What the fat man said seemed to make a lot of sense, I groaned for a while, and then said: "If the dead who drowned in the past were all done by water monsters, then they would have the same black finger prints on their bodies as this Zhou Zhixiong. But there were no such fingerprints on corpses in the past, right? ”

The fat man paused for a moment, and said, "Maybe the blister will disappear after a long time." Or, the monster doesn't have to drag his hands and feet, he can drag his hair ......"

While arguing, he found his clothes back, at this time Zhou Zhixiong had been helped by Wen Xiaoxiao and others, and there were only me and the fat man next to the ferry, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the river, flashing with ten thousand golden lights.

"Brother Ghost, what do you think is that?" The fat man squinted his eyes and pointed to the river.

Looking in the direction of his finger, a silvery-white thing rippled on the water.

I squinted for a moment and shook my head, "I can't see what it is. ”

The fat man put his hand on a pergola above his eyes, looked at it for a while, and then said, "It feels very delicate, a little like the lucky lights we have seen before." ”

If there are ten things in the world that can convince me, the fat man's eyesight can definitely rank in the top three. This guy can see clearly whether the thread exposed from the big/leg/root of the swimsuit beauty five meters away is one or two, and some things are talented, and others can't learn them.

Now that the fat man says this, then this silver-white thing is the light of luck eight times out of ten.

"Fatty, do you dare to go into the water and salvage it." I raised my chin at the thing.

"Don't dare!" The fat man replied categorically.

"Damn, don't you dare to say it so justifiably, you're really shameless."

"I'm not a stupid dick." The fat man looked at me with disdain: "Knowing that there is a water monster below, I still stupidly go down to die?" Even if you buy me 100 accident insurance, there is no such thing as being killed by water ghosts in the insurance claim. ”

"Damn, just go, don't pull it down, what kind of insurance are you talking about." I laughed and scolded, "If you go, I can protect you with thunder and lightning." ”

"Come on, I guess the water monster didn't kill me, but was killed by your thunder and lightning." The fat man looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and he is willing to go into the water even if he is killed.

To be honest, I'm just joking with the fat man, we're not fish, fighting a water monster in the water must be self-defeating, even if I can use lightning spells, but can this thing be used in the water? As the fat man said, it didn't work, the water monster didn't kill me, but was electrocuted by his own thunder and lightning.

After muttering for a while, he looked left and right, and saw that there was no one around, so he took out a bundle of mountaineering rope from the mustard seed pendant, tied dozens of knots at one end of the rope, and used these knots to form a net haphazardly, and then tied a bottle of beer in front, if this net was covered with a silver-white object, it could be pulled over.

Weighing the weight, I let out a strange cry and threw the rope holding the beer bottle out like a grenade.

With a pop, the beer bottle fell into the water more than a meter away from the silver-white thing, and it seemed that the strength was still a little smaller, so I took the rope back and threw it out again, this time with too much force, and actually exceeded the silver-white object more than three meters away.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" The fat man stepped forward and grabbed the rope, quickly retracted it, weighed the weight of the beer bottle, and roared angrily: "Ya/Butterfly!" ”

A green arc crossed the air, and the beer bottle landed exactly in front of the silver-white object, and the net I weaved just caught the silver-white object.

I was speechless for a while, damn, some things really pay attention to talent, the fat man is a beast, there are many places in his body that are talented, for example, he can also go to the big health care every day without kidney loss......

The fat man raised his eyebrows at me triumphantly, and quickly alternated his hands to pull the rope back, and in a few moments, he dragged the thing to our feet.

"What kind of garbage is this?" At the moment of seeing the silver-white object, the fat man frowned in surprise and said I looked at this silver-white object and was a little dazed, its material does look a little like the lucky light, but it is not the round can-shaped appearance of the lucky light, it feels like the lucky light was trampled flat by a brown bear, and then grabbed it in his hand and rubbed it for a while, kneaded it into a round ball, and then slapped it flat with one palm.

All in all, it's unusually weird, and it's not wrong to say it's a pile of garbage.

The only difference from the garbage may be that there is a dark red dot in the center of this strange thing, faintly flickering brightly and darkly, and it is also very dazzling on this silver-white irregular object. Isn't this thing metal? How can you float on the water without sinking?

I beckoned the fat man to stand back, but I squatted down and stretched out my finger to touch the red dot, vaguely feeling that the red dot was the key. Of course, I've already pinched the trick in my other hand, and if there's anything unusual about this silvery-white object, I'll enlarge it and electrocute it.

