After everyone realized that the song they heard at this time was very likely to come from ghosts and spirits, they all lost their appreciation and became extremely apprehensive.

The humming tune did not stop, but became more and more high-pitched, as if with the power to break through the clouds, break through the obstruction of the black fog, and enter the sea of consciousness of everyone.

"Don't listen too much, cover your ears, and keep your mind."

The sound became more and more violent, like a tight string that would hurt when it broke.

The old Taoist priest was vigilant by nature and reminded the people around him loudly.

As soon as everyone heard this, they all hurriedly obeyed his orders, and stretched out their hands to block their ears.

"It's useless." Song Qingxiao turned his back to everyone and slowly spoke:

"This sound comes from the interference of yin qi, and it is transmitted directly through the divine sense."

As long as the human consciousness is alive, it will not be immune to the interference of sound, and it is useless to cover the ears.

Sure enough, as soon as her voice fell, everyone also found that no matter how blocked their ears, the voice could still be clearly transmitted into everyone's minds.

In the rapid and chaotic heartbeat of 'dong dong dong', everyone shook their heads desperately and closed their eyes tightly to resist the tone that made people feel their scalps tingling as it got higher and higher.

But fortunately, this high-pitched singing did not last long, and after about ten seconds, the screams that seemed to be connected suddenly stopped.

"Whew-"

At this moment, Aunt Wu and the others were already soaked in cold sweat.

When the sound died down, it was replaced by extreme silence.

It seemed that the blowing river wind had stopped at this moment, but after the ears were attacked by the previous wave of sound waves, I don't know if it was because of the sequelae caused by nervousness, the old man who was driving the car even felt that there was a 'buzzing' tinnitus in his ears.

This kind of extreme silence does not make people feel comfortable, even if they know that there are stars around them, but the old Taoist priest and the others still raised their heads.

It wasn't until he saw that Song Qingxiao's figure was still on the side of the boat a few meters away from the opposite side that he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"La-la-la-"

As soon as the breath relaxed, the girl's soft hum began again.

It's just that this time the humming sound is much softer than the previous slaughter, as if with a gentle and romantic soothing.

But everyone did not dare to relax, because at the moment when the light snort sounded, on the vast river in front of them, a red light suddenly flashed several times.

It was as if someone lit a small red lamp in the black fog, and the light broke through the black fog and came into everyone's eyes.

As soon as the red light sounded, the girl's singing became clearer and clearer.

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Shenzhuang has always been wealthy, and the water transportation is developed, making this place extremely prosperous, and there are people coming and going all year round.

When nothing happens, boats loaded with singers can often be heard on the river, shuttling back and forth, looking for guests who like elegance.

The sound of blowing, playing and singing is endless, and even at night, you can hear the beautiful singing.

But when is this time?

There was no one around, and everyone had only encountered a ghost a moment ago.

At this time, when they saw the lights and heard the singing, everyone didn't think they had touched someone at first, but their scalps were tense and they bit their lips with nervousness.

I saw the red light getting closer and closer, and in addition to the singing, I could also hear the 'whooshing' waves of the boat rowing through the water.

The black fog was separated, and a small boat slowly floated in the direction of the black fog in the direction of the crowd.

The boat was not big, and it seemed to be able to accommodate only one person in a trance, and it looked like the boat that the girl rowed when she was picking a ling.

A small lamp was lit at the bow of the ship, which emitted a red glow.

"There's someone on that boat!" Wu Nier shouted.

The ship came closer, and saw a figure crawling sideways on the ship.

Judging from that graceful figure, she should be a pretty beauty, with thick black hair and a red gauze dress.

The fine yarn was very lightly woven, and it flowed with the ship, like a string of red mist that lingered at her side, enveloping her graceful figure.

She flew up, revealing her slender legs.

Under the red light, one of her legs was slightly bent, but one jade foot kicked out of the boat, hung on the side of the boat, sank into the river, and kicked the river forward.

'Whoa-whoa-whoa-'

The splash was kicked by one of her snow-white jade feet, and at the same time the song sounded:

"The red lanterns are hung high, the dragon and phoenix flowers and candles are bursting with sparks, dressing up and wearing wedding clothes, waiting for Lang Jun to enter the room——"

"La-la-la-"

When everyone heard her lyrics, it was like singing about the wedding event.

