Since Dong Qin Wuwu had come to Shenzhuang back then, and made an appointment with the old Taoist priest's master to explore Shenzhuang again in the future, it must be because he found some clues, which were closely related to his mission.

In other words, the opportunity for this 'White Head Covenant' mission happened to be in Shen Zhuang.

If there were no other accidents, according to the Trialist's always opposing camp positions, if his goal was to solve the evil qi in Shen Zhuang, then Song Qingxiao's goal was most likely the opposite of him-

"It seems that the source can't be killed directly."

She smiled faintly and muttered softly.

"What did you say?"

Song Changqing was still babbling about the old Taoist priest's goodness, and when he heard her brainless words, he couldn't help but be stunned:

"What can't, source?"

Song Qingxiao's voice was very soft, he couldn't hear it clearly, and he only caught a few keywords.

"Nothing." Song Qing looked stunned, shook his head, and asked again:

"Did the old man mentioned by the master mention his name, appearance, age, etc.?"

Song Changqing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that she looked calm, and it really didn't look like she was sullen because of the attitude of the old Taoist priest before.

I heard her ask about this mysterious 'old man' again, but she was very worried about Shen Zhuang and his party, so she asked again and again.

"The name was not mentioned, and the master had asked about it, but the master replied to him, 'Identity and name are just a code name, and the friendship between a gentleman lies in character, virtue, and the ability to learn from the Tao and cultivation.'" ”

In other words, the old Taoist priest's master did not know anything about the origin of this old man.

But Song Changqing then said:

"I mentioned my appearance and age." He said:

"He said that he was about thirty years old, with a gentle appearance, wearing a simple green shirt, just like an ordinary literati."

There is nothing special about this description, and even the literati and scholars at this time may be dressed like this, but Song Qingxiao has a strong feeling that this person is Dongqin Wuself.

"Ugh." Song Changqing sighed:

"It's already an agreement a hundred years ago, the ancestors have already passed away, just based on an empty promise back then, there are no letters, no evidence, how can you still find someone now?"

Especially the letter that Song Daochang asked him to send, there was no name and no surname, and I didn't know where to send it, and there were only four big characters in the letter.

The world is so big, how can the recipient know?

Before leaving, Song Changqing was very worried, and after talking to Song Daochang before, he could also see that although the old Taoist priest was not obvious on his face, he might also have a drum in his heart.

"I'm afraid this man won't come......"

His mood was a little heavy, and he sighed faintly.

"Yes." Before he finished speaking, he heard Song Qingxiao reply to him lightly:

"He'll come."

Song Changqing turned her head in some surprise, and saw her looking at the river, in the dim light, she couldn't see her expression clearly, but her tone was extremely firm when she said this, as if she didn't doubt it at all.

"You ......"

He was about to ask Song Qingxiao why he was so sure, when he heard a scalp-numbing 'click' of bones in the cabin, and then a man's terrible scream rang out.

Just from the trills in that voice, you could hear that the man was in great pain.

This is the man who was kicked into the cabin by Song Qingxiao before, Song Changqing heard his screams, and then heard the sound of bones, guessing that he might be injured a lot.

Thinking that this person's injury might have been caused by Song Qingxiao, he felt a little weak, couldn't stand at the moment, and said:

"I'll go in and have a look."

He was also afraid that something big would happen, so when he turned around, Song Daochang was angry and reprimanded Song Qingxiao again.

As soon as the words fell, he took the package and turned around and walked in the direction of the cabin.

As soon as he left, there was a sudden movement in the rippling river under the boat.

The silky black web began to surge rapidly, and something seemed to want to break through the net and burrow into the ship.

Distorted grimaces began to loom under the black web, splicing together pieces of broken fragments, and finally converged into a grim ghost, which came out of the water with a 'whoosh', obviously trying to fly towards Song Changqing's back.

It was only at the moment when the ghost figure emerged from the surface of the water that a slender hand pressed towards its face.

"Go back."

In the cold voice, with a faint warning meaning, the resentful spirits transformed by the ghosts were held down, and then let out a screaming whistle.

'Ahh

The voice directly attacked the soul, like a group of ghosts howling, and it was a terrible person.

If Song Changqing was here, he would definitely be hit hard by this ghost crying.

But at this time, this long howl had no effect on Song Qingxiao at all, her expression remained unchanged, her hand pressed the rising resentful spirit, and with an absolutely strong attitude, in the midst of its frequent screams, pressed it into the water.

