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Speaking of which, this dream lasted really long.

But since it's a dream, I guess the feeling of time is a little different from reality. Although a long time has passed in the dream, in reality it may have only been an hour or two.

"Sir, you say that as long as I bury those magatama in this river, it will be fine?" the man's voice was visibly fearful.

Different from the previous panic, this middle-aged man seemed to be more scared at this time, and he could see that what he was afraid of this time was more difficult to deal with than the previous female ghost.

"Your husband's and wife's negative karma is too deep, and this project can only help you alleviate some of your negative karma, but I can't guarantee whether it will save your life. The exorcist looked past the man to the moonlit river and said lightly.

"That ......" Listening to Ming Chuan's words, there was a hint of hesitation in the man's voice.

"Forget how your wife died? Mr. Jia. The exorcist said in a flat tone, Ming Chuan knew that when he said this, his eyes did not look at the man at all, and he was still staring at the calm river in front of him.

However, as soon as he reminded him, the expression of the man known as Mr. Jia changed several times in an instant, and his face became pale.

"I see. The man finally seemed to have made up his mind, turned to the group of people next to him and said, "Do as the gentleman told you before, and there must be no mistakes!"

"Yes. "Behind them, there were about twenty or thirty people, each wearing a special suit that looked like a diving suit, carrying tools, and they jumped into the Meri River and began to get busy.

"Magatama must be buried in the position I said, and there must be no mistakes. Ming Chuan heard himself say this, "And it must be buried very deeply, otherwise it will not be long before it will be washed away by the current." ”

"Don't worry, I've already ordered it, and there will be no mistakes. The man patted his chest and said.

"Hmm. Hearing this, the exorcist pretended by Ming Chuan nodded with satisfaction.

Standing on the bank of the river and watching for a while, the man cautiously said, "Well, sir, may I ask a question?"

"Just ask. The exorcist didn't turn his head, his eyes were always on the river, watching the work of those people.

"Why do you want to put that magic circle in this river? can't you place it in other places?" If it were on the ground, it wouldn't have cost so much manpower and material resources, and there wouldn't have been so much waste.

Hearing the other party ask, Ming Chuan couldn't help but prick up his ears, which was also something he had always been puzzled about.

The exorcist smiled, finally put his eyes on the man, and said lightly: "There is something in this river, it must be sealed, otherwise it will be very dangerous." ”

"What is it? a ghost?" the man asked, confused.

"It's not. Ming Chuan felt himself shake his head slightly, and then his gaze returned to the river, and he fell silent.

Rub, what's the point of silence? Pretend to be deep?

Mingchuan, who was waiting to hear the answer, almost roared in his heart.

However, no matter how much he roared, he couldn't make any sound in his throat.

Seeing that the exorcist did not answer, the man turned around and walked to the river, shouting and commanding his busy men.

For a moment, the silent river became extremely noisy.

There was no one around, and the exorcist stood alone under a willow tree, and after a moment of silence, he slowly opened his mouth and whispered as if talking to himself: "There is a crack in this river that connects the world of the dead. If left unchecked, there will be chaos in another 10 years. When the ghosts are rampant and the world is in turmoil, this place will become the land of the dead. ”

Ming Chuan was stunned, listening to the sound coming from his mouth, he was dazed for a moment.

This guy is talking about himself?

Have you been discovered?

Wait, isn't he dreaming? This is supposed to be the world of dreams, how can it be......

After the last time I had this dream, Ming Chuan also analyzed this matter. He thought that he should have listened to Luo Yan's description, and then came into contact with those magata. Magatama retains the breath of the exorcist of the year, and it also imprints the scene at that time. That's why he has those weird dreams.

At this time, though, Mingchuan wasn't so sure.

The last time he woke up, he met the exorcist's gaze, and at that time he thought it was his own delusion, or it was accidental. But this time, when there was no one around, this person's detailed explanation was obviously for himself.

Just as Ming Chuan was thinking about this, the exorcist then spoke: "This river itself is extremely ghostly, and the cold and cold of the river water will accelerate the expansion of the cracks. It is only a stopgap measure for me to bury this circle now, and it will only be delayed for decades at most. At that point, I'm afraid I'll need to bother you. ”

Who are you bothering me? Mingchuan thought to himself.

"Although this Mr. Jia has a problematic character, he is a good partner to work with. After all, with such a large amount of work, I can't dig it up alone. The exorcist laughed when he said this, and Ming Chuan could feel the pleasure in his heart.

Is this a kind of exploitation of his employer? Speaking of which, this guy is much more ruthless than himself, and he really spares no effort to exploit his employer.

In this regard, you should also learn more.

Just when Mingchuan was waiting for the other party to come out with more penetration, suddenly Mr. Jia turned back from the river, and shouted loudly as he walked towards him: "Sir, we dug something at the bottom of the river!"

"What?" Mingchuan said as he asked, walking towards the river.

Then, he saw that behind Mr. Jia, a man who was originally standing in the shallow water by the river suddenly shrank and slid down. He disappeared into the river without even making a call.

Ming Chuan was shocked in his heart, and at the same time felt the surprise in the heart of this exorcist.

Then, in front of his eyes, a puddle of sewage floated in the clear surface of the river under the moonlight, like a drop of ink dripping into a glass of clear water, and the pitch-black filth spread rapidly and spread in all directions.

A strong stench came to my face.

One by one, the people who were busy in the river slipped to the bottom of the water, and before they could even struggle, they disappeared without a trace.

The whole process was unusually silent, and no movement was heard except for the sound of the water flowing at the moment of entry.

The unusually quiet silence accelerated the spread of fear.

I don't know who screamed, as if a bomb had been dropped in the crowd, and for a moment fear took control of everyone's minds, and they screamed and rushed to the shore, desperately trying to get out of the river.

Someone was dragged into the river, and someone managed to escape, and for a while, the scene was chaotic like a pot of stew.

What happened? What did they dig up at the bottom of the river?

Is there anything else in the river beyond that "crack"?