The old man nodded: "It is worthy of being a person who is favored by the 'sick tiger', not bad." "Then he walked out of the cabin. After a while, I only heard a plop outside. Lu Heng lifted the curtain and saw that the old man's face was reflected in the clear river bottom, he tied a stone to his body and committed suicide by jumping into the river.

Before he died, he cut the cable. At this moment, the wind suddenly rose, and the boat went down the river like an arrow from the string. Who is this old man, and what is his purpose? No one can answer these questions, only the small boat carrying Lu Heng to an unknown destination.

From the eyes of ordinary people, the ship is undoubtedly full of weirdness. But Lu Heng didn't care, he just ate and drank by himself. He was confident that no one could hurt him, and even if he was injured, even if he died, it would not be a big deal for him......

After a few forks in the road, the boat sailed into a reedy swