After the old woman was killed, a gloomy wind swept through the village for no reason, shattering like a dream; In the miserable white moonlight, there was only a melancholy; Faintly some remnants flew into the sky, and scattered in the moonlight.

Zhao Jingyang snorted, turned around and walked into the old woman's yard and entered her house.

On a chair, a withered corpse, but tied with rope; The dry skin of the corpse can still faintly see the struggle before birth.

On a small table next to it, a piece of paper was pressed against the teapot; There are words on paper.

Zhao Jingyang looked at it and suddenly understood.

On paper, it is said that his mother occasionally has mania, so she is tied to a chair; said that if you go out, you will return to the clouds on the tenth day; I hope that the people in the village will help take care of the old mother.

Between the lines, there is the word "Zhang Meiniang".

Zhao Jingyang rubbed it in his hand, and the paper turned into fly ash. The expression was indifferent.

Liu Shusheng, what a good scholar!

Zhao Jingyang's body was shocked, the light bloomed, and the entire village was made of ashes; That is, he took a long breath, jumped onto the main road, raised his eyes to look at the faintly visible Fucheng, and was silent.

In this room, it is already clear.

That Liu Shusheng, even after Yazi's reprimand, most of the left and right thoughts are still incompatible, and when he moves here, he can't let go of a tendon, and he has to go back to Zhang Meiniang.

His old mother, suffering from mania, did not know if it was a sheep epilepsy or something, and tied it with a rope and a chair; But he left a note and walked away.

Say what to take care of.

I don't know if it's stupid or bad - just a note, God knows if I personally mentioned it to the people in the village; So much so that the old woman died on the chair, and I don't know whether she was starving to death or dying of thirst, but she turned into a ghost.

That Liu Shusheng, it was expected that he met Feng Qingtian halfway, and he played with right and wrong, and finally died in front of Zhao Jingyang's door; Behind him, his old mother turned into a ghost and killed a village.

I don't know whose fault it is!

The lives of the people of this village should be pinned on whom!

Zhao Jingyang felt uncomfortable - it really had something to do with him.

But this is something that no one could have expected.

But with a wisp of anger, Zhao Jingyang nailed the Fucheng - just ten miles, looking at the plain, the city emperor of the Fucheng City, is he blind? !

This is undoubtedly anger - but the Emperor of Fucheng is close at hand, and if you calculate half a year, this *** has not changed, and it must be dereliction of duty!

Zhao Jingyang was silent, all the way to Fucheng, jumped in, and went straight to the Chenghuang Temple.

In front of the temple, Zhao Jingyang pushed out with a palm, silently, and beat the gate into nothingness; That is, he stepped in, went to the main hall, and smashed the statue of the city emperor with another palm.

That's when there was a roar: "Presumptuous!"

Zhao Jingyang didn't say a word, followed the roar, pounced, his eyes were locked, and his figure disappeared into the broken idol!

"Where is the Emperor of the Castle!"

Zhao Jingyang escaped into the City Emperor Domain and raised his voice to shout.

"Where did you come from, how dare you invade my city emperor's domain!"

See a god with a mighty light.

"You're the Emperor of the City?!" Zhao Jingyang looked at it: "It's very good! Punch me!"

Immediately, the fist was like thunder, breaking the divine light; But the screams are endless!

In the middle of the night, Zhao Jingyang clapped his hands, left the city emperor's jurisdiction, and left a sentence: "You'd better hope that Lao Tzu won't come to Jiangbei Mansion again, otherwise I will beat you once I see you!" Dog thing!"

In the City Emperor's Domain, a group of ghosts and gods trembled.

The Emperor of Nafu City was in a hurry, and it took him a long time to reunite his divine body, and he lay in the ruins and couldn't move for a long time.

"Where did the madman come from... Ouch... Where did the Emperor of the City offend such a murderer?!"

"No Evil Disaster! There is no catastrophe!"

The surrounding ghosts and gods were speechless.

