Yang Jian did not hide it.

After receiving General Zuode's message, Yang Jian explained in detail the killing rules of the knocking ghosts, how to imprison the ghosts, and how to become a ghost handler.

For the clown to be a ghost handler.

Yang Jian's attitude was the same as that of General Zuode.

Dead friends do not die poor.

The clown wants to find death, but Yang Jian has no reason to stop him.

Nor is it necessary.

Anyway, even if the clown becomes a ghost rider, he won't be able to bring disaster to this world.

As for whether the clown will be killed by the ghost?

Or will the world be spoiled by clowns?

Yang Jian was not worried, nor did he feel any guilt.

On the contrary, he is still looking forward to it.

I look forward to what sparks will collide between the ghosts in this world and the characters in the comic world.

After replying to the message, it was already close to twelve o'clock in the morning.

Yang Jian didn't want to waste time, so he waved his hand at Boss Liu.

"Boss, we may not come back in the evening, so we don't have to leave the door."

Boss Liu looked at Yang Jian with a relaxed face, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He didn't know whether to say that Yang Jianyi was bold or ignorant and fearless.

That's a ghost lake.

The establishment of Taiping Ancient Town is to monitor and prevent this supernatural event.

Yang Jian went to Ghost Lake more easily than going out shopping.

Boss Liu couldn't help but wonder if these people were outdated.

Leaving the town, Yang Jian and his cousin Madoka soon arrived at the abandoned ferry port infested by the supernatural boat.

Yang Jian just wanted to find out if there were any other spirits nearby, but Xiao Yuan suddenly pulled him.

"Cousin, there's someone over there."

Yang Jian also heard footsteps.

He turned his head to look in the direction the voice had come from.

Da, da, da~

The footsteps came very suddenly, as if they appeared out of thin air.

At the same time as the footsteps, there was a black stone path.

The stone path runs from the direction of the old town to the ferry by the river.

Yang Jian and Madoka looked towards the end of the path at the same time.

There was no one on the other side of the path.

The two also saw someone passing by.

Just when the two were about to withdraw their gaze.

Something supernatural suddenly triggered.

Suddenly such a person appeared on the stone path.

A red light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and he immediately saw the appearance of the person clearly.

It was a middle-aged woman in her fifties.

The women were dressed in old fashion, and their faces were wrinkled, and they looked very old.

The style and workmanship of the clothes she wears are less modern and more like those of decades ago.

None of this is the strangest.

Strangely enough, she carried a wooden basin in her arms.

There was a basin of dirty laundry in the tub, all of which were small children.

"Cousin, there's something wrong with this guy."

The nervous smile on Madoka's face was gone, and she got serious for the first time.

Yang Jian nodded slightly.

He pressed Xiaoyuan's arm holding the pig-killing knife, shook his head and said, "Our purpose is not her, don't make any extraneous branches." ”

Abandoned ferries, footsteps, the sudden appearance of stone paths, women washing children's clothes in the middle of the night.

Take out any of these keywords, and you can write a little horror story.

All of a sudden, all the elements came together.

Seeing this scene, even if you have the back of your head, you can figure it out.

This middle-aged woman is definitely not something to be messed with.

Yang Jian is here to check the ghost lake, not to find excitement, there is no need to provoke such a ruthless character.

The middle-aged woman didn't seem to see Yang Jian and Xiaoyuan.

Without saying a word, her eyes were numb, her face was indifferent, and she came down the steps of the ferry to the river.

Then he skillfully picked up a piece of clothing and put it in the water.

Begin to clean it in earnest.

Bang la blah.

The sound of the woman's laundry was heard far away.

As the woman continued to wash her clothes, the night haze that shrouded the river slowly turned into a torrent.

The scenery in the river gradually became clearer.

It's as if the night is a dirty thing stained with the day, being cleaned little by little.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian felt a little hairy on his back.

"I was right to be cautious."

"This middle-aged woman is definitely not simple!"

"Her supernatural is already capable of influencing her surroundings!"

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and did not peep at the woman again.

There are a lot of secrets in this woman.

And it's terrifying.

It's a pity that the black supernatural ferry has already arrived.

Yang Jian hurried to deal with the ghost lake, otherwise he would definitely have to investigate it well.

"Madoka, let's go."

Yang Jian took Xiaoyuan's arm and walked towards the front of the ferry.

The black ferry has docked.

If they can't get on the boat within the allotted time, they won't be able to enter the ghost lake.

At this time, the middle-aged woman also stood up.

Her clothes were done.

The woman glanced at the black boat at the ferry, picked up the tub and went up the steps back to the path.

Da, da, da~

The sound of strange footsteps reappeared.

Yang Jian glanced at the woman, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

The tub in the woman's hand was empty, and the child's clothes were missing.

There was not a drop of water on the woman's hands or on the basin.

It was as if the sound of washing clothes by the river just now was just an illusion.

"Cousin?"

Madoka clenched the pig-killing knife in her hand again.

"Forget it."

Yang Jian stopped her again.

Then I watched the figure of the middle-aged woman disappear into the path.

"The secrets of Taiping Ancient Town are more mysterious and dangerous than what I have seen!"

Yang Jian frowned slightly, and pulled Xiaoyuan onto the supernatural black ship.

Ghost Lake matters.

Taiping Ancient Town is here, and you can't run away.

In the future, there will be time to deal with it slowly.

The Black Ship was a very simple wooden boat with an oil lamp hanging from its bow.

The dim, yellowish light flickered in the night, like some kind of marker, as if it was calling for something.

The boat is steady.

Yang Jian and Xiaoyuan got on the boat, and the side of the boat did not shake in the slightest.

Yang Jian glanced back in the direction of Taiping Ancient Town, then took out a handwritten three-yuan note from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Yuan.

"Take this piece of paper to the oil lamp in front and burn it."

Whether it's ghost money or this ghost ship, it's all affected by the supernatural.

Yang Jian's body is a normal person, and contact with the supernatural does not benefit him in the slightest.

So it's best to leave the payment to Madoka.

Yang Jian can also let the shadow do it.

But shadows also fall under the category of the supernatural.

If the shadow goes to pay, Yang Jian will have to spend an extra person's ticket money.

This is obviously not a good deal.

Madoka took the money and lit it in an oil lamp.

Soon, the banknotes burned.

Paper ash scattered, and a cold wind blew around the wooden boat.

The wind condensed and finally formed a black whirlpool, rolling up the paper ashes, and I didn't know where to take them.

The smell of paper ash filled the air, which was quickly blown away by the cold wind.

"Cousin, here you go."

The banknotes did not burn out, but became smaller.

Yang indirectly put away the change notes.

I found that the amount on the paper changed from the original "three" to "two".

The supernatural ship received a supernatural ticket.

The next moment, the black wooden boat slowly rippled.

ps: I went to check my eyes, and I came back too late, only one more