Calm returned to the shore.

A slender figure leaped silently into the water, stirring up only a small and faint spray.

As soon as the figure entered the water, the dark short was soaked in water and stuck to the body, and the figure was exquisite, and it was vaguely visible that it was a young girl.

The young girl is extremely dexterous in the water, and the water of the ghost river is turbid, especially under the water, although there is no such thing as aquatic plants to block it, but the underwater reef is full of turbulent undercurrents, and the eyes are even more difficult to see.

But the girl was very familiar with the underwater situation, and soon swam to the water where the sack had been thrown, and found the sack that was slowly sinking.

The man in the sack seemed to be exhausted, and the struggle became smaller and smaller.

The young girl's face changed, and she quickly caught up with her, grabbed the mouth of the sack, drew her dagger, and cut the twine tightly bound to the sack.

The pressure of the rope on his body suddenly relaxed, and the person in the sack writhed and struggled again as if he had been reborn.

The young girl hurriedly pulled the sack off with difficulty.

The young man in the sack showed his head, and when he saw the girl's face, his eyes widened in astonishment.

"Gollum" A string of bubbles spat out of his mouth.

His face flushed.

The girl raised her head without hesitation, put her mouth on the mouth of the young man, and took a breath of relief.

Young Lang Jun's eyes widened in horror, and a faint imperceptible crimson cloth fell on his cheeks.

The girl didn't have the slightest thought, and when she was angry, she grabbed the young man by the collar with her backhand and dragged him to the shore, not forgetting to stuff the sack into his hand.

He swam slower than he had come, and the young girl had stopped to give him another breath.

Young Lang Jun was almost out of breath, not suffocated, but frightened.

She insulted him, once was not enough, and twice insulted!

He seriously suspected that this female rascal was here to rub oil!

The young girl climbed ashore first, and dragged the young man ashore with great difficulty.

The two of them lay crookedly in the mud, their wet clothes covered with mud.

A gust of wind came, and the clothes soaked through the river stuck to their bodies, wet and cold.

Young Langjun shuddered, then coughed twice, and vomited a few mouthfuls of fishy river water before he truly believed that he had regained his life.

He lived, survived.

He was overjoyed, and suddenly rolled over and hugged the young girl next to him.

"Ouch! How dare you kick me!" As soon as he hugged the girl, he was kicked in the knee and screamed in pain.

His knees are going to break!

The most poisonous woman's heart!

The young girl took the opportunity to stand up and said expressionlessly, "Take off your clothes!"

"What!" The young man grabbed the placket of his shirt and replied shyly, "Here? Even if I look like a celestial, you can't be hungry here, can you?"

He can now be sure that this female rascal has either come to save him or to rub oil!

The young girl glanced at the young man with an indifferent expression: "Can you take it off?"

"Take it off? Take it off!" Young Lang Jun uncovered the wet belt, it was already soaked anyway, and it was uncomfortable to wear, so it was better to take it off and dry it, and it would be more comfortable when wearing it for a while.

He thought so in his heart, but the words that came out of his mouth were obviously looking for a draw: "Kiss all the kisses, it's nothing to see each other shirtless, I endure it!" I won't let you be responsible for me!"

The young girl pursed her lips disdainfully, made a vomiting motion, took a set of gray short punches from behind the stone and threw it in front of the shirtless young Langjun, without even looking at him: "Put it on."

The young man shook his clothes, saying that it was a gray short, but the patches on it were stacked one by one, and he really didn't see it.

The sour smell of the garment made him breathe.

He grinned, a look of disgust: "This, how to wear it?" He patted his white skin: "Is it worthy of my precious body?"

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"Love to wear it or not!" The young girl sneered, didn't say anything, and snatched the wet clothes that the young man had taken off.

"You!" The young Lang Jun was speechless for a moment, so he had to reluctantly put his clothes on his body.

The young girl pursed her lips and dragged a sleek man from behind the stone.

To be precise, it should be a corpse, without the slightest scar on its body, but it has no breath, and it is already dead.

The young Lang Jun had just changed his pants and was tying the sweat towel around his waist, when he raised his eyes and saw this scene, he jumped eight feet away with a snort: "This, this, what is this?"

"Dead people? You haven't seen a dead man?" The young girl slowly put the wet clothes he had taken off over the corpse.

The corners of the young Lang Jun's mouth twitched slightly: "Who hasn't seen a dead person!" I've never seen a dead man stripped naked!" As he spoke, he suddenly realized, frowned and asked, "He, did you strip naked?" Perverted!"

The young girl raised her eyebrows, "Yes, aren't you wearing the clothes you have taken off?"

The young Lang Jun was stunned, the hand holding the sweat towel was unconsciously released, and he shook his hand frantically for a while, as if he had been bitten by the sweat towel, and the corners of his lips trembled: "You, I, you, are you alive or dead!"

The young girl looked at the young man like a fool: "Isn't it a hooligan to pick it up alive? Of course, it's a dead pickpocket."

