"So what now?"

Niangniang pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "Isn't this place unclean anyway?" It's better to let them see it, and be brave enough to cooperate with us, if you don't have the courage to get out of it as soon as possible. ”

His eyes were originally slender, and when he spoke, he narrowed slightly, inexplicably a little sinister. I always felt that he was a lot more grumpy when he went out of Beijing this time, and I didn't agree with his ideas. As he said, he actually wanted to use the ghost of the river to raise a storm and make those people retreat.

The reason why I don't dare to agree is also funny. We waited with bated breath for most of the night, and the riverside was calm, and there was no scene from last night. Working day and night, the shed has been basically completed, and the line has been erected. Vehicles are coming one after another, and it is estimated that they will be able to raze the old house to the ground in less than two days.

Niangniang also found that it was not a way to wait like this, so she made up for it.

I sometimes hate why I listen to him like this, and I repeatedly challenge my mental limits. In the dark of night, I crawled along the outer wall of the old house, tiptoeing close to the shed.

The long bridge was on the west side of the house, and their shed was set up outside the house not far from the bridge. These people were very cautious and knew that there was something strange about the house, so they did not directly enter it. Headlights were erected on the construction site, and the place that illuminated it was like daylight. The workers were dressed in a variety of styles, and it appears that most of them were improvisedly recruited locals. The shed is a simple white house with tools stacked outside.

I hid behind my room to calm myself down, turned out and picked out a hard hat to put on. These people were really careless, and I was still untying the rope of the white glove, and someone told me to come and carry something with them.

Isn't God helping me? I nodded busily and smirked. Looking at the past, a small truck was just steady. It was stacked with bottled water and some bread, ham and sausages and the like. The guy who had just called me jumped into the car, and I happened to be tall, so I picked up what he handed me under the car.

There was a lot of stuff, and just the two of us were here, and we were busy for an hour before emptying the body. The driver urged several times, saying that he had to rush to transport the next trip.

Someone shouted something, and the person next to him answered. Seeing that I was still clubbing, I was dissatisfied and asked me to hurry up and move these things to the simple house, so that everyone would have food when the work was stopped.

I was hoping for him to go, so I quickly agreed. The unloading place was actually at the door of the simple room, I picked up the bucket of water and put it in the water dispenser, looked around to see that no one was paying attention, and then pulled out the bucket and used it again according to the way I dealt with the wolf green.

During the whole process, I didn't realize that it was harmful, and I even had the pleasure of succeeding. It wasn't until the workers stopped working that I realized that it was in the wilderness.

I've seen the reaction of the wolf, and I thought the same is true for people. I don't want to be fierce anymore Dogs also have an innate obedience to humans, but people are different, and I can't control the scene at all. It's like throwing a cigarette butt into a colony of ants, and these people scatter and run in all directions. Running and shouting, the heart-rending howl spread far and wide in the empty night sky.

In less than a minute, I was the only one standing at the door of the simple house in the construction site that was still lively just now. When I reacted, the first action was to chase, everyone else was fine, just called me that, why are you so brainless? While shouting that there was a ghost and running in the direction of the riverbank, I was convinced.

This place is not far from the river, the ground is smooth, and in the blink of an eye, you can hear a loud sound of water waves. I said in my heart: End! The guy plunged headlong into the river.

"Ouch, you're stupid!"

I'm anxious and can't hold back my joy, my mother is treating him as me. Sure enough, when I arrived, Niangniang had already heroically driven the boat to salvage the people. To go into further detail, it was to knock people out and catch them up, otherwise he would be really difficult to deal with.

The man was dead, and the mother rowed to the desk, ready to hand him over to me.

"What about the others?"

I looked back and told him that he was long gone, but that the others weren't as stupid as the ones on the boat. When the mother heard this, she exploded, and scolded in a thin voice: "Your uncle, I'm also on the boat, you are a personal vendetta!" ”

I stood on the shore and was bold, and I was not afraid of him, so I replied: "You two can be regarded as a hundred years of cultivation to cross the same boat, do you still have to ......?"

Wait, how many people are on board?

Reflecting the moonlight, the river is bright, but the things on the boat are dark and indistinguishable. When I looked at it this way, in addition to the lady standing at the stern of the boat paddling, there was something moving in the bow of the boat. The movement was very strange, scurrying around like a spasm before vomiting. It's just that Niangniang's eyes are always looking for a suitable place to land, and she didn't notice it.

"You threw the man on the bow of the ship?"

"You know a?" The mother scolded sharply: "When I am you, I will forget it?" The bow of the ship is not ...... it! ”

He picked up the oar and held it in the air, like a submachine gun, straight at the bulging bulge at the bow. I saw it, it was the tarpaulin!

I have to praise Niangniang for not being in danger, I realized that it was the catfish thighs that almost didn't ** when they moved. He struck first, slammed the thing off the boat with a slam with the oars.

The moment the rain cloth entered the water, a very piercing howl sounded out of thin air, as if it came from the water. I subconsciously called out to him, and he turned around in the white miserable moonlight, his face blank.

The gloomy poet Li He once had two poems describing the mountains: the stone veins flow water and the spring drips sand, and the ghost lamp is like a lacquer dot pine flower. I never understood how the autumn forest with tinkling spring water could be described by him as a hell of phosphorus and fire. I really experienced it and realized that it was not just a ghost lamp, it was simply a night walk of a hundred ghosts.

The night wind suddenly tightened, blowing so that people could not open their eyes. The branches of the old willow tree fluttered horizontally, pumping hot pain in my face.

I don't know if it's the wind or whose cry is really it, and with this creepy whimper, a gray-blue shimmer floats on the surface of the river. The fishing boat on the bend of the river was fragile like a fluttering leaf, and the mother was still holding the oars, standing stiffly. Faced with the strange situation in front of and behind him, I don't know which side to guard against. His face was white for a while and blue for a while, and if there were really ghosts in the world, it would probably be like this.

"!"

I didn't know what to do, so I instinctively called out to him. I don't know what strength this sound gave him, he let out a cold "phew" and quickly picked up the thick rope on the boat and threw it to me.

The rope was soaked in water, and he threw it so accurately that it hit my thigh right so that it didn't break in the air. I was smashed, but fortunately, I reacted quickly enough to hug me. I didn't care about the pain, so I sat down on the spot and lowered my body, and fixed the rope tightly, and the lady over there came to the front in three or two clicks.

I'm almost out of strength when I pull him up, my arms and thighs are shaking, and I really have to catch my breath when I want to run. He had rushed forward two steps, but suddenly looked back at Jiangli and cursed something. Ignoring the surging of the river, he turned back and dragged the man on the boat.

I took advantage of this moment to catch my breath, and he pulled two handfuls, and most of the man's body was already on the shore. The mother kicked the boat away and sat on the ground in a shock.

"Shenxing, you can't help it?"

"Huh?" This sentence is completely inertia, I understand it, but this second I see it more clearly, a big ship appeared on the other side of the river silently!