The sound of the rushing water replaced the sound of the thin man, and the sparkling river replaced the thin man's face.

I saw the river...... Riverbank...... Residential buildings by the river......

With a whoosh, something fell into the water.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw the old fisherman sitting on the bank of the river, rod in hand, staring motionless at the surface of the river.

A ghost walked past the bottom of the river with an expressionless face.

I somehow knew that this was the soul that went to be reincarnated. In the upper reaches of the river, there is a place arranged by the prefecture, and there are ghosts waiting there.

The old man sat on the shore, ignoring the reincarnated soul.

In a blink of an eye, the river was still the same river, and the old man's breath had changed.

The hook floated to the soul's mouth, and the line wrapped around the soul's body.

The old man put away his rod and pulled the soul to the shore.

Before the soul could hit the ground, the scene I saw changed again.

The building is gone.

To be exact, the high-rise building is missing. The buildings on the bank and the embankment have changed dramatically, as if they have become a set in the film and television city.

The old man also changed his clothes, and the fishing rod in his hand was not a professional fishing rod, but a bamboo rod.

There are still souls walking in the river, and there are funeral processions on the bank that are playing and singing, and the cries are shaking the sky.

The old man raised his head slightly and glanced at the funeral procession.

Someone in the team threw something into the river, like fish fry, mixed with incense, candles, and paper money.

The river was muddy, hiding the good soul at the bottom of the river.

The old man put away the fishing rod and watched the funeral procession go away.

In the blink of an eye, the riverside buildings and embankments became even older. This kind of old is not the old caused by daily wear and tear, but the old in form and style. The time should have come much earlier.

The old man was still sitting on the shore, only this time I found out that he was alive.

Suddenly, there was a shadow in the river, and the whole surface of the river darkened.

The old man subconsciously thought that there was a school of fish passing by.

His fishing line hanging in the water caught something, and it immediately tensed.

The old man stood up excitedly, resisting the pressure from the fishing line.

The waves roll in the river.

Suddenly, something popped up.

I saw that the black thing looked like a water weed, but it made people feel weird.

The old man lost his mind slightly, and the strength of his hand loosened.

Hula! Whoa!

The old man was dragged into the river at once.

As he was thrashing in the water, he saw that he was surrounded by people who were standing.

Those people were all dressed as outcasts, and they were not covered with clothes. They didn't look at the old man, they just crowded the river to the brim and headed in one direction. There was a numbing look on everyone's face.

The old man was so carried that he could not swim up the river. He struggled with these fools.

Inside, there was extreme horror. There is the horror of death, and there is the horror of this strange phenomenon.

He kept squeezing through the crowd around him, holding his breath, but not for long.

He spat bubbles out of his mouth and had already drunk water.

The old man seemed to be aware of nothing, and was still struggling instinctively.

He finally grabbed the dirt and squeezed it out of those souls.

The old man climbed ashore.

As soon as he turned around, he saw shadows in the water.

A slight splash could not obstruct the old man's vision. This time he saw clearly, the water was dense, and it was all ghosts.

The old man immediately thought of the outcasts outside the city. Displaced people fleeing famine...... I heard that there was a plague outside the city......

He saw a little incongruity in the neat queue of ghosts.

The ghosts were carrying something and moving on.

The old man's fear suddenly rose.

He could see the thing's face. His face!

The old man collapsed on the bank of the river in a state of distraction.

He was wet, but the water ran down his body and fell on the dirt, leaving no trace.

He's dead.

The old man snorted.

"Whew!" I was awakened by the shivering sensation at that moment.

The fat man had already parked his car on the side of the road, and both he and the thin man looked at me with concern.

"Brother Qi, are you too tired? Got side effects? The thin man asked.

I looked at his expression, reached out and wiped it, and found myself sweating all over my head.

"Hmm...... I'm a little tired......"

"Why don't you do this today? I'll send you back first, shall we? If there is anything, I will talk about it tomorrow. The thin man said.

I didn't answer.

I'm in a mess.

I already had a hunch about what I was seeing.

The flashback time, the flashback thing, also represents the reversal of the past......

The first thing that is changed is the time that is close to reality, and then the past is further affected.

This is ridiculous!

It's like a chicken-and-egg problem. There is probably no solution to this problem. But to put it another way, did modern humans come first, or did they come before ape-man? Anyone can give an affirmative answer.

What I saw was a reversal of this natural law.

First there is the ghost king, then there are the rules of the ghost king, and then, even earlier, the origin of the ghost king and the process of the death of the ghost king......

It's like someone needs to install a ghost king somewhere, so he finds a ghost, casually arranges the past events to his head, and in the end, he really becomes a ghost king with a long history and various local legends!

How is this possible!

A normal, logical situation should be reversed!

Did I misunderstand that what I saw was just a simple "flashback"?

Wrong...... That ghost uncle......

That's how that ghost uncle was planted......

When I think about it, my head hurts again.

I saw the quaint building, and the candles in the interior did not have a strong light. Silhouette of a person on a paper window.

A tiptoeing man in black appeared in front of my eyes. Dressed in his night clothes, he approached the window and slammed it in.

Windows shattered, and screams rang from inside.

I only had one glimpse of the room and saw the light of the candles go out.

What happened in the dark was fleeting.

On the street, jumping children sing nursery rhymes.

“…… The black thief came home, blew out the candles, stabbed his father eleven times, and stabbed his mother twelve times......"

“…… When the sun goes down, don't light the lights. Black thief, come home......"

In the blink of an eye, the crowd surrounded me.

I saw a crowd around a platform, with a big knife in his hand, and the man kneeling in front of him was Uncle Ghost.

The broadsword was raised high.

Uncle Ghost, who was kneeling on the ground with a hemp rope tied to his body, suddenly laughed strangely.

"I'm going to be a ghost, and I'm going to kill you again! When the sun goes down, don't light the lights! Black thief, come home! ”

Burst!

In the uproar of the crowd, the head rolled down to my feet.

I looked at his wide-eyed eyes and hideous expression, and then looked around.

The panic of the crowd is not fake.

It was the executioner and the officials and officials who presided over the beheading all looked panicked.

The crowd scattered and fled.

I was hit and I didn't feel anything.

The man passed through where I was, and as soon as he left, the guillotine was gone, and it became a lake.

A group of people carried a cage made of bamboo to the river.

I could only watch from afar.

What did they say, and then ...... The bamboo cage was thrown into the water.

My eyes widened and I could see the figure inside the cage.

It's the water ghost!

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