyeing the entire lake red in an instant.