Judging from her appearance, this woman doesn't see any evil at all, and she is not like the ghosts that possessed Aunt Wu and others before.

Even with the cultivation of the old Taoist priest, he didn't sense the existence of the slightest yin qi on her body, and couldn't help but wonder if this person was a ghost or not.

Ghosts are yin.

The longer you practice, the more resentful you will turn into evil energy, and you can't stop it.

But at this time, he didn't sense the slightest resentment in this woman, as if she was just an ordinary girl looking forward to getting married and singing love songs.

And Song Qingxiao put on such a battle before, and surrounded everyone in a circle, clearly thinking that the comer was not good.

Thinking of the ferocity of her previous shots, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but be a little worried:

"Qingxiao—"

He called out, and then heard Song Qingxiao say coldly:

"What kind of nonsense is singing, I don't understand!"

“……”

As soon as she finished saying this, the girl singing opposite froze for a moment.

The jade foot lifted in the air, as if someone had pressed a pause button on a videotape.

The song also stopped, and the boat lost power, and also paused in the middle of the river.

'Tick! ’

There was a splash of water, and I don't know if it was the blood dripping from the corpse of Mrs. Shen who had torn her face on the black boat, or the droplets of water on the feet raised by the girl falling into the river.

But the sound of water droplets broke the silence.

"Doesn't it sound good?"

The girl's faint voice came, as if with a hint of grievance.

"Isn't it good to have something to say?" Song Qing was calm and calm, calmly looking at the small boat parked in the distance:

"What song?"

"......" The old Taoist's eyelids twitched, and Aunt Wu and the others felt that if such a conversation did not take place in the haunted Shen Zhuang, if it was a conversation between two young girls, it would be really embarrassing.

"Doesn't it sound good?"

"Did you die when you were in the cave room?" Song Qingxiao ignored her question, but asked directly:

"What is your name and what year were you born? Who is the husband? Why did you die? ”

As she spoke, she separated a wisp of her mind and sank into the sea of knowledge, and the trial task was revealed: the covenant of the white head.

Mission Completion: 100,000 bonus points.

All along the way, I only encountered ghosts, and the points were all related to Shen Zhuang.

The identity of Dong Qin Wuself is just a guess, and the clues of the task are not obvious, and finally came to the present, met a female ghost, and finally said a little clue that Song Qingxiao was interested in.

"Doesn't it sound good?"

The woman lying on her side did not answer her words, but as if she was deeply affected by her repeated questions, there was a sobbing sound in her words, so as not to be pitied.

"That's all you can say?" Song Qingxiao frowned, and her eyes couldn't help but show a little distressed.

The reason why she kept pressing and didn't make a move was that she sensed that the yin and evil qi on this woman's body was extremely heavy, far from being comparable to those lowly yin ghosts before.

I thought I had encountered a ghost related to the mission, but if she only repeated this sentence, she might have overestimated her.

It seems that this is just an ordinary ghost, but at least it reveals a little connection to the mission.

Thinking of this, Song Qingxiao sighed, and cold ice slowly appeared in her palm, transforming into an ice sword about three feet long.

"Green ......"

The old Taoist priest is kind-hearted, afraid that she will recklessly make a move and kill innocents by mistake.

But before he finished speaking, Song Qingxiao seemed to have guessed what he was thinking:

"Master." She calmly interrupted the old Taoist priest's words, and she showed rare patience for this old Taoist priest who had always behaved upright and benevolent, and loved her in every way:

"The lamp on this woman's head is extraordinary, and it can only be lit with the power of the soul."

Moreover, she was able to come all the way here safely from the obstruction of the evil qi, which shows that she is extraordinary.

"The yin qi in the river is very heavy, and ordinary people can frostbite their skin and bones when they touch it, but she can kick the water barefoot, and she came here alone in a small boat, obviously she has some ability."

As soon as Song Qingxiao finished saying this, the old Taoist's gaze became cautious.

He also discovered that he had made a big mistake, and he shouldn't have used simple yin qi to determine whether the other party was a ghost or not!

