A large wave of water crashed against the hull of the ship, causing the black ship to shake around, and the crowd struggled to escape, as if it was about to flip over.

Song Changqing still maintained a fierce posture, but when he was about to rush in front of the crawling yin corpse, he found that the yin corpse had turned into powder and scattered.

The force of his impact was too strong for him to control, and he slammed into the cabin door with a 'bang'.

The sturdy wooden door slammed into the door.

The hull of the ship shook violently again, lapping the water waves, coupled with the sound of the water rushing into the boat, which finally pulled back the consciousness of the old Taoist priest who was terrified for nine days.

"You-"

The yin corpse has dissipated, the yin qi that originally permeated the entire ship has faded, and the crisis has been resolved, but the old Taoist priest's hand is still pressed on his waist, staring at Song Qing with a frightened and inexplicable look.

She was still standing there, clutching a handful of black strands that looked like strands of hair.

These things are messy and mixed, and when you look at them in a trance, it looks as if you have cut them from a human head, and have been kneaded into pieces.

"These black silk threads are the same as the silk threads that were pulled out of the eyes of the driver and Aunt Wu when we were in the car, right?"

Song Qingxiao said slowly as if he didn't see the old Taoist's eyes.

The 'howling' river breeze blew through the boat, ruffling her hair and dress, but it could not shake her body.

She lowered her head, her expression was calm and calm, calm and calm, but with a strangeness that made the old Taoist priest a little overwhelmed.

His lips moved, and his eyes flashed with disbelief and unease, and finally as if he had thought of something, he turned into great fear.

"Qing, Qingxiao—" The old Taoist priest took a tentative step forward, his eyes were worried, as if he wanted to reach out to pull her, but due to some kind of restraint in his heart, the raised palm froze in mid-air before it touched her wrist.

But after only a moment of pause, the old Taoist priest suppressed the panic in his eyes and turned it into perseverance.

His hand came up and firmly grasped Song Qingxiao's wrist.

The blood veins in the wrist under the palm were beating gently, and the skin was slightly icy, but it was not a terrifying chill.

The old Taoist priest almost unconsciously breathed a big sigh of relief, but because this breath was too rapid, he couldn't help coughing out freely.

"Ahem, ahem—"

The cough touched on his injury, making him feel a sweet sensation in his throat again, and a stream of blood rushed into his mouth, which he swallowed back hard.

"Ahem-a-a-"

This forcible swallowing of blood made him cough more urgently, and his body was shaken, but he grabbed Song Qingxiao very tightly, as if he was afraid that he would lose his hand as soon as he loosened it.

Song Qingxiao's gaze fell on his wrist, the back of the old Taoist's hand was thin, and the green tendons were particularly distinct.

Though cold from the injury, it still gave a wordless reassurance—reminding her of his previous demeanor that he had intended to blow himself up.

"Why?"

She was a little puzzled, but more of a stranger to this emotion.

"Master!"

Song Changqing was dizzy, heard the old Taoist priest's cough, and stumbled in the direction of the two:

"Are you alright?"

"Ahem, ahem—no—it's fine."

In order to avoid worrying him, the old Taoist priest squeezed out a smile, shook his head, and reluctantly agreed to him.

At this time, the other people in the cabin finally came to their senses, and when they thought of the previous scene, they still had palpitations:

"What just happened?"

Song Changqing shook his head hard, trying his best to make himself sober, and when he heard the words of others, he seemed to remember what had happened before, and said angrily:

"There's an old woman, sneaky—"

When he said this, he turned to the old woman with the jar.

When he saw a short and fat woman trembling and crawling towards a crowded place, he saw this person, his eyes were red with anger, and he strode forward, grabbed her by the collar, and pulled her up:

"That's her!"

"Oops, murder!"

The old woman saw the previous Yin corpse infestation, and she had already been frightened.

finally escaped from death, Leng might as well be caught by this, his eyes were so frightened that his eyes were straight, his mouth was foaming, and his body twitched as if he was going to faint to death in the next moment.

"Okay, evergreen." When the old Taoist priest heard the old woman's scream, he couldn't help but hold his chest and gasp:

"Let her go."

"Master—"

Song Changqing remembered the previous incident, and was still very angry:

"This old woman sprinkled your sword with the blood of a rotten black dog......"

He rolled his gaze and landed on the ground, where there was an empty jar, and he stretched out his leg and kicked it, and the jar 'clanged' and rolled:

"The jar is still there."

"She's just driven by people."

The old Taoist priest was injured, his voice was hoarse, and he seemed to be a little lacking in qi when he spoke.

