The man who had broken his ribs by Song Qingxiao's kick at the beginning occupied the best corner of the cabin at this time, and he was already awake, but his face was even more ugly than at the beginning.

The woman who had argued with the old Taoist priest was kneeling beside him, talking to him softly, and taking a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Aunt Wu and the others sat side by side, and when they saw Song Qingxiao and the old Taoist priest coming in, Aunt Wu, who was holding her grandson, was about to speak, and the woman had already snorted coldly:

"Didn't you say that you would guard the whole boat? Why did you come in at this point? "She's weird:

"Sure enough, everyone can talk big."

"Sister-in-law of the Shen family, let's say a few words."

Aunt Wu stretched out her hand and patted her grandson, glanced at the old Taoist priest with a pale face, and couldn't bear it:

"The Taoist chief has contributed a lot along the road, and he is also old, so he is okay for the time being, and rest is not a big deal, not to mention that he also left Changqing to be on duty outside for the night."

"We didn't see any of them along the road."

The woman was unimpressed by Aunt Wu's round, and sneered:

"What else do you say about the living immortals of the Tao, how can the immortals eat and sleep like mortals? It's just a charlatan, a liar! Bah! ”

Song Qingxiao turned her head and looked in her direction.

The cabin was dimly lit, but her gaze was extremely sinister.

In the darkness, the woman saw that there seemed to be a dark golden light flashing in her eyes, and then, for some reason, her head was splitting, her eyes were swollen and painful as if they were about to burst out, and her head seemed to be tightened by a golden hoop.

The pain was unbearable, and she couldn't help shouting:

"Ahh

As soon as the shouts fell, her body slipped limply on top of her husband.

The appearance of her suddenly shouting and lying down frightened everyone, Aunt Wu had been possessed by the yin ghost twice in a row, and she had already been so frightened that the grass and trees were all soldiers, and the moment she heard the scream, she almost threw the grandson in her arms to the ground.

When she came to her senses, she was already lying on the cabin, dripping in cold sweat, as if she had suddenly suffered from some serious illness, and her hands and feet were shaking.

With Song Daochang's cultivation, he naturally couldn't see that Song Qingxiao had made a move.

Although he hated the woman's bitterness and unpleasant tone, the monk's helpful nature made him get up and walk over to the woman.

The woman was flanked by two slaves, an old man and a young man, and a girl of about four or five years of age was embraced.

At this time, when the girl saw her mother lying down, she immediately cried loudly, and everyone in the cabin panicked, and even Song Changqing, who was on vigil outside, shouted vigilantly and asked what happened in the cabin.

"It's fine."

The old Taoist priest replied to him first, for fear of distracting him.

At last he stretched out his right hand, and put his index and middle fingers together to probe the center of the woman's eyebrows.

"Huh?"

At this glance, he looked shocked.

The woman was still full of energy, but in the blink of an eye, she seemed to have a serious loss of consciousness, showing a tendency of exhaustion, about to run out of oil.

"What's going on?"

He was worried that the woman had also been tricked like Aunt Wu and the others, so he turned his head to look at Song Qingxiao at this time:

"Qingxiao—"

When the old Taoist priest called, he found that Song Qingxiao did not come.

She sat down in a spare corner after entering the cabin, and as soon as she passed, the others who had been sitting in that position moved quickly and moved away from her.

Seeing this scene, a trace of gloom flashed in Song Daochang's eyes, mixed with a trace of anger.

He was busy with everyone, but these people were invisibly crowding out his apprentices.

But after a blink of an eye, the old Taoist priest suppressed this trace of anger and shouted in a deep voice:

"Take a lamp."

Hearing this, the people in the boat cowered and did not dare to go over.

Until the woman's servant took the flint out of his bag, wept and lit it several times.

But for some reason, the flint could not be lit no matter what, and as soon as a little spark appeared, it was immediately extinguished.

A strong and pungent smell filled everyone's noses, making everyone rub their noses uncomfortably.

When the old Taoist priest saw this, he immediately instructed the old servant:

"You come and lift her up."

The old servant listened to him in a panic, let go of the crying girl in his arms, and reached out to pull the hostess.

But her body sank amazingly, and the old woman, with the help of the girl who lit the fire, took great difficulty to carry the woman into her arms.

The man who had been kicked and broke his ribs lay on the side groaning, looking at the old Taoist priest vigilantly and uneasily.

The girl cried loudly, and the rest of the people didn't dare to breathe, but they were very curious, and the detective craned her neck to look this way.

The old Taoist priest reached out to touch his waist, and after looking for a long time, he took out a piece of talisman paper.

"Pinch her mouth open."

He commanded, and the two servants hurried to pinch the mistress's mouth.

It's just that her spirit has been hit hard, and her teeth are clenched very tightly in pain, and the two servants, one old and one young, have tried a lot of strength, but they still can't pry her mouth open.

