At this time, although it was the third watch in the middle of the night, the lights in Chailu Village were bright, especially by the Lujiang River at the edge of the village, there were messy candles swaying, and scattered crowds.

Looking at the deep and dark river, there is obviously the glow of the candle flame, but it is still dim and dark, and the villagers standing by the river holding the candle torch feel the chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"Four more died... Village Chief, are those people really reliable?" a slightly young man was looking at a small boat in the distance on the river, and said worriedly.

The old man standing beside this man, the wrinkles on his face trembled, his expression did not change, he was holding an old wooden pipe, slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette, and said in an undeniable tone: "It's not a bad thing to give it a try." ”

The man was still worried: "It's like this every five years, we've tried so many times and we haven't solved it, isn't that young man—"

"Ahem. The old man's cough interrupted the man's words, he took off the pipe with his hand, knocked the man's shoulder, and said in a calm tone: "The little baby of the Zhang family, there are some things, just rot in the stomach." ”

The man surnamed Zhang was full of excitement, and he couldn't help but say, "Yes... Be... I understand..."

The old man nodded, turned away, and commanded, "If it's still as usual... Then it's business as usual, the life and death of those strangers, they have their own counts. ”

The young man didn't dare to say much, so he could only glance at the boat in the river again, sighed, stomped his feet, drove away the chill on his body, and hurriedly trotted to keep up with the old man's pace.

The old man's words, this surnamed Zhang is very clear, the village chief's meaning is nothing more than to tell him: Don't care about the life and death of those outsiders!

The indifference in the village chief's words made him feel more and more cold, thinking of everything in the village in the past, he could only let the young man ask for more blessings.

At this moment, the white-shirted young man who was sitting on a boat in the river was closing his eyes and concentrating, carefully calculating the time. After another hour and a half, the young man opened his eyes and said to himself: "It should be a while before it starts, as long as Lao Liu doesn't make a mistake and finishes this ticket, he can live happily for a while." ”

"Those old-fashioned hillbillies, do you really believe in water ghosts to hook people, if there are really so many water ghosts, wouldn't the world have been chaotic a long time ago?" the young man sighed.

While speaking, the corners of the young man's mouth couldn't help but appear with an ambiguous smile, and he said with a smile: "Hehe, I haven't patronized Long'er's business in Xiangyue Building for a long time, and I don't know if her skills have improved..."

Obviously, the young man on the Lujiang boat is a charlatan who specializes in exorcism and ghost hunting for others.

In fact, this white-clothed young man who is only twenty-three or four years old is named Xue Chuan, and he is the small leader of a gangster gang in the south of Donglai.

Whether it is pretending to be a ghost to scare people, or forcibly lying after the East Window incident, it is inseparable from Xue Chuan's "diligence and hard work".

It is strange to say that this Xue Chuan is obviously a smart and clever reader, but he has embarked on a crooked path, and what is even more strange is that when people gritted their teeth and scolded this handsome liar in his face, he was not ashamed but proud, and often used his trademark sinister laughter to mock those fools before leaving in style.

In Xue Chuan's opinion, those stupid people whose brains can't turn around are only worthy of willingly giving away their silver taels.

"However, on this mid-June day, why is it so cold at night?" Xue Chuan only felt a slight coolness around him, and couldn't help but tighten his clothes and muttered a few words.

However, in the distance that Xue Chuan couldn't see, there were wisps of white mist slowly spreading out of the deep river that connected with the dark night.

At this time, on the shore, the young adults in Chailu Village, who were guarding the banks of the river, were slightly aware of something wrong, and the bolder ones stretched out their arms and shook their legs, muttering in their hearts, and the less timid ones turned white, and the tendons of the calves were also a little trembling.

And the person who was also counting the time like Xue Chuan, that is, the leader of the deception gang, a tall and thin man with a shaved head, also frowned.

He squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to see through the darkness under the river, and leaned forward. In his perception, there seemed to be something indescribable, slowly converging.

The tall and thin man leaned down and took a few steps forward, and the whole person was only a few feet away from the calm river, but the closer he got to the river, the more strange the tall and thin man's heart felt.

Looking at his blurred face reflected in the river, the tall and thin man seemed to suddenly see something, held his breath, and approached the river again.

In the eyes of the tall and thin man, there seemed to be something under his own reflection in the lake.

Three-foot, two-foot, one-foot, the soles of the tall and thin man's shoes have been soaked by the river along the river, but he is still frowning and looking at the reflection of the river, and his body is once again close to the river.

