Liang Shiming clearly saw that the old shipwrew, who was lying unconscious on the ground, stood upright with a puppet-like "sigh" after hearing his voice at this moment, and was face to face with himself.

This face, which was close to Liang Shiming, was blue and hideous, with his eyes rolled up to reveal a miserable white underwater, and his throat continued to make a shuddering cooing sound.

Liang Shiming hurriedly held his breath, he felt that his blood was cold, and when he was at a loss, he heard Lu Yezi's faint voice behind him, and said, "Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

Liang Shiming could hear that Lu Yezi was trying his best to stop the "old boatman" in front of him, but when he heard his shout, although he was full of righteousness, he lost a little confidence.

As expected, Liang Shiming saw that the old shipman seemed to be fearless of this shout, but instead "walked" towards the two of them with a tremble. And what frightened Liang Shiming the most was that the old boatman in front of him did not walk with his feet, but stepped on the ground with his ankles as the soles of his feet, which made Liang Shiming's scalp numb.

At this time, seeing that Lu Yezi's scolding was ineffective, and the old shipman walked up again, Liang Shiming asked in a trembling voice: "He, he, why didn't he retreat?"

Lu Yezi replied in a low voice with a stiff face: "I said, let's retreat, retreat......"

didn't wait for Liang Shiming to react, but he heard Lu Yezi suddenly shout: "What are you waiting for? Run!" Before the words fell, Lu Yezi grabbed the iron rod with one hand and crutched the ground, and with the other hand he hugged Liang Shiming's neck, limping and retreating towards the gate behind him with all his strength.

The two retreated to the door, and the old boatman also trembled and followed.

"Daoist Lu, how should this be?" Liang Shiming asked tightly, feeling that his neck had been clamped by Lu Yezi's arm.

At this time, Lu Yezi's face was also full of panic, looking at Liang Shiming's expectant gaze, and then looked at the half of the peach stick pinned to his waist, thought for a moment, and said viciously: "You, you help me smash!" After that, he took out half of the peach stick and handed it to Liang Shiming.

Liang Shiming then remembered that Lu Daochang had this method of insight into ghosts, but he didn't dare to take the wooden stick with the thickness of his wrist before meeting. "I, I won't. ”

"Quick!"

"I don't dare!"

"I can't wait!" Lu Yezi said urgently.

"No, no......."

"Quick!"

"-poof" followed by a muffled sound, and I saw Lu Yezi's body weakening and lying in Liang Shiming's arms.

In a hurry, Liang Shiming didn't allow much thought, that is, he smashed Lu Yezi's head, and at this moment, seeing that Lu Yezi in his arms was about to roll his eyes, he secretly screamed that it was not good, and hurriedly slapped him in the face three or five times, only to see him wake up with a stirring spirit.

After waking up, Lu Yezi did not delay, so he squinted his eyes and looked at the old boatman.

"Daoist Lu, what do you see?" Liang Shiming asked eagerly, because at this time, his heel had already touched the threshold behind him.

Lu Yezi tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, and said vaguely: "No...... No. ”

"What's not?" Liang Shiming asked tightly.

"He's an old man, not an evil man. ”

"How, how is it possible?" Liang Shiming asked rhetorically.

"That's not right!" Lu Yezi seemed to suddenly remember something, and suddenly shouted, "Jiangbian! Go to the riverside!" After saying that, he hugged Liang Shiming and retreated out of the door.

When the two of them came to the outside of the house, they found that the riverside was still dark, but it became very strange at this time: under the bright moon, the river was scarlet, and the faint ghostly light was entangled in it, and the shore beach as far as the eye could see was exposed at the moment The ghostly light was miserable and treacherous.

As if he was not disturbed by the strange situation in front of him, Lu Yezi stared at the river, and after a moment, pointed to the riverside and shouted: "There!"

"Where?" In Liang Shiming's eyes, there was nothing to see everywhere except for the fog and the hazy river in the distance.

Lu Yezi didn't explain again, hugged Liang Shiming's neck and struggled to limp towards the river.

When he arrived, Lu Yezi handed over the iron rod to Liang Shiming and pushed him aside, while he took off the Xuanhua bell from his waist and pulled out the cowhide cover on the bell hammer.

Lu Yezi hung a bell in his left hand and a stick in his right hand, stood solemnly, then locked his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and chanted loudly: "Lin-soldier-fight-one-all-array-column-front-line!"

"What does he want to do?" Liang Shiming said secretly in his heart, although he was patient with Lu Yezi, but he could only hope for him in front of him.

Suddenly, Lu Yezi's eyes widened, and he read in his mouth: "Liuhe is established, each has its own life, the way of heaven is the head, there is no room for disobedience, thousands of troops have been ordered, thousands of horses are neighing, please force God now, destroy your god form, Sanqing general, urgent as the law!"

Seeing that Lu Yezi had been talking for a long time, but now he was rushing forward with his arms around him, Liang Shiming was puzzled and was about to ask, but he heard a copper bell in his ears that shook his heart.

Hearing this, Liang Shiming suddenly felt a sense of refreshment, and then heard a loud roar behind him, as if there were thousands of troops and horses pressing the mountains from far and near, the neighing of horses, the roar of people, the earth shook the mountains, and the deafening sound. At the same time, Liang Shiming found that the river surface, which was still dim and dull, suddenly became bright and flat at this moment, and he suddenly felt refreshed, as if he was full of energy, as if there was an invisible big hand behind him, pushing himself forward.

"Rush, kill!" The sound of rushing and killing came from behind itself like a tsunami, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and at this moment Liang Shiming felt that he and Lu Yezi were like generals leading ten thousand armies, leading the army to charge.

In his ears, the wind cooed, and the crotch was roaring. Facing the wind, Liang Shiming squinted and looked at Lu Yezi beside him, but saw Lu Yezi wearing a golden helmet and gold armor, staring intently ahead, his hand ...... But it was not a cold halberd, but a half-cut peachwood stick......

A gust of river wind hit.

"Ah!?" Liang Shiming woke up suddenly, and at this time found that he was standing in the bone-chilling river, with no golden light and no shouts around him, only Lu Yezi, who was ragged and still hugging him fiercely, at this time the peach stick in his hand had been inserted into the lower abdomen of the person in front of him.

A black-robed weirdo who can't see his face clearly.

Before I could see it clearly, the strange man in front of him had turned into smoke and dust, and he had disappeared without a trace. Liang Shiming stood for a long time and then looked at Lu Yezi beside him, and saw that although his face was full of coldness, his hands trembled, and the peach stick couldn't hold it and fell into the water.

"Dao Chief, what's going on?" Liang Shiming asked puzzled, he felt that all this was too illusory, even though he was in the cold river water.

Before Lu Yezi could speak, they suddenly heard the sound of water behind them, and the two of them hurriedly turned around to look, and were horrified to find that the old boatman was already standing behind him.