He saw that Song Changqing was both angry and worried, and he was afraid that Song Qing would not be able to help him, so he endured his anger and threw the mother-in-law's body like mud, pulled the package and stepped forward to help him, and was a little aggrieved:

"But master, just because of her actions, your magic weapon was polluted, causing the Dao method to fail, allowing resentful spirits and yin ghosts to invade, and almost killing a boatload of us——"

As soon as the others heard this, they immediately remembered what had happened earlier.

Thinking that everyone almost died at the hands of the Yin Corps before, they couldn't help but be as angry and hateful as Song Changqing:

"That's right! Come to think of it. ”

"It's all about the Shen family's mother-in-law—"

"It's good to say this evil and that evil, I think she just fell into evil!"

"If it weren't for this old woman who made trouble and destroyed the old Daoist's magic weapon, how could we have been, been, been-"

The person who spoke opened his mouth several times in a row, but each time he thought of the Yin corpse that he had seen crawling out of the bottom of the boat before, he was terrified, and finally he didn't even dare to say the word 'ghost', and said vaguely:

"- Attacked?"

"That's it!" Everyone nodded one after another, and turned to praise the old Taoist priest:

"Dao Chang is really still a god, when the magic sword is not defiled, the road is safe and nothing major happens."

The more people talked, the more angry they became, and when they thought of almost dying, some people gritted their teeth and said hatefully:

"I see that she said that there is a problem with this and that is a problem, but she doesn't mention herself at all, their family is like an old Taoist priest, as if they are afraid that there is an old fairy walking with us, I suspect that this surnamed Shen family is also a tiger, I am afraid that they are not possessed by unjust ghosts and want to harm us!"

"Shhhh

“……”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

The child who was held in Wu Baocai's arms was affected by this atmosphere, and couldn't help but start crying again.

"Possibly."

Everyone reacted, and they were all busy crawling away from the old woman.

"They were the first to get on the boat, and we were all at their mercy—"

"Get out of here—"

Everyone disliked it and kicked the woman, who shrunk her body into a ball and let others kick and beat, and she didn't dare to be alone.

"Wronged......" she hugged her head with her hands and cried to the ground:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Taoist is right, I just obey people's orders."

Everyone kicked a few times, she was cheeky and refused to be alone, everyone fought for a while, the hull of the boat was shaken from side to side, and the river water in the cabin splashed everyone's bodies.

The man in the cabin kicked her and let out a sigh, and then asked:

"What about the Shen family and his wife?"

Someone mentioned the Shen family, and Wu Nier seemed to remember something:

"When we got out of the cabin, they stayed in the cabin......"

Maybe this family had already made a ghost idea, so they deliberately stayed when everyone went out of the cabin.

It was only later that an accident happened, and the appearance of the yin corpse shocked everyone, and naturally no one paid attention to the husband and wife of the Shen family anymore.

At this time, when Wu Nier mentioned that the family was still in the cabin, the old Taoist priest said:

"It's not good—"

At this point, he was anxious to turn around.

Everyone followed his gaze, only to see him looking in the direction of the cabin, with a look of jealousy.

After the previous incident of the Yin corpse climbing the boat, the fog on the river surface was much thicker, and the light was dimmer than before.

The cabin was pitch black, and there was no light or shadow to be seen, as if it had fallen into darkness where you couldn't see your fingers.

The broken hatch was like a monster's open mouth, and it was pitch black and a little still a little creepy.

How tricky this woman of the Shen family is can be seen from the quarrel she had with the old Taoist priest before.

But the strange thing is that from the time the ship accident to this moment when the situation has subsided, and everyone kicked and beat her old servant, she was not far away, and if nothing had happened, it would not have been possible to come here without calling for help or scolding.

Thinking about the appearance of the Yin corpse, everyone's attention was attracted by the Yin corpse that crawled out, and no one paid attention to the cabin at all.

There was no movement in the cabin at this time, which was obviously not a good thing.

"Could it be that something happened?"

Someone asked tremblingly.

No one answered, and there was not the slightest movement in the cabin.

"Big brother of the Shen family?"

Uncle Wu shouted into the swarthy cabin: "Sister-in-law of the Shen family—"

No one answered his words, and the voice seemed to come into an extremely empty place, and even a faint echo was heard.

Everyone's expressions became even more worried, and the uncle of the Wu family, who was shouting, kicked his legs and shrank to the side of the ship, with a look of fear.

"I'm afraid something big has happened......

A fellow Shen Zhuang trembled and guessed, and a woman who had originally taken an ox cart snorted:

"Retribution."