"That's...."The tall and thin man seemed to have made some discoveries, and he couldn't help but want to take another step forward, but at this moment, a hand was on his shoulder, and he walked forward with a pause.

"Master Liu, are you about to start practicing the Dharma?" A trembling voice sounded, and the tall and thin man known as Master Liu turned around and saw a young man holding a torch, looking at him nervously.

The man surnamed Liu nodded, turned around, patted the young man on the shoulder, and walked to the land, saying in his mouth: "Don't worry, it'll be fine, when the practice is completed, the problems in your village can be eradicated!"

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked a little cringe: "However, I heard the old man in the village say that the weirdness in this river is not small, and there used to be accidents every few years, unless—"

"Xiao Liu'er, what are you talking about? Why don't you come here and stand guard!" another deep voice interrupted the young man's words, and the two who were talking looked up to see that it was Zhang Huai, a man who had been following the village chief.

The young man answered, said sorry to the tall and thin man, and then trotted in front of Zhang Huai, bowing his head and being scolded by Zhang Huai.

The tall and thin man chewed on the young man's words, but he didn't pay much attention to it, so he shook his head and walked in the direction of Zhang Huai.

The tall and thin man turned his head, and sure enough, he saw that the river was beginning to be shrouded in a thick fog that came from nowhere, and the boat that Xue Chuan was riding could only vaguely see a shadow.

"It's not good, the fog has a small field of vision, and when the time comes, I'm afraid it will be much more difficult to act, if something goes wrong, it will be difficult to deal with, these villagers are not stupid..."The tall and thin man thought silently.

According to the arrangement, he, Liu Feng, stayed on the shore with a few brothers to respond, and coaxed everyone as Master Liu, while the other brothers wore special equipment and emerged from the bottom of the water to play the role of water ghosts. And Xue Chuan took the fire plaster that had already been prepared to burst into flames, and created a good show of ghost hunting.

And now that there is fog in the river, not only will the scene of ghost hunting be greatly reduced, but even whether those "water ghosts" can successfully find the boat is still a problem.

Liu Feng was in a hurry here, and inadvertently looked up, but saw that on the hazy boat, in addition to Xue Chuan, who was sitting cross-legged, there was another half-seated figure.

Liu Feng's eyelids jumped, but he was furious, and scolded secretly in his heart: Sure enough, it was a few unreliable waste baskets, and they couldn't hold their breath when they saw the fog, and they hurriedly showed their faces before the time came, disrupting the whole plan!

"No, we have to go and arrange it in advance while they haven't messed up everything yet!" Liu Feng spat and planned to rush to the pre-booked location to advance the previous preparation plan.

However, a chaotic footstep attracted his attention, and not far away, three or four young men rushed over with another dying young man, and when the leader saw Liu Feng, he anxiously shouted: "Master Liu!

Seeing Liu Feng stunned in place, the young man couldn't help but be even more anxious: "Master Liu, we haven't been looking for a suitable herb for a long time, I'm afraid we have to go to the town's medical hall to find the medicine!"

Liu Feng looked at the five of them in a daze, and it took a long time before swallowing a mouthful of saliva, twisting his neck stiffly, and looking at Xiaozhou in the fog:

"Since you're all here, who's that one on the ship?"

Xue Chuan on the boat had already discovered the unusual dense fog around him, and he even noticed that the temperature around him was becoming cold at an incredible speed, making him let out warm white smoke when he breathed.

"What's the situation? shouldn't it be this weather today?" Xue Chuan was also a little weak, and couldn't help but turn around, trying to see the figures of his own people in the thick fog, so that he could feel a little at ease.

However, Mo said that it was those "own people" who didn't have time to enter the water at all, and even the candlelight on the shore was drowned in darkness.

Xue Chuan tentatively whispered a few times, but received no response, and even the sound of insects and birds gradually subsided, and the entire boat fell into a mysterious silence.

Xue Chuan, who felt a little bad, stood up, looked left and right again, gritted his teeth and planned to turn around and pick up the oar, no matter what the plan was, go back to the shore first.

However, just before Xue Chuan turned around, a woman's chuckle sounded behind him, and then a quiet and ethereal voice was heard: "Little boy, it's so late, are you still interested in coming to this river to enjoy the scenery?"

Xue Chuan chuckled in his heart, and the blood on his body flowed to the soles of his feet at the same time, and his face was extremely pale.