'Plop! ’

The palm of his hand did not enter the river, and the black gas in the water suddenly entwined up.

Each densely wound black gas was mixed with a thick resentment, and countless black gases turned into entangled wisps, instantly entangled her fingers.

A large amount of cold black qi drilled up between her fingers, like a vine, and wrapped her tightly in a moment.

The yin aura turned into a huge resentment, dragging her body down heavily.

'Ahh

'Woo-woo-'

Wraiths were screaming and wailing, making a terrible and piercing sound.

Song Qingxiao looked at the grimace of the suppressed resentful spirit under his palm, he was still screaming, and his pitch-black mouth opened to an incredible point.

In the scream, the tongue in his mouth turned into thousands of tentacles and gushed out.

The black qi was like an intricate blood vessel, clinging to her palms and wrists, and even spreading to her arms at an extremely fast speed.

The sheer force tugged at the hull, causing the pitch-black boat to tilt to the side of the river.

The other half of the hull began to break out of the water, and some of the debris placed in the boat 'clanged' and moved to the other side.

"What's going on?"

The people in the cabin sensed the change in the ship for the first time, and let out a panicked question.

"I'll take a look." The old Taoist priest obviously realized that something was wrong, he glanced around, and found that his little apprentice had not yet come in, so he immediately stood up in a panic.

The black gas had gathered denser and denser, and its power was so great that it seemed to pull the ship upside down.

The other side of the boat was out of the water, and the hull of the boat shook uneasily as the cool river water poured into the cabin with a 'gurgling' sound.

The yin spirit under the water let out an even sharper scream, and the black qi quickly surged towards the vicinity, firmly enveloping the bottom of the ship.

Large strands of black gas were entangled, competing to twist and twist, forming black vines, which had already climbed to Song Qingxiao's forearm.

Before they could climb to their elbows, an ice-based force surged out of Song Qingxiao's arm!

Ice is here!

'Whoa'

The original wriggling black qi was frozen in the blink of an eye, and a large amount of chill spread from above the black line.

The ice crystals flowed down like a waterfall, condensing all the yin qi wherever it went.

A thick layer of ice spread out on the surface of the river, and the resentful spirits and ghosts contained in the black air seemed to have been violently injured, and let out bursts of screams, revealing a shrunken color.

"Qingxiao!"

The old Taoist priest was worried about Song Qingxiao, and as soon as he got out of the cabin, he happened to see her bending over the side of the cabin, and her hand had already reached out of the side of the ship.

It's windy outside, and it's ghostly!

The hull of the ship was like a seesaw, raised high on one side, and the draft in her direction was extremely deep, and the current poured in, as if it was about to roll out of the cabin and into the boiling river in the next moment.

Horrified, he shouted.

originally thought that Song Qingxiao might be controlled by the Yin Spirit, but unexpectedly, after he shouted, Song Qingxiao turned his head.

Her eyes were clear, her face was calm, and she couldn't see that she looked like she was being overwhelmed by a yin ghost.

"You ......"

As soon as the old Taoist priest spoke, his ears felt as if he heard the sound of a 'clang', as if some glass cup had been broken.

As soon as this voice sounded, the previous spell was instantly broken.

'Boom! ’

With a loud bang, the weight of the boat fell heavily into the water, causing a large splash to rise.

'Whoa-'

The hull of the ship shook like a giant cradle, and the strength was so great that it was a little difficult for the old Taoist priest to stand up.

Song Qingxiao took back the hand that had fallen on the side of the boat as if he was fine.

The old Taoist's gaze fell on her arm, and he saw that the palm was dry, and there was no dripping wetness, but there seemed to be a cold glow lingering on the fingertips.

When he looked at it again, he felt that the wisps of white gas on his fingertips were like his illusion.

"What's wrong?"

Song Qingxiao asked, and the old Taoist priest glanced at her again, seeing that her expression was not flustered, her complexion was pale, her eyes were clear, and she didn't look like she was being affected by a yin ghost, so the breath in her throat and eyes relaxed.

"Are you alright?"

The old Taoist priest's face turned pale with fright, and while asking, he forcibly endured the turbulence of the cabin, and walked in her direction, his eyes still looking around vigilantly.

"It's fine."

Song Qingxiao shook his head, and while the master and apprentice were talking, the boat hit the wooden pillar of the dock with a 'bell', and with the force of the shock of this collision, it began to berth away from the river bank.

