Insert the key, twist it, the headlights emit a white light, and the wind twists the front of the car unreasonably and turns away.

Although he can't use the spirit entanglement, it doesn't mean that he can't, just because he can't use it, some simple little spirit entanglement, he still knows how to operate.

Jiang Hao was involved in the people concerned, if she was still like ordinary people, she didn't have the ability to protect herself, it was too dangerous, he now promised to teach her to practice, and he also wanted to find a cultivation method that suited her.

If there is anyone in the world who is the most suitable to be her initiating master, it really has to be him.

After all, in fact, now he knows her body better than Jiang Hao himself.

Suddenly, a cool wind hit, and with moisture, he found himself on the edge of the Xiangjiang River.

The Xiangjiang River stretches for a long time, and he has a section of the river road from school to incense candles.

Maybe it's about to rain, the stars and moon are not visible tonight, the sky is dark, there are not many people by the riverside, the stalls and aunts are all gone, and the street lamps in a row seem deserted.

It rained for a month one after another, the Xiangjiang River rose a lot, the river water was turbulent a lot, the water level rose by more than one meter, and a lot of garbage could be seen floating on the river surface under the weak lights at night.

The wind passing by the battery unreasonably saw several young men and women by the river, laughing one after another, setting off fireworks, smoking and light.

There are no stars and moons tonight, they are the only light by the river.

"It's really interesting." He sighed and was about to leave on a small battery.

"Brother, can you come here and do me a favor?"

Suddenly stopped, looked left and right, to make sure it was called himself.

"Handsome guy, are you calling you, can you come over and help take a picture of us?"

Feng Wuli has to pay for this handsome guy: "Yes." ”

He stopped and came to the river, where there were mostly fireworks poles on the ground, and there were sticks that would glow and rotate on the ground, and the sticks inserted in the ground were spraying sparks, and each person had several fireworks poles in their hands, blue or orange firelight, or crackling fairy sticks, and the waves by the river came up from time to time, leaving white foam on the ground when they receded.

Two men and two women, probably in their early twenties, dressed in a fashionable fashion, both young and fleshy.

One of the boys had a hippie smile and handed him a wet cell phone.

"Handsome guy, let's take a good picture."

Feng Wuli nodded and took it: "I want it." ”

"Hurry up, while everyone has the fireworks in their hands yet."

"Stand here."

"Don't burn me."

"Is it okay? Look at the camera. ”

In the picture, the four people are full of youth, the fireworks in their hands are a little difficult to expose, the wind has been pressed unreasonably for a long time, just captured a picture, the illusory picture focuses on the faces of the four people, everyone has a smiling face, the fireworks are burning with green smoke, the flash flashes white, and the picture is frozen.

Feng Wuli found that he was actually quite talented in photography.

It was shown to the four of them.

"What a good shot!"

The four of them gathered around to look at themselves in the photo and praised the wind for their unreasonable skills.

One of the short girls asked: "Thank you, handsome guy, do you want to put it together, there are many more that can't be finished." ”

This kind of politeness is just a little polite.

But Feng Wuli didn't seem to realize it, and said yes.

"Come on, you take this, I'll catch it for you."

The girl happily took him a fairy stick, and then the two got together, put the fairy stick in their hands together, and the one in Feng Wuli's hand was also ignited.

The light of the fire that was lit instantly illuminated the face of the wind unreasonably.

The corners of his mouth were raised, his face was half light, half shadow, and the light of the burning fire reflected in his eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Ho-"

"Death to you!"

Several people laughed and made trouble, the wind was unreasonable and just chuckled gently, quietly watching the fireworks in their hands burn, the light of the fireworks built a bright place by the river, after adapting to the fireworks, looking into the distance felt that there was no light at all.

Looking at the calm Xiangjiang River, slowly flowing eastward, the small wave left white foam on the riverside, unchanged for eternity.

The boy who had just asked him to take a picture walked over: "Brother is still in high school, right?" ”

Feng replied unreasonably, "It's my third year of high school this year." ”

"The third year of high school is so hard!" The girl accosted: "We are all in college, one year older than you, and it is next to Junsha University." ”

"Really? I also plan to take the entrance examination to Hunan University. ”

"Xueba!"

