Mr. Wei recited words in his mouth, but what he read was not Buddhist proverbs, nor Taoist scriptures, nor the mantras of charlatans.

"Yu prisoner in the north courtyard, sit in a dirt room. The room is eight feet wide and can be four fathoms deep. The single door is low, the white room is short and narrow, dirty and dark, when this summer, all the qi is ......"

It is Wen Tianxiang's "Song of Righteousness".

Seeing that Mr. Wei closed his eyes and recited the righteous song, the old lady of the water ghost had a hideous face, and she only felt that her body was scraped by a steel knife.

She couldn't help but shudder.

Qian Yining in her hand was pinched by her for a while, and she had already fainted.

As soon as she shuddered and let go of her hand, she threw Qian Yining into the cabin.

Qian Yining coughed after falling, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

And from beginning to end, he didn't let go of the handle of the blade, so as he fell into the cabin, there was also the unrivaled sword.

However, he was choked by the neck of the water ghost, and if he was an ordinary person, he would have already invaded the deep yin qi and died of unexpectedness.

Fortunately, Qian Yining was lifeless, but he felt tightness in his chest.

He couldn't stand up for a while.

So he could only watch the old lady of the water ghost, with a hideous face and shiny nails, and walked towards Mr. Wei.

……

Mr. Wei heard the sound of footsteps wading in the water and opened his eyes.

However, he turned a blind eye to the approaching old lady of the water ghost, and only cared about reciting righteous songs.

Mr. Wei's voice was low, like Wen Tianxiang possessing his body, full of emotion in his grief.

The righteous song that came out of the mouth, word after word, turned from intangible to tangible, gathered into a ball, and turned into a whistling hurricane.

Although the hurricane was violent, the scope was not large, at most three feet.

And the old lady of the water ghost is in the middle of this three-foot hurricane.

The hurricane blew the old lady's damp clothes and hunted loudly.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. It is said that Haoran is full of people and ...... the sky is full of darkness."

Mr. Wei closed his eyes, and the more he read it, the louder his voice became.

The hurricane became more and more violent as his volume changed, and even the old lady of the water ghost, whose head was full of messy silver hair, was pulled out by the hurricane one by one.

The bald old lady of the water ghost, the white bones on her scalp are exposed, and she is very mad.

Hurricanes don't mean to stop.

The old lady of the water ghost wants to escape by jumping into the water, but she is in the eye of a hurricane and has a lot of suction.

Her feet were like they were nailed to the water in the cabin, and she couldn't pull them out of the water.

The old lady of the water ghost finally couldn't hold it anymore.

She couldn't get close to Mr. Wei, and the hand holding the rope flipped over, and her long nails, sharper than a kitchen knife, cut at once, the oil rope the thickness of a wine glass.

This small river is not a stagnant water.

At this time, the river is rising, and the current is much more turbulent than usual.

As soon as the rope broke, the boat lost its stability and spun in the water.

Although Mr. Wei closed his eyes, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he scooped the rope in his hand and stabilized the boat.

When Mr. Wei reached out to pull the rope, he was slightly distracted, and there was a moment of pause in his singing.

The old lady of the water ghost felt the pressure relieved, and she wanted to fly over at that time.

However, Mr. Wei had the rope in his hand, and immediately stabilized his mind, and continued to chant the righteous song.

This time the old lady of the water ghost, with ten long nails, was blown away by the hurricane and stripped from her fingers.

She couldn't escape, so she had to cover her ears.

After Mr. Wei read it again, it was again.

Qian Yining couldn't stand up while lying in the water, and he couldn't remember Mr. Wei clearly, so he finally read it a few times.

It's just that where Mr. Wei read the generosity of the poem, he nodded slightly and joined the beat.

"Sir, I was wrong, don't read it."

The voice of the old lady of the water ghost was like a big bell with an open mind.

As soon as these words came out, she completely gave up her resistance and knelt down in the water of the cabin.

The old lady of the water ghost is only four feet away from Mr. Wei.

