At night, the meandering waters of the Yellow River still roll forward, carrying mud and sand while also moistening the land along the river.

The lights of thousands of homes in the distant villages across the banks of the Yellow River appeared in front of Lian Ge's eyes one after another, and then swept by one after another.

In the river, a group of ghosts surrounded the driftwood where Lian Ge was sitting, supporting them in the near distance and clustering them in the distance, pushing the driftwood forward.

Under the push and support of a group of ghosts, the driftwood seemed to be as smooth as walking on the ground, and it appeared to be stable.

"Master, are you here to travel?"

The old man, who was immersed in the water and holding the driftwood, spoke loudly as he followed the demons forward.

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the old man and nodded.

"The master is magnificent. Traveling in all directions, stepping on driftwood, and flowing down the Yellow River. The old man sighed with emotion, praised, and was a little silent after speaking,

“...... At the beginning, I was also old, and I wanted to go out for a walk, but I didn't know ......."

The old man shook his head, "I have to thank Master for his mercy for saving us water ghosts who were washed by the Yellow River, muddy, and unable to break free, otherwise we don't know how long we have to follow the ups and downs of the Yellow River." ”

When Lian Ge heard this, he shook his head slightly, and didn't say anything.

“...... I was confused at the beginning. After the old man's voice settled, another slightly younger man next to him shook his head, "I quarreled with my family, and I couldn't get angry for a while, so I jumped into the Yellow River without thinking about it."

When a person is in mid-air, he is sober and regrets it, but it is useless. Falling into the water of the Yellow River, I desperately tried to struggle, but a wave came ......"

As he spoke, the man fell silent,

"My daughter was only eight years old at the time......"

The words fell, and the souls surrounding the driftwood were slightly silent, as if they were falling into memories.

On the river, it was quiet again.

"Brother...... Your guinea pig is so cute. ”

The little boy in cartoon-style clothes laughed and broke the silence with a loud voice,

"Is it that kind of divine beast?"

"Squeak, squeak. ”

Before Lian Ge could speak, the mouse stood on Lian Ge's shoulder, stood on his forelimbs and called twice,

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge turned his gaze, looked at the little boy, and then at the guinea pig, and couldn't help but smile.

And the little boy was talking, slowly lowered his head, seemed to think of something, and his mood was a little low,

“...... When I fell from the river, my dad jumped down and swam towards me. Mom was crying on the shore...... I kept moving my hands and feet in the river, not daring to stop, afraid that I would be swept away by the river, and wanted to wait for my father to swim over to save me. But I waited a long time and didn't wait...... At that time, the river was so fast, and I slowly became so tired, and I felt so heavy and uncomfortable...... Slowly, I couldn't hear my mother's cries...... I don't know where Dad is now. ”

Hearing this, all the ghosts turned their eyes to the little boy, and the pregnant woman holding her belly looked at the little boy, and her eyes were even more distressed.

“...... If there is fate, you will definitely be able to meet your parents again in the next life. The old man next to him looked at the little boy and smiled and said comfortingly.

"Hmm!" the little boy nodded emphatically, regaining his strength.

......

The moon that hung obliquely in the night gradually changed its position, and the ghosts talked,

While pushing the driftwood carrying Lian Ge, it smoothly moved forward along the river.

On the river along the way, it seems a bit noisy and lively.

“...... Hey, I was pushed down, I was pushed down by my wife. ”

Among the ghosts, another young man in his thirties said loudly,

“...... But I don't blame her, I don't blame her......" The young man spoke, shaking his head and falling silent again.

“...... When I fell into the river, my son was on the shore. The man who had been staring at a certain place on the shore before took over and continued, "At that time, I didn't think about anything, I just couldn't let him go." I don't know what happened to him now, it's time to grow up and talk about a girlfriend......"

......

Listening to the words of the ghosts around him, Lian Ge glanced at the ghosts around him, then stood up from the driftwood again and looked to the front.

On the front side, the meandering river channel again reached a large corner, and after the corner, the river narrowed, and the water of the Yellow River became turbulent again.

After glancing at the ghosts again, Lian Ge took out the underworld communicator from his pocket and instilled mana into it......

A crowd of ghosts clustered around and pushing driftwood, seeing Lian Ge get up, and seeing the corner in front of him, he gradually understood.

......

Finally, the driftwood carrying Lian Ge was pushed by a group of ghosts and approached smoothly to the corner of the river.

"That's it. ”

Lian Ge looked at the rolling river in front of him that changed direction with the river, and said out loud.

Then, the driftwood under his feet came to a steady halt on the surface of the water.

Holding on, the ghosts surrounding also paused one after another, stopped talking, and the noisy river was quiet again.

"Master, let's send you a little longer. It was still the old man from before, tilting his head, looking at Lian Ge and saying loudly.

Glancing at the old man, and then at the ghosts, Lian Ge shook his head slightly,

"It's time. ”

The words fell, and the ghosts fell silent one after another.

Immediately afterwards, figures in formal clothes suddenly appeared beside Lian Ge.

"I'll wait to see the Heavenly Master. ”

A group of ghosts scattered around Lian Ge's body, bowing down and saluting.

Hearing this, Lian Ge looked at the group of underworld ghosts in front of him and nodded.

Turning his gaze away, he looked at the soul that was still immersed in the water at his side again,

"These are the ghosts of the underworld, go down with them. ”

When a group of ghosts immersed in the water heard the sound, they broke away from the river one after another and appeared on the surface of the river.

“...... Thank you to the Heavenly Master, thank you to the Heavenly Master for his transcendent grace. ”

The old man in the ghost knelt on the water, and thanked Lian Ge with the name he heard from the ghost's mouth.

"Thank the Heavenly Master for the Transcendent Grace ......"

A group of ghosts also knelt on the water one after another, surrounded the driftwood, and shouted to Lian Gechang.

When a group of ghosts heard the sound, they instantly dodged away from the driftwood, and above the driftwood, in the center surrounded by kneeling ghosts, only Lian Ge was left standing.

Looking at the ghosts kneeling on the water, Lian Ge paused, turned his gaze, and looked at the ghosts who had appeared beside the water ghosts.

"Take them down. ”

"We will obey. ”

A group of demons bowed down in response,

"Heavenly Master, I'll take these ghosts down first. ”

Lian Ge nodded.

Immediately after, the ghosts took a few steps back, and then disappeared suddenly with the ghosts above the water.

......

Watching the ghosts disappear from sight, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze.

Looking at the driftwood under his feet, Lian Ge smiled slightly, squatted down again, and sat down cross-legged on the driftwood.

The surroundings became quieter and quieter, and only the sound of the rolling Yellow River flowing sounded in my ears.

Sitting cross-legged on the driftwood, glancing at the quiet river, Lian Ge smiled slightly and turned his gaze back to the front.

Immediately after, the driftwood that had rested on the surface of the water restarted under the action of the current, flowing, and rounding the corner of the river.

At night, on the river, facing the night, the song on the driftwood is gradually moving away.

In front of him, the river gradually became turbulent again, and the gentle section of the river behind him gradually moved away.

On both sides of the riverbank, the lights of thousands of homes in the distance were swept by one after another,

One person and one rat are like before, with the water of the Yellow River, down the river.

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