When the master heard me answer this, he was slightly stunned.

I couldn't see his expression, but I could see his jiggling rod and feel his sudden fluctuations.

Next, I'm going to get everything I need for tonight.

Incense candles, yellow paper, etc., are available in the master's car.

Before leaving, the master asked me to grind cinnabar ink and draw a talisman on a piece of yellow paper.

By the time I was done, it was half past ten in the evening.

In our school, the dormitory closes at 11 p.m.

As soon as it was half past ten, there were very few people in the school.

I got everything ready, I told my master, and I took the cage and walked in the direction of the school.

The mood is more apprehensive.

Although there is a way to deal with the sneaky, it is still very tense.

By the time I got back to school, it was already 10:50 p.m.

Except for a few students at the gate who drank alcohol and hurried to the dormitory building.

The school was empty, and there was no one to be seen.

Naturally, I didn't plan to go back to the dormitory, so I rushed to the lake of the school with the cage in hand.

It's crowded during the day, but at night it's frighteningly cold.

Several street lamps around were broken and dark.

Only the surface of the lake glowed with a little moonlight, and a few large fish with their mouths open and closed, swam around in the middle of the lake.

I looked at the lake and shivered.

The chickens and rabbits in the cages also became a little restless.

I didn't rush into action, but hid in a nearby flower bed.

When the dormitories close, most of the street lights in the school will be turned off.

It looked like half an hour later.

It was only after I made sure that there was no one around and no security guards patrolling that I started to make a move.

I divided my nails and hair into five parts.

Stuff each serving into the belly of the chicken.

After doing this, I came to the west side of the lake.

Put away the rice I bought before, take out the rope again, and put a yellow chicken on it.

Finally, two candles and three incense sticks were lit.

One of the sticks of incense was held in my hand.

With the other hand, he twisted the yellow chicken and came to the lake.

As soon as I approached the lake, several large fish in the middle of the lake moved and swam towards me.

Stopped about five meters away from me, showing his head from time to time, and making a splash with his tail.

Make a "whoa" sound.

It seemed to be provoking me; Say come down quickly! Come down and get me!

But I looked at it, and my heart sank.

I know very well that these big fish are all transformed by a few drowned ghosts.

After settling down, he picked up the yellow chicken and threw it out.

"Poof", the yellow chicken fell into the water.

But at this moment, a few fish that were still churning on the surface of the water in the last second disappeared from the water after the yellow chicken fell into the water.

The water of the lake suddenly became agitated.

The yellow chicken falls into the water and can only flutter in the water.

There is also a "gurgling" sound in the mouth, and it is constantly struggling.

I need to hide quickly, not showing my face, not making a sound.

Just wait for the chickens to drown, the rope is straightened, and the contents of the water are pulled ashore.

I didn't froze and quickly hid behind the flower bed next to me.

Through the gaps, quietly observe the chickens fluttering in the lake.

The chicken "cooed" and got wet after a while, but it was also swimming desperately to the shore.

On the surface of the lake, however, waves have already been made.

The sound of "booming" water sounded.

The chicken that fell into the water had not swam half a meter before it sank into the lake with a "poof".

On the surface of the lake, there is only one large blister.

The turbulent waters of the lake also returned to calm in a short time.

But the rope in my hand was still loose and not straight.

Just in case, I also put the other end of the rope on a branch next to it.

I just hid behind the flower beds, holding incense in one hand and rope in the other.

I waited for about three or four minutes.

The incense I was holding in my left hand suddenly lit up.

Then, I found that the incense began to burn down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's as if someone is blowing incense.

And when the incense burns rapidly, the white smoke emitted by it also turns into wisps of black mist.

My eyes widened and I was horrified.

But the incense pinched in his hand did not dare to throw it.

You can only hold it tightly and continue to hold it in your hand.

After more than ten seconds, the rope held in his right hand was "bang", and it straightened without warning.

Not only did it shake my mouth to the core, but it even bent the branches behind me.

Fortunately, I had the foresight to tie the rope to the branch.

Otherwise, this force will definitely drag me into the lake.

At this time, seeing that the rope was straight, the chicken had sunk into the water for three or four minutes, and it was thought that it had drowned.

He didn't hesitate any longer, grabbed the taut rope, and began to pull to the shore.

It's very laborious, and it's like there's a hundred-pound boulder.

Every time, I can only pull a little bit.

His hand was also sharpened, but he didn't dare to let go.

After pulling on the shore for a while, the other end of the rope gradually emerged from the water.

A few minutes later, I found out.

The chicken I threw into the water before was dragged out of the water by me little by little.

In the light of the moon.

In addition to the yellow chicken, there is also a miserable white human hand, which is holding the neck of the yellow chicken.

With the yellow chicken, I was dragged out of the lake little by little.

I felt a chill down my spine, and I didn't dare to stop.

I knew that the hand that held the chicken's neck was the drowned ghost in the lake.

Only by dragging him ashore and using the yellow chicken soul as a stand-in for him can he be sent away.

I tugged up little by little, so tired that my forehead was sweating.

And the drowned ghost who grabbed the neck of the yellow chicken was also pulled out of the lake by me little by little.

It was a woman, dressed in white.

His hair was scattered, and he was lying in the water, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

The moment I dragged her out of the water to shore, she suddenly let go.

As a result, I sat on the ground with my butt.

Fortunately, I couldn't make a sound.

But the woman slowly rose from the shore.

His face was frighteningly white, and he twisted his head to look at where I was hiding.

I held my breath and didn't dare make a sound.

After a few glances, she kicked the drowning yellow chicken at her feet into the lake.

And in the lake, the heads of several big fish emerged.

And the woman looked back at the big fish a few times.

There was no speech, no expression.

He twitched his nose a few times, walked in the direction of burning incense candles.

After a while, she came to the place where I put white rice and burned incense candles.

She seemed to be starving.

First, I took a puff of incense, and the incense and candles burned down, burning very fast.

When she had sucked enough, she stretched out a pair of white-soaked hands and began to grab the white rice on the ground.

Gobbling it up, as if it hadn't eaten before.

She just squatted on the ground, and her mouth kept chewing "chirp, chirp".

It looks particularly strange next to this silent lake......