Hearing this, the young man was about to cry, and wanted to take off the clothes of the dead man he was wearing, but seeing that the girl had already put his clothes on the dead man, he wanted to cry without tears.

This is really, let the dead wear the clothes of the living, and let the living have no clothes to wear!.

After cleaning up the body, the young girl stuffed him into a sack and tied it up again, called the young man to come and help, and threw the sack back into the river, stirring up layers of waves.

"Alright, I can delay it for a while, let's go." The young girl raised her eyes and looked the young man up and down, feeling that it was always a little awkward.

The young man pulled the hem of his clothes, and smiled as if crying: "The clothes are a little short."

The young girl shook her head, "No, it's a little white." She grabbed a handful of mud and wiped it vigorously on the young Langjun's face and neck.

The young Langjun couldn't avoid the young girl's claws, and jumped to his feet and muttered, "Tap, tap you, it hurts, it hurts."

"It hurts!" The young girl slapped the young man on the forehead: "My life is almost gone, and I still cry out in pain!"

"Didn't I save my life?" Young Lang Jun smiled shyly: "If I pinch my fingers, you will come to save me."

"You can do the math, but did you calculate that you are going to wear the clothes of the dead?"

"......" the young man was speechless, "Where are we going?"

"Into the city? Are you still planning to spend the New Year in a ghost market?"

"I'm not going, I'm like this, in a moment, I'll be the biggest laughing stock in Chang'an City from now on!"

"You think you weren't before?"

"......" Young Lang Jun made a mistake and suddenly smiled, "You have just despised me, you have to be responsible for me."

The young girl raised her foot, put a foot on the young man's leg, and kicked him to stumble: "You roll me back into the river!"

"Don't, if you didn't save me just now, you won't save me when you die, and now you kick it down, it's murder of your husband!" The young Lang Jun's face is not red and his heart is not beating, and the words he is looking for are like a surging river.

The young girl was remorseful, and regretted that she had fished this dog skin plaster out of the river, so she should have let him soak in the ghost river, soak white and swollen, and see if he still had the strength to talk nonsense.

There are few people in the ghost market at this hour, most of them are people who are hurrying out, there is no boat on the ghost river, and people who want to cross the river look at the river and sigh, it seems that they can only leave after dark.

The young girl and the young man stood by the river, the surging water covering the soles of their shoes.

"Well, how can you go without a boat?" Young Lang Jun frowned slightly.

"Swim over."

"What? Swim over?" Young Langjun opened his mouth wide

"You're crazy!" He moved his hands and feet: "I was just fed soft muscles by those people, and I can't swim over." He glanced at the young girl cautiously, "Why don't you wait until it gets dark and there is a boat?"

"No!" The young girl categorically refused: "There are many dreams at night, you have to get out of here as soon as possible."

"Then, why don't you carry me?" Young Lang Jun asked tentatively.

The young girl glanced at the young man, "Is it okay to have a face?"

"......," the young man laughed twice.

The young girl sighed helplessly.

Save people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west.

Who let this person be her big backer in the future?

She thought for a moment, and after a detour behind the boulder, the sound of rustling sounded, and after a moment she came out with an ochre-colored tarpaulin garment, and puffed out her cheeks and blew in.

Young Lang Jun was stunned and shocked.

He watched as the oilcloth robe was blown up, and then he realized that it was a strange-looking waist-length short armor.

The young girl sealed the place where she was blowing, and handed the bijia to the young man, "Put it on."

Young Lang Jun was stunned: "This, how to wear it?" What is this for?"

The young girl was a little impatient, and put the bijia on the young man's body, fastened the strings on both sides firmly, and stuffed a reed rod into his mouth.

She took a step back, carefully examined the young man who was already stunned, and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, you can go into the water."

The young man had forgotten to resist and let the young girl drag him into the water.

The cold river water soaked his body, and the young Langjun shook his spirit, only to sink into the water, and the fear of impending death grabbed his mind again.

He flipped a few times and found that he had not sunk into the water, but had always floated on the surface.

He slapped the water twice with his hands and feet, and said in surprise: "Hey, strange, why can't it sink, eh, is this the use of this bijia, how did you do it."

The young girl led the way, and swam straight to the other side, without replying, "Shut up, because you have nowhere to use your strength?"

Young Langjun shrunk his neck.

The girl is so fierce, he is so scared!

The ghost river looks spacious, and it is indeed spacious to swim in, which is extremely laborious.

When the two of them swam to the opposite shore, they were panting and exhausted.

The two of them collapsed on the shore like two dead fish.

The young girl lay down for only a moment, and after breathing steadily, a carp jumped up and kicked the young man: "Get up."

The young Lang Jun snorted: "Rest for a while, rest for a while, your legs are weak."

The young girl's ears moved slightly, and her face sank: "Get up quickly, a boat is coming."

Young Lang Jun suddenly bounced up from the ground and looked at the misty water.