The magic weapon hanging on the cabin was supposed to be a sharp weapon to save everyone's lives, but the woman from Shenjiazhuang didn't believe in evil, and took the blood of a black dog to defile it, which caused a crisis, not to mention, but also asked for her own life.

The old Taoist priest also felt that something was wrong.

But he was not lightly injured, and he forcibly tried to expel the evil qi, but finally led out the yin ghost, which caused the power of the yin evil to seriously injure him, which greatly reduced his strength at this time.

But even so, he sensed that something was not quite right in the cabin at this time.

The yin qi in the cabin was terrifyingly heavy, and even those yin qi turned into a black fog, as if it was trapped in the cabin.

In such a thick yin qi, even if someone is alive, it will be affected.

What's more, under the sweep of his divine sense, he couldn't feel the breath of a living person in it at all.

"I'll take a look."

The old Taoist priest had an upright temperament and his life was at stake, and he did not take the few arguments he had with the woman in his eyes.

"Master—"

Song Changqing hesitated a little, and there was some dissuasion in his words, he heard it, and turned his head to stare at the big apprentice:

"There are children in there!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Changqing immediately compromised:

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

"That's right, Dao Chief." The others were first taken aback by the dispute between the two masters and apprentices, and after relieving themselves, they hurriedly persuaded:

"You'd better rest for a while."

The old Taoist priest was injured, and the scene of vomiting blood before was reflected in everyone's minds, and they were afraid that something would happen to him after he entered the cabin.

"You are old, it is better to take a rest, you are tall and young and strong, and he will do the work for you, why should you go out yourself?"

The old Taoist priest didn't blink when he wanted to save people, but at this time, once he mentioned letting the apprentice do the work for him, he vetoed it:

"How's that going to work?"

Song Changqing was far inferior to him in terms of cultivation and experience, not to mention that he had already guessed that the people in the cabin were probably more than lucky, but he just wanted to venture into the cabin because he took pity on the little girl who was affected by her parents.

But at this time, knowing that there was a crisis buried ahead, how could he be willing to let Song Changqing go into danger.

The two argued, and Song Changqing grabbed the old Taoist priest and didn't let go.

With his strength, if he was not injured, he would naturally be able to bounce Song Changqing away easily, but at this moment, he was seriously injured and was firmly grasped by the big apprentice, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

"Let's find your way with rune paper."

Just as the two were arguing, Song Qingxiao had already used his divine sense to understand the scene in the cabin, and when he spoke, he bent the corners of his mouth, and a trace of interest flashed in his eyes.

A word to wake up the dreamer.

The old Taoist priest immediately reacted, there was no need to advance in person at this time.

The cabin is not large, and at this time it is only fascinated by the yin qi, and it is difficult to see clearly.

As long as you use a piece of rune paper to break through this yin qi obstacle and light up the cabin, you can naturally see the situation in the cabin clearly.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist priest patted his head and said busily:

"Look at my memory!"

Although rune paper has become more and more scarce and precious, it is still less than human life.

He touched his waist, took out a yellow talisman and put it in his palm, and with his other hand, his index finger and middle finger, he quickly recited the incantation and drew it on the paper, and finally folded it into a thousand paper cranes, and blew on it:

"Go."

As soon as the words fell, I saw the paper crane shake its wings and fly slowly.

This magical scene made the onlookers sigh and be convinced, and in a moment, the paper crane flew into the cabin and disappeared without a trace.

The black air in the cabin was surging, and the old Taoist priest was about to speak, but in the next moment, his expression changed:

"It's not good—"

The paper crane he released tied a trace of his divine sense, which was connected to his mind, but the moment he flew into the cabin, this trace of divine consciousness was forcibly cut off, and it was difficult to sense it.

The paper crane was folded into a talisman, which had both Taoist secret methods and his magic tips, so even in the yin qi, it would not be destroyed so quickly.

As soon as the old Taoist priest's voice fell, he heard two deep light coughs from the cabin.

"Dry ...... What the? ”

A cold female voice came from the cabin, it was the voice of the woman who had quarreled with the old Taoist priest earlier.

But for some reason, her tone was flat at this moment, as if she was not emotional at all, mixed with a chilling coldness.

"Shen, sister-in-law of the Shen family?" Aunt Wu glanced at her husband, who was also from Shen Zhuang, and she also heard the woman's voice, but this voice seemed to have some subtle differences from her impression, making it difficult for her to distinguish them.

There was a moment of silence in the cabin as she asked.

At this moment, Aunt Wu only felt a chill rising from her spine and spreading to her body.

Goosebumps crawled down his back, stimulating the cold hair to stand upside down.

"It's not me, who is it?"