Song Jiang looked at the piles of rubbish left on the ground of the reservoir after those people left, and sighed, "What kind of quality do these people have? They don't charge tickets here, and they don't care about the environment when they are free..."
Meng Zhe laughed and said, "Aren't you humans always like this?!"
"Stop it! Those people's lack of quality is their fault, can you please don't overthrow us all in one fell swoop? I'm a staunch environmentalist!" Song Jiang said angrily.
Meng Zhe smiled and said nothing, but raised his eyes to look deep into the reservoir. At this time, a sunset was slowly setting on the mountains in the distance. He was about to hide behind the mountains. The golden afterglow illuminated the entire water surface. It is so beautiful that one cannot imagine what kind of terrifying place this place will become when darkness strikes...
After dark, Song Jiang struggled to set up the tent and lit the bonfire alone...but Uncle Meng was leisurely drinking coffee and soy milk by himself, and from time to time he would point out what Song Jiang had done wrong.
Sometimes Song Jiang would secretly think in his heart that he must have done something wrong in his previous life, so that he would be punished in this life. He would not be able to die, and he would be enslaved by Meng Zhe, a thousand-year-old monster, to do this and that all day long!
Meng Zhe saw that Song Jiang had always had a bad face, so he deliberately teased him, "Don't scold me secretly in your heart, you know? I can read minds..."
Song Jiang's expression changed after hearing this, and he quickly changed the subject and asked, "By the way, is your classic book "Strange Stories from Mountains and Seas" really that powerful? Can it contain all the monsters in the world?"
After hearing this, Meng Zhe snorted and said, "If you want to be beautiful... there are three, six or nine levels of demons, but not all kinds of demons can be included in the ancient classics. Those with insufficient levels are not worthy at all."
"Ah? Then what level does it take to match? How should we accept those with lower levels?" Song Jiang asked with a curious look on his face.
After hearing this, Meng Zhe stretched himself first, breathed out boredom, and then said lazily, "Of course it has to be some ancient monster! Just like that worm, it's thousands of years old. There used to be a ferocious beast that lived in Mount Tai, which cannot be easily killed. Do you still remember that little yellow-skinned beast we met on the way back from Thunder Mountain? It was just a little demon the size of a sesame seed and a mung bean, and it was easy to kill it... …”
When Song Jiang heard this, he curled his lips and said, "I didn't expect that there is a chain of contempt between demons and demons..."
"What is a contempt chain?!" Meng Zhe asked doubtfully.
Song Jiang was afraid that he would be beaten if he explained too clearly, so he just laughed and continued to ask, "I think the book "Strange Stories from Mountains and Seas" is only as thick as a Chinese dictionary. How can it contain a big monster like a cow?" ?!”
"Ignorance... There is a lot of things in "Strange Stories from Mountains and Seas". After I catch that fly, I can take you in to take a look. I guarantee you will be shocked!" Meng Zhe said with some pride.
The two of them were chatting casually, but they didn't know that a black air was silently rising on the water in the distance, drifting towards the shore. At the same time, a dark wind was blowing around the reservoir. Put out the bonfire that Song Jiang finally lit.
At this time, Song Jiang already had a sensitive constitution. He immediately felt something was wrong, so he looked at Meng Zhe nervously and said, "Is that Fei here?!"
After hearing this, Meng Zhe sniffed the air and said, "That evil beast has not completely broken through the barrier that trapped it. It just released some black energy to harm people... Again, as long as it doesn't touch water, it should be fine. There won’t be any problem.”
Song Jiang thought for a while and said, "That Zheng Shengtao was killed by Fei, right? And Xiao Xin...she also kept eating mud like Zheng Shengtao after she fell into the water. Is it related to that Fei?!"
But Meng Zhe shook his head and said, "It's hard to say until we understand the whole story, especially the old ghost under the water. If I guessed correctly, he should have sacrificed his own body to suppress the beast." Beast, but it is really difficult for a person to suppress an ancient beast by himself, so in order to achieve it, he must have done something that goes against common sense..."
Song Jiang heard this and said in confusion, "Being able to subdue a ferocious beast is already a meritorious deed. How far can you go against common sense? After all, human life is the most important thing!"
After hearing this, Meng Zhe looked at the steaming black water and said, "I hope you will still think so after knowing the truth of the matter..."
Time soon came to midnight, and Meng Zhe woke up Song Jiang from his sleep, "It's almost time. I'll take you for a spin underwater..."
Song Jiang got out of his sleeping bag in a daze. As soon as he heard that he would be taken to the bottom of the water, he immediately woke up and said, "I am not good at water. If I choke on a few more saliva, will I be able to survive?"
Unexpectedly, Meng Zhe asked Song Jiang to look back before talking. He looked back with a surprised look on his face, almost peeing out of fright, when he saw his other self lying in the sleeping bag...
"I... why am I still in the sleeping bag? I... won't die again, right?" Song Jiang said in horror.
After hearing this, Meng Zhe smiled and said, "Don't worry, you are just temporarily separated from the soul. What are you afraid of when I am here? Let's go... I will take you to look under the water."
Song Jiang then remembered that he must have been in a soul-departing state when he saw the underwater master before, so he boldly went into the water with Meng Zhe, but what he didn't expect was that as soon as they entered the water, , Meng Zhe was once again entangled in the black energy and quickly disappeared from his sight...
"Meng Zhe! Meng Zhe?!" Song Jiang tried to shout twice, but it was so dark that he couldn't see anything. In the end, he had to bravely move forward until the old voice appeared again.
"Why did your kid die again?!" Gui Laodao said in a surprised voice.
Perhaps it was because of the familiarity of life and death. When Song Jiang heard Gui Laodao's voice again, he no longer felt the same fear as before. Only when he heard him asking why he died again, did he reply, "Uncle, I'm not dead, okay?" Well, I came here specially to see you."
There seems to be some problem with the memory of this ghost old man. When he heard what Song Jiang said, he sighed, "See me...? Is there something wrong with your brain? You don't have a long memory of escaping from death last time. I think you really don't think your life is too good." It’s grown.”
Although Song Jiang was speechless after hearing this, he still said patiently, "Uncle, have you forgotten what you asked me to do last time? I'm just going to come down today to ask what's going on, otherwise I won't I know how to help you!”
The ghost old Taoist was silent for a while, and then suddenly appeared in front of Song Jiang in human form. He was a skinny old man, wearing an old gray Taoist robe, with white beard and hair. He looked somewhat like a fairy... …