There was a grayish-cyan mist on the water, and there were no boat lights on at this time, and standing on the shore, it was impossible to see the situation on the other side at all, and even on the water.

But in the silence, the rhythmic sound of the water is exceptionally clear.

The young Lang Jun, who had just escaped death, was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and said with a heartbreak, "No, come to arrest me, right?"

The young girl pursed her lips and walked away calmly with her back in her footsteps, stepping on the mud, not making a sound of footsteps, but leaving deep footprints.

Seeing this, the young Langjun suddenly realized, and also followed his back, leaving a series of footprints in the opposite direction of leaving.

Soon after the two left, a large boat stopped where the two had just stopped, and several big men in black jumped ashore and examined the footprints on the ground, and one of the big men turned his head and said, "Mu Shenge, it's two people, look at the footprints are a man and a woman. But the strange thing is that there are only footprints of coming, not of leaving."

As soon as the words fell, someone in the canopy let out a soft "huh", and the hull of the boat shook slightly, and a thin man with a depressed temperament bent down and walked out of the canopy and went ashore.

Bow of the ship

A dim lone lamp flickered, illuminating the man's face.

This person is Li Sheng, who has rarely appeared since he entered Beijing, but I don't know what he has experienced, he will lose weight to the current appearance of no one and no ghost, and he will also live in a place like a ghost market.

Li Shengyi stood in front of the two lines of footprints, looked down, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light appeared.

"Where do these two people's footprints lead?" Li Sheng asked lightly.

One of the big men in black whispered, "The footprints suddenly disappeared on the main street."

"Let's see." Li Sheng said lightly.

The man in black hurriedly led the way.

The footprints stretched from the shore to the end of the mud, and the main street was paved with irregular bluestone slabs, which did not leave half a footprint.

Sure enough, as the big man in black said, the footprints of these two people seemed to have been suddenly cut off, and they stopped abruptly at the edge of the mud.

Li Sheng lowered his head and looked at it for a moment, then slowly raised his head and saw several piles of stones piled up beside the road.

He wandered his gaze along the pile of stones to a house not far away.

There were no footprints on the stone or the house, but a piece of gray tile had fallen from the edge of the house next to the hole, and the traces were still fresh.

He pursed his lips and smiled coldly, "They threw people down with their own hands?"

"Yes, if you see people sink to the bottom before leaving, you must be dead." The black-clothed man said.

The smile on Li Sheng's face became even colder: "Really?"

The corners of the black-clothed man's lips twitched, he could have been sure, throwing a person into the ghost river to drown, can such a simple thing be done, those three people are not stupid!

But now looking at Li Sheng's smiling appearance, he shuddered, and he couldn't be sure.

He opened his mouth and swallowed back the words that came out of his mouth.

Li Sheng squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, such a treacherous act, a girl with a treacherous smile suddenly appeared in his heart.

He chuckled in his heart, the footprints of two people, a man and a woman, if the woman was really the girl who was treacherous and indistinguishable, both good and evil, they would chase after it now, I am afraid that it would be in vain.

He was silent for a moment, and finally didn't know what to do, and waved his hand, "Withdraw."

The man in black was stunned for a moment, then quickly came back to his senses, and the group boarded the boat again and crossed the ghost river while the fog was misty.

The riverbank was silent, and the mud on the river beach was trampled with footprints, covering the footprints left by the two men just now.

Bright sunlight poured down from the hole and shone on the roof of the house, which was missing a gray tile.

A pile of dry wood moved at the back of the house, and the young girl crawled out of it, both hands and feet.

She stretched out her hand and pulled the young Lang Jun out.

The two of them sat on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a good thing they didn't search carefully, otherwise we would have been thrown into the river again." The young Lang Jun was frightened, and patted his heart.

The young girl rolled her eyes sharply, "If you hadn't stepped on a piece of tile, we'd have run out right now!"

The young Lang Jun laughed dryly: "It's too high, I'm afraid!"

"......" The young girl was speechless, rolled her eyes to the sky, stood up and patted the dust and sawdust off her body, "Let's go."

The young man followed: "Where are you going?"

The young girl looked at the young man like a fool: "I have to ask you, do you want to go back to the house, or go to Yuhua Mountain."

The young Lang Jun only thought for a moment, and looked at the bright sunshine at the entrance of the cave: "Returning to the house is a self-throwing net, there must already be a me on Yuhua Mountain, and when I suddenly appear at this time, it really becomes a fake."

The young girl smiled deeply, "You can see it clearly."

"......" Young Langjun shook his head self-deprecatingly, "I'm a gentleman, not stupid!"

He pondered for a moment, and finally made up his mind: "It's the Longtan Tiger's Den, and I'm going to break through it too."

Young girl

The long eyebrows raised: "It's just right, see what Ghost Li looks like on Yuhua Mountain."

"Surely not as good-looking as me!"

"yes, it must be uglier than you!"