"Ahh

The people who came out to see what was going on after them all let out a cry of surprise when they saw that the ship was windless and automatic, as if it was sailing away in the middle of the river.

"Quick, get the pulp out and stop the boat to the shore!"

When the people in the boat saw the boat moving, they all shouted in panic.

However, there was no wood pulp or anything else in the cabin, and everyone searched for a long time, but they did not find any tools that could be used for rowing.

However, between the bumps, the river water on both sides poured into the cabin, and everyone shivered.

"Don't bother." After the old Taoist priest confirmed that Song Qingxiao was fine, the big stone in his heart fell back into place, and then he beat his spirit and said:

"This ship is clearly a ghost ship."

The hull of the ship is painted black, and the roof of the cabin is like a coffin lid, which looks like a ferry specially prepared for the dead.

After the old Taoist priest got on the boat, he noticed that the ship was moored here, there were no bollards at the dock, and there were no moorings to maintain the hull.

At the same time, there is no anchoring, and the hull is stable.

Before everyone arrived, the hull of the ship was docked at the dockside, as if the waiting guests were not full.

"The ghost will park the boat here, and set off after everyone is ready, even if there is pulp in hand, it may not be able to row the boat that the ghost is sailing."

When the old Taoist priest said this, the rest of the people shuddered.

The water waves hit the bottom of the ship, making a heavy crashing sound, and the black boat slowly floated into the river with a group of people.

The boat was very fast at first, as if to prevent these people from jumping out of ship in a panic, and in the blink of an eye it sailed seven or eight meters away from the pier.

"What should I do?"

As soon as the boat moved so fast, a woman on board with a child in her arms burst into tears:

"Where is this ship taking us?"

"Nine times out of ten, I'm going to Shenzhuang."

At this time, the fog was thick, and he had completely lost his sense of direction, but with the help of induction, the old Taoist priest still guessed that the direction of the ship must be Shen Zhuang.

"We don't want to enter Shenzhuang ......"

When the woman heard that she was going to enter Shen Zhuang, she couldn't help but be even more frightened, and cried louder and louder.

"Alas, the will of heaven is so difficult to disobey." The old Taoist priest comforted her, and as soon as the words fell, she heard a woman in the cabin crying loudly:

"What providence? I think it has something to do with this little girl! ”

A tearful woman burst out of the crowd, her hair disheveled and a pink satin skirt, which should have been quite decent judging by her dress.

At this time, her eyes were full of tears, her eyes showed resentment, and she stretched out a hand that pinched the handkerchief, pointing directly in the direction of Song Qingxiao, gritting her teeth with hatred:

"As soon as she came, she beat people with brutal means, how could ordinary people have such strength to kick a man a few meters away?"

The woman's eyes were red and her body trembled:

"And when the hull of the ship shook, we were all in the boat, but she was outside the ship, in my opinion, she was this 'ghost'!"

Song Qingxiao's eyes looked at her, and the woman was frightened, but then resentment crept up on her face again, she tore the handkerchief with both hands, and cried:

"It's better to throw her into the river!"

As soon as such blatant words of murder came out, everyone on the ship was startled at first, and then many people looked at me and I looked at you, and no one spoke.

"Hugh is nonsense!"

When the old Taoist priest heard this, he was furious, Song Changqing also carried his bags and stood on his side, his tall figure blocked Song Qingxiao, and put on a posture that did not hesitate to fight:

"I'll see which one dare!"

"My apprentice has been raised by me since he was a child, and he is by no means a 'ghost' as you call it, and the matter of the boat has nothing to do with her."

The woman cried sharply:

"How is it irrelevant? I think it has something to do with her! ”

Although Daoist Song disdained the general care of this irrational woman, he couldn't bear to have someone splash dirty water on his little apprentice, so he immediately held back his dissatisfaction:

"Mrs. Shen, I know that your father-in-law is injured, and you will inevitably be sane and say some foolish things."

He was an upright man, and at this time he did not favor his apprentice's mistakes, and frankly admitted:

"I know that Qingxiao is acting recklessly, I have tried my best to make up for it, and I am also trying my best to save your father-in-law, I owe you a favor in the Yunhu Mountain line, after this incident, our line will definitely find a way to repay ......"

"Phew!" Before he had finished speaking, the woman spat out:

"What to take? Now that everyone has been beaten to the point of almost turning their backs, everyone is on this boat, and they don't know whether they will live or die in the future, how can you pay it back? ”