On the contrary, the old Taoist priest couldn't stand it, so he had to reach out and pinch her cheeks, and the woman opened her mouth in response.

There was no yin qi coming out of his mouth, and it didn't look like he had been hit by the path of a yin spirit.

But the old Taoist priest still rubbed his hand, and the rune paper quickly ignited a fire, illuminating the cabin.

The old Taoist priest stuffed the talisman paper into her mouth, and at the same time, he took advantage of this light and reached out to pick her eyelids.

Her eyes were full of red bloodshots, her eyes trembled non-stop, and when she met the light, her pupils contracted sharply, and she did not react after Aunt Wu was evil before.

The rune light was swallowed by her, and the spiritual power in the rune paper contained the woman's body.

She let out a low groan, and after a while, she slowly opened her eyes:

"I, what's wrong with me?"

She didn't seem to remember anything about the past, but her body still had memories of the sharp pain, and she couldn't stop shaking.

The old woman who held her in her arms saw that she woke up, and then she breathed a sigh of relief and cried out:

"It's okay, madam."

She glanced at the old Taoist priest, and didn't know what to say for a while, so she had to repeat the matter.

The old Taoist priest didn't think so, and when he saw that the person was fine, he retreated to the apprentice's side.

As soon as he left, he listened to the old woman whispering something in the woman's ear, and from time to time he glanced in the direction of the old Taoist priest, and the woman who woke up turned her head with a wary face.

"It's a pity for a piece of rune paper."

Song Qingxiao sighed lightly.

Judging from the woman's expression, it was obvious that she would not accept the love of the old Taoist.

"Just have a clear conscience."

The old Taoist priest did not change his face, and was not angry because of the woman's reaction, but replied to her very calmly.

When the woman saw Song Qingxiao's gaze, she deliberately touched the old woman's hand on the side, and snorted a few times, as if she was very disgusted by the old Taoist priest's talisman that had been stuffed into her mouth before, moaning and scolding at the same time.

It's just that the old Taoist priest just didn't hear it, and after a while, he was like an old monk in his mind.

When Song Qingxiao was wondering whether to kill him, the woman finally stopped.

She was injured and lacked energy, and the old Taoist priest did not argue with her, which made her feel bored after scolding for a while.

There was silence in the cabin, and after some time, someone began to lose his breath.

People have three urgencies.

Especially the people who came with him from the carriage, who were so worried all the way to the present that they couldn't even take care of eating and drinking, let alone solving the problem of internal urgency.

It's just that the wind is gusting outside the cabin, so everyone has been holding back.

But until now, some people have gradually can't help it, and the legs are bent or coiled, and they look like they can't sit still.

With so many people in the cabin, it is naturally impossible to solve the internal emergency problem in public.

And if you go out to the toilet, there is no safety guarantee.

Everyone covered their stomachs, and their eyes fell on the old Taoist priest who was meditating, as if he wanted to speak and stopped.

After a long while, someone finally couldn't help it anymore and whispered:

"If anyone wants to go to Xiaojie, it's better to make an appointment together, so that the old Taoist can accompany him......"

As soon as these words fell, everyone responded.

Everyone got up together, came over to the old Taoist, and carefully bypassed Song Qingxiao, who was sitting beside him, and called in a low voice:

"Dao Chief...... The Taoist ......"

In fact, when they came, with the ears of the old Taoist, they had already heard clearly.

Hearing them call at this time, although he didn't like their behavior of avoiding Song Qing's small plague, he pitied their fearful hearts.

What's more, the ship is in the middle of the river, which is itself full of dangers, so be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years.

He opened his eyes and glanced at Song Qingxiao:

"I'll go back as soon as I go."

Song Qingxiao also stood up:

"I'll go too!"

At this time, under the bottom of the boat, those yin qi began to gather.

The old Taoist's cultivation had not yet sensed these yin qi movements, but she had already sensed these black lines along the bottom of the cabin, trying to penetrate the cabin.

It's just that the copper coin sword made of the old Taoist monk's essence blood secret spell hangs at the main entrance of the cabin, and the Taoist power suppresses these black qi, so that they do not rush forward for a while.

Under the power of the Blood Curse Copper Coin Sword, these Yin Qi were temporarily unmoved, making the cabin a temporary safe place.

But as soon as everyone leaves the cabin, the crisis will definitely be deeper than inside the ship.

The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately - he thought that it was naturally safer for Song Qingxiao to follow him than to stay alone in the cabin.

When they saw him agree, they were overjoyed, and even many of the people sitting in the cabin took the opportunity to get up one after another.

For a moment, the hull of the boat shook several times, and the river hit the hull of the boat, making a 'whoosh' sound.