Just now, the city emperor was beaten, and they didn't dare to go up to help; It's so violent! The body of the city emperor's gods and spirits can be exploded with just one punch, such a fierce person, where do they dare to go up with these little gods and ghosts?

The City Emperor breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Go and verify it quickly, I want to know what is going on!"

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At this time, Zhao Jingyang had come to the riverside wharf.

Looking around, there was only one small boat with lights in it; Zhao Jingyang approached and shouted, "Boatman?"

There was obviously some commotion inside, and after a while, he replied, "Who?"

Distinctly a little scared.

It is expected to be the same. In such a world, people come in the middle of the night, are they ghosts?

Zhao Jingyang was relieved and said, "I am a ferryman, and I want to cross the river."

The boatman replied, "Not late at night."

Zhao Jingyang said, "If you don't cross, dare to ask the boat family if you have a sip of hot wine?"

The boatman replied, "If you are a man, you can."

Zhao Jingyang lifted the bamboo curtain and entered the cabin.

But when he saw a boatman, he was looking at him cautiously.

Zhao Jingyang smiled: "Don't be afraid, I'm not an alien."

When the boatman heard this, he glanced at the shadow behind Zhao Jingyang, and then said, "Forgive sins, forgive sins; It's really dark in the middle of the night, and it's inevitable to be vigilant."

He said enthusiastically, "Come and make a fire by the fire; At night, the riverside is humid and cold."

So we chatted.

The boatman asked Zhao Jingyang where he came from, and Zhao Jingyang said that he was less original; Asked where to go, Zhao Jingyang said to go to Jiangnan.

The boatman said, "You son, why did you come here in the middle of the night? No night is better than day."

He said, "Whether on land or on the river, it is very dangerous at night. I don't dare to cross you at this time."

poured another half bowl of hot wine for Zhao Jingyang and said, "Take a sip first to warm your body."

Drinking wine, the boatman said, "I've heard of Shaoyuan, but I don't know what the situation is over there. I've heard that it's better than the appearance of the city, but I don't know if it's or not."

Zhao Jingyang smiled, "It's okay. It's not bigger than Fucheng, but the scenery is really good."

Then he asked, "I have traveled day and night, but I have not encountered anything unspeakable; I heard the boatman say before, could it be that the area around Fucheng is not filthy?"

Hearing this, the boatman shook his head slightly, "You can't say that about filth."

Something does seem to be there.

Zhao Jingyang was quite curious.

The boatman couldn't stand the inquiry, so he had to say, "On the side of Baihu Mountain, there is a temple to the heavens, and there are some Taoist priests, Toutuo, and goddesses, who are probably not good people. I heard that if you pass by Baihu Mountain at night, you will disappear later."

"Some time ago, I heard that more than ten miles to the northwest, there was a ***, and the Fucheng Yamen sent a team of officials, but they didn't come back."

"Wangjiaji in the east heard that there were zombies, but he has asked a Taoist priest to do it."

"As for what happened on the water, I've experienced it myself."

"Among the fish and turtles in the river, there are many of them who are refined; There are also those who fall into the water and die and become water ghosts. Fortunately, with the restraint of the Dragon Monarch, there have never been major disasters, but there are many small troubles."

sighed: "It's okay during the day, if you ferry at night, you probably want to be the food in the belly of the fish and turtle, and the stand-in behind the water ghost."

Zhao Jingyang came to be interested: "Long Jun?"

The boatman smiled: "This is the Hunjiang River, and the Dragon King of the Hunjiang River is the water god respected by both sides of the strait. Every year on Long Jun's birthday, the cities on both sides of the strait are quite lively."

Long Jun also came out.

I don't know what kind of dragon monarch it is, whether it's a dragon or a real dragon; Is it sealed by the heavenly court, or is it self-styled.

Zhao Jingyang made up his mind, if he had the opportunity, he had to take a look at the roots of this dragon monarch.

According to the boatman, this dragon king is not bad-he can restrain the fish and turtle spirits and prevent them from harming people during the day-although he can't completely restrain them, but it is always a good thing anyway.