"Aren't you boasting about yourself?" Another JK girl was disdainful, and the short girl nourished her with fireworks.

"Come to Xiangda and post with my senior sister!"

Feng Wuli thought it was funny for them to talk, and the fireworks in his hand burned quietly, as if they could burn for a long time.

The short girl said: "The science and engineering major of Xiangda is good, handsome guy, you are also from Junsha, and it will be easy to find a job when you come out." ”

The boy with the mobile phone also said: "Anyway, I am from Shandong, and I will stay in Junsha in the future, so as to develop." ”

"You can't bear your girlfriend! Don't want to be in a long-distance relationship! ”

"I can't do it, my parents are just my daughter, and they will miss me very much if I don't go back."

"Hehe, those two in my family wish I didn't bother them, they will travel as soon as they are free, they are old and chic."

"I'm going to take a teaching exam in my junior year, and I'll go back to be a teacher honestly, junior brother, don't listen to them, you should be crazy in a few years of college, why do you think so much." The JK girl disagreed, "You have to make some memories, don't you?" ”

Feng Wuli agrees with her statement.

"But I said it......"

The boy who hadn't spoken much all this time also spoke up;

Everyone looked at him, including Feng Wuli.

"It's better not to play so crazy, especially in the summer, when there is a lot of water, don't go near the river."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fireworks in Feng Wuli's hands also came to an end.

"Whoa—"

The light of the fireworks goes out.

There was a cry of darkness here.

He stood alone by the river, and the waves that came up were almost licking at his feet, and then retreated, like a snake hyacinth constantly tempting its prey.

At night, the river breeze carries moisture, and the noise is far away in an instant, leaving only the sound of the waves on the river.

A few days ago, Junsha News, several college students fell into the water by the Xiangjiang River.

Feng Wuli chuckled and shook his head.

How can there be such an alternation?

He even reminded people not to go near the river.

Feng Wuxian told the story when Wang Xilou scared him when he was a child and didn't let him go to the riverside.

A drowning ghost is the embodiment of a person who has drowned in the water. This kind of ghost can only be reborn if it finds a substitute.

There was a tailor in Zezhou in the Song Dynasty, who was working one day, and suddenly saw a man coming from the river, laughing as he walked: "Someone will replace me tomorrow!"

The tailor asked, "Who will take your place?"

The other party replied: "A man from Zhending, with an umbrella on his shoulder and a book."

The tailor walked out the door and saw that the man had disappeared, only to know that the other man was a ghost.

The next day, the tailor stood at the door early, and sure enough, he saw a man coming, handed over his umbrella and books to the tailor's care, and said that he was going to bathe in the river. The tailor asked where he was from, and the man said he had come from a real place.

The tailor could not bear to see the man drowned, so he said, "There is a bathroom in the city, and I will give you money to rub your back, so go there and wash it." When he asked him why, the tailor told him what he had seen and heard the day before. Zhending people were very grateful and thanked him.

On the second watch of the same night, the drowned ghost appeared, threw bricks and stones at the tailor's house, and scolded: "I finally found a replacement, and you have done me a good thing!" I swear I'm going to drag you into the water and drown!"

The next day, the tailor opened the door and saw that the yard was full of bricks and rubble.

The drowned ghost had been doing such a thing for several days, and the tailor was about to move out, and Wang Xilou happened to pass by.

Killed the drowning ghost.

But it is clear that these four drowned ghosts have no intention of harming people at all.

Probably just bored, I invited him over to talk.

"Let's go."

Feng Wuli suddenly thought of an 'old man', two months ago he broke the rules, Director Yang asked himself to teach a lesson, and he sat at the bottom of the Xiangjiang River, and he was frozen into an ice sculpture and sank below for more than two months.

Should...... Not dead, right?

After thinking about it, he took out a bracelet from his pocket and put it on his hand, and put his phone aside.

I looked left and right to see that no one was paying attention to this side, so I found a stone by the river and hugged it, and jumped down with a sigh of relief.

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