The fat man didn't retreat, but squatted down next to me, staring at the thing like a curious baby. I didn't bother to pay attention to him, and my fingers slowly touched the red dot.

When I finally touched the red dot, I didn't have any strange feeling, it was like touching a red glass ball, slippery, and I couldn't help but rub it.

With a clattering sound, I felt the silver-white object begin to shake, as if I had turned on a mechanism, and the silver-white object instantly began to deform, and with a click, the irregular object turned into a silver-white rod-shaped object, a bit like a corn, except that the corn was not so cold and shiny.

"What is this?" I immediately retracted my hand and asked the fat man in surprise by pointing to the fusiform object that was shaking from itself.

"It looks a little like corn." The fat man was also a little dumbfounded, no matter who fished out a strange thing in the water, and then clicked into a piece of corn, I am afraid that he would be dumbfounded.

"And what does this corn mean by shaking around?" I frowned.

His eyes turned to the fusiform object and looked at it carefully. There is a reason why it is said to resemble corn, because there are many dots protruding from the body of this thing, like corn kernels.

"Could this be the legendary press/rub/stick?" The fat man laughed suddenly.

When he said this, I looked over again, and I also smiled dumbly: "Yes, it's really a little similar." ”

Isn't this just a press/rub/stick, like a corn cob-like figure, plus those big bulges, trembling sticks...... Why, are the current presses/frictions/rods so advanced?

"Obviously, this is a kind of press/rub/stick that can be transformed at will, it can be freely transformed according to the needs of the owner, one moment into a banana, one moment into an eggplant, another into corn, another into bitter melon...... There is always one that the owner likes. The fat man squeaked and laughed, reached out and picked up the silver-white stick, and couldn't put it down/playing: "This is what the hell is called science and technology people-oriented!" ”

Just when the fat man was playing/playing, he didn't know what switch he touched, and the particles on the stick suddenly protruded several, one of which was even more protruding, like a metal ball embedded in the surface of the rod.

With a soft sigh, the fat man touched the metal ball with his fingers, and said with a smile: "What kind of function is this, is it used to stimulate the G/point?" As he spoke, he rubbed the metal ball.

I stood up and laughed, "Throw it away, this thing can't ......"

Before I could finish speaking, I was stunned, for I saw a splash of water on the river in the distance, and in the middle of the splash, a black hand swam in it. I couldn't help but shout: "Damn, fat man, look, that black hand!" ”

The fat man's whole body trembled, and he hurriedly stood up, holding the silver-white stick tightly in his hand, and looked in the direction of my finger, and was also shocked: "Damn, is this water monster crazy?" ”

As soon as the fat man stood up, the black hand stopped moving and floated motionlessly on the water.

"Grass!" I looked left and right, because it used to be a ferry, and the ground was all concrete, and I couldn't find any stones or anything like that, and when I saw the beer bottle tied to the rope on the ground, my heart moved, and I took out a bottle of beer from the mustard seed drop and smashed it at the black hand.

With a pop, the beer bottle landed about a foot next to the black hand, and sank in an instant, leaving only a circle of ripples, shaking the black hand on the water.

"Dead?" The fat man was stunned. Then he picked up the beer bottle tied to the rope on the ground, and threw it along with the rope, and the beer bottle once again landed accurately in front of the black hand, and the net made of the knot also happened to cover the black hand in it.

"Brother Ghost, get ready!" As soon as the fat man threw the stick in his hand, he was about to pull the rope, and I had already made the trick, as soon as the fat man pulled the black hand ashore, I would slash it with lightning.

By the way, now that I'm not in the water, and there's no one else in the water, why should I wait for the fat man to pull it up before releasing thunder and lightning? Wouldn't it be impossible to just split a bolt of lightning?

Just as he was about to make a move, there was a clanging sound next to him, but it was the sound of the silver-white stick falling to the ground, and with this sound, the black hand in the water actually moved again, as if it was caught by a big fish, struggling left and right in the net. However, this struggle did not last long, and after a second or two, the black hand stopped again, floating motionless on the water.

My mind was racing, could it be that this silver-white stick was a remote control? Thinking of this, I didn't care about losing the thunderbolt, so I picked up the stick and stretched out my finger to mess around with the metal ball.

Sure enough, with the mess/touch on my metal ball, the black hand rampage again, the fat man screamed, let go of his hand, took two steps back, and cursed: "Damn, this water monster is really crazy, almost pulled Lao Tzu into the water...... Hey, ghost brother, what are you doing? At this time, are you still in the mood to play press/motorcycle/stick? ”