After she knelt down, she kept spitting out water with her mouth open, and spit out a lot of small fish and shrimp.

After the small fish and shrimp, there were clouds of black gas one after another.

It's the ones she collects, the souls of the dead ghosts.

Mr. Wei squinted, and after seeing those black gases, the only remaining pity for the old lady of the water ghost in his heart also disappeared with the wind.

This kind of ghost thing, which doesn't know how many lives have been harmed, must not be kept!

If you stay, you will have endless troubles!

So Mr. Wei ignored the old lady's plea for mercy and continued to recite the righteous song.

Hurricanes continue to erode the old lady of the water ghost.

The facial features on her face were distorted, and her skin and flesh were blown away by the wind, revealing her white bones.

In the end, her entire ghost body was destroyed by the hurricane, turned into bits of debris and ashes, and slowly dissipated in the rain.

Heaven and earth have righteousness, and this righteousness is exported by real righteous people, which can suppress demons!

It wasn't until the old lady of the water ghost had no skin and bones left that Mr. Wei stopped.

At this time, he and Qian Yining found that the small boat under their feet had turned into a broken boat covered with slimy moss and a few loopholes at the bottom of the boat.

The river kept pouring in, and the boat was about to sink.

……

"Sir, hold on!"

With this shout, someone by the river was pulling the rope hard.

The person who came was Wen Chaotian.

Mr. Wei has not returned for a long time, Wen Chaotian is very worried, and called Ma Qianli to sum up, or go to the front road, and it is more reassuring to greet Mr.

Wen Chaotian and Ma Qianli pulled the rope on the shore, Qian Yining got up hard, and together with Mr. Wei, they also pulled the rope the boat.

After some efforts on both sides, the boat finally reached the opposite shore.

Due to the fact that there was a lot of water, the boat ran aground on the shore in the shallows.

At this time, the rain was also heard, and there was no lightning and thunder.

However, the officials who came with him were quick to catch and carried a lot of torches to illuminate the shore clearly.

Mr. Wei pointed to the boat:

"This boat is a sinking boat, when it sinks, the people on the boat must have drowned, so the ghost spirit is rampant, this will be used by the water ghosts, and this ghost boat must not be allowed to enter the water to harm people, hurry up and burn it!"

Dozens of officials swarmed up, lifted the boat to the shore, and split it into pieces.

Finally, oil was poured on the lamp, and a fire was set up to burn the boat.

Everyone's clothes were soaked in the rain, and when the boat was burned, it was just right to bake clothes.

The surface of the small river slowly tends to be calm.

Ma Qianli listened to Qian Yining's story, and was bold again, took a few officials who knew how to catch the water, found another boat, and went to the other side.

As the chief catcher, his instincts told him that the bridge must have been vandalized.

He originally just wanted to look for it, to see if he could find evidence that someone else had destroyed the bridge.

As a result, on the other side of the broken bridge, Ma Qianli had an unexpected gain.

……

After a little while, Ma Qianli came back.

came back with him, and there was a third-gear head who vomited blood.

The third gear head dripping blood on the hair villain is equivalent to swearing a blood alliance with the old lady of the water ghost.

One person and one ghost, since then, fate is tied and inseparable.

Now the old lady of the water ghost has turned into ashes, and the head of the third gear will not die soon.

"This is the mule and horse shop, Bai Qieming's men." Qian Yining whispered to Mr. Wei.

When Mr. Wei heard this, he asked Qian Yining to hold the head of the third stall, leave the crowd, and go to a secluded place.

"You must be to avenge Bai Qieming, that's why you hurt me, right?" Mr. Wei asked.

The head of the third gear was also stiff when he was dying, nodded and admitted.

"You must also be from Dongchang, why do you want to find the Duan family?" Mr. Wei asked again.

The third gear head coughed.

It is said that people are about to die, and their words are also good.

However, the third gear head, whether in the rivers and lakes or later entered the East Factory, has never been a good person.

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