However, the family who had a quarrel with the old Taoist priest did not get up, but just coldly watched everyone go out one by one.

Outside, the wind had picked up at some point, blowing the hull of the ship and speeding forward.

As soon as everyone got out of the cabin, they shivered with cold, Song Changqing was sitting cross-legged on the side of the ship, he heard the movement in the cabin before, and naturally knew what was going on with these people coming out.

Everyone walked to the back of the cabin to avoid people, and Song Qingxiao stood on the side of the ship, and did not go any further.

After a while, Song Changqing came over trembling with his arms in his arms:

"Little junior sister."

He is strong and strong, and he was raised by the old Taoist priest since he was a child, and his original identity of laying an excellent foundation was to spend the night in the cemetery, and it was also difficult for yin qi to invade.

But at this time, his blood was full of blood as if it was about to be frozen and condensed, and this place was a little weirdly cold:

"You, what are you doing here, it's cold outside."

The river breeze swept in with the cold mist, blowing the light skirt corners of her body flying.

There seemed to be a faint blue mist lingering on the surface of the dress, which seemed to flicker like a flickering flame between the churns.

"I've got a thick jacket with me."

Song Changqing sneezed, his voice was nasal, but he was trembling and hurriedly reached out to untie his backpack.

"No need."

Song Qingxiao shook his head, listened attentively, as if he had heard something, and said with a smile:

"The rat is out of the hole."

"What do you mean?" Song Changqing sniffed and asked a little stupidly.

Then he heard the sound of someone getting up in the cabin, and he reacted immediately, and hurried in the direction of the cabin door, and then shouted:

"What are you doing!"

His shouts were like thunder, and at the same time there was the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.

An old mother-in-law screamed in pain and shouted:

"Murder! Kill! ”

The sound was terrible, and it spread across the river.

Frightened, the people queuing up behind him suddenly had cramps in their legs, and the old Taoist priest had already smelled a fishy smell, and his consciousness swept away, and he noticed that something was wrong, and immediately turned to the direction of the cabin door.

Everyone ran back one after another, and saw that at the door of the cabin, the old woman who was guarding the woman's side was pinched by Song Changqing at this time.

The whole arm was twisted backwards, and her short and fat body was almost lifted up by the tall Song Changqing, leaving only a pair of wrapped arched feet to the ground, the supporting arm was almost torn, and she kept letting out a terrible howl in pain.

There was a small brown clay pot rolling on the ground, and a lot of black-brown liquid was sprinkled all over the ground, exuding a burst of rotten and fishy smell.

"What's, what is this?"

Someone took a step forward, as if reaching out and touching the ground, and then rubbed his fingertips again, and replied:

"It smells like stinking blood."

"Black Dog Blood!"

In the cabin, the woman who had been taught by Song Qing had already sat up with the support of Xiao Yahuan, and sneered at everyone through the hatch:

"The blood of the black dog that destroys evil spirits and exorcises ghosts!"

Her eyes widened and she looked at the Taoist priest with a pale face:

"Can't think of it, right? Hey, hey, hey! ”

The old Taoist priest ignored her, but walked straight in the direction of the hatch.

There was also a copper coin sword hanging upside down, and as soon as the old Taoist priest's hand touched the copper coin, the small sword dispersed with a 'bang'.

The scattered copper coins fell, and a few 'bells' fell to the ground.

Song Changqing arrived in time, and a small drop of the rotten black dog blood that could be spilled had already splashed onto the copper coin sword.

The copper coin sword is made of the essence blood of the old Taoist priest with the blessing of a secret spell, and once it is defiled, the mana is immediately damaged, and it is difficult to support it on this yin-filled river.

When the woman saw the coins scattered, she seemed to be very happy:

"I think the three of you masters and apprentices are rumored to be pretending to be ghosts!"

She didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all, and said loudly:

"I just felt a headache for some reason, as soon as you came to make a demon spell, you stuffed me with some kind of rune paper, I'm afraid it took my soul, and you want to coax us as fools."

The woman said this and took a few breaths:

"Fortunately, before I came back, my mother's family prepared a jar of black dog blood for me, just to deal with you demons!"

The old Taoist priest listened to her words that reversed black and white, and his chest rose and fell violently in anger, and before he could speak, he heard Song Qingxiao whisper:

"Here we are."

"What's coming?"

When everyone heard this, they didn't know what to do, and as soon as they asked, they heard a loud sound of 'bell'!

A force slammed into the bottom of the cabin, so force that it lifted the entire black ship out of the water.

In the sound of the water waves, the river quickly lifted the hull out of the water, as if it was on the cusp of the storm, swinging high into the air.

The group only felt that their feet were like stepping on cotton, and their bodies rose lightly into the air.

The clay pot that fell to the top of the cabin rolled wildly, hitting the door frame of the cabin with a 'clang' sound.