The old Taoist priest couldn't understand the origin of the lamp above the head of the red-clothed girl, but from Song Qingxiao's saying that 'the power of the soul can be ignited', it can be known that this lamp is extraordinary.

What's more, how terrible the periphery of Shenzhuang is at this time, there are no people within a radius of hundreds of miles, as if a huge ghost hit the wall ship has been laid down.

There are so many people in my line, and it took a lot of hard work to get here, and Mrs. Shen's family of four died in the middle, not to mention, even a man on the boat was bitten to death, so they got here.

But this girl dared to go out alone, as Song Qingxiao said, she was dressed in red and stepped into the river barefoot.

"Our ship is moving forward, but her ship is not moving, and she is not close to us, which is not something that ordinary ghosts can do."

Song Qingxiao's words reminded the old Taoist priest again, and he looked at it again, and sure enough, as she said, his expression changed slightly, as if he was annoyed that he didn't recognize this ghost.

"Doesn't it sound good?"

After a long time of getting a response from Song Qingxiao, the girl's voice quickly became cold.

She didn't seem to care about Song Qingxiao's discussion with the old Taoist priest about her identity, but was haunted by Song Qingxiao's comments on her singing voice.

Even after Song Qingxiao didn't answer her again, her tone dropped to freezing:

"Am I not singing well?"

As she spoke, her body, which had been lying on her side, finally moved, and the green silk that was scattered all over her head slowly sprinkled and fell into the water like a waterfall, and she slowly turned her head at a very slow speed.

The cloud-like black hair reflected a little snow-white face, which was half turned, and what was terrifying was that the half of her face turned was like a flat cardboard.

There is no curve of the eyebrow bone and the bridge of the nose, and there are no long eyelashes, which is diametrically opposed to the impression given by her graceful and moving figure, and the half of her face seems to have been erased from her facial features.

The fear of Aunt Wu and the others soared to the peak in an instant, and they wanted to scream, but they were afraid of attracting the attention of this female ghost.

"Am I not singing well?"

The ghost's face turned completely.

This is an extremely terrifying scene, no less than Mrs. Shen's corpse transformation before.

Beneath that beautiful figure was a flat face, without eyebrows, eyes, nose, or lips.

As she spoke, her voice seemed to be covered by a thin layer of silk, escaping from her flat face.

"Where's your face?"

Song Qingxiao's gaze fell on her face, and her face was flat:

"Even if you die, don't you have a face to see people?"

“……”

As soon as he finished saying this, the air around him quickly became cold.

The wind that was blowing by the 'whirring' also stopped, and the black ship that was moving forward also stopped as if it had been stopped by some mysterious force.

The water droplets on the jade foot that the girl lifted slowly slid down the soles of the feet, gathered at the heels, and fell into the river with a 'tick' sound.

"Your time of death has come!"

The faceless young ** opened her mouth coldly, as if she was finally angered by Song Qingxiao's words, and she didn't repeat her previous question.

"I want you to die here!"

As soon as her cold words fell, the raised jade leg fell into the river again, making a 'plopping' sound!

The water splashed, and the wind blew again.

Her flying red gauze skirt floated out several meters long like a burning firework, and then slowly sank into the river!

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qingxiao didn't say a word, clenched the ice sword in his hand, and slashed out in her direction.

The sword qi pierced the sky, bringing up a long, bridge-like frost mist, and slashed the boat with a 'boom'.

The ice spiritual power easily tore the red veil, but the moment it touched the ship, it didn't have time to seal the female ghost with the boat-

The female ghost sneered twice, and the red light on the bow of the ship flashed twice, and it was instantly extinguished.

At the same time, the figure and ship of the female ghost disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

But the red veil hasn't gone yet.

The fluttering red yarn falls into the river, and the river is dyed red in an instant.

'Whoa, whoa, whoa—'

The river, which had been calm before, seemed to be much more turbulent in an instant.

The river is rushing from top to bottom, like a rushing wave, extremely surging and turbulent.

It is strange to say that this black ship full of people is moving against the wind in this current, as if it is being pushed forward by countless pairs of invisible hands.

"Water, Water ......"

Everyone on the boat was shocked by this change, and a man leaning on the side of the boat dared to glance into the river, and suddenly let out an exclamation:

“…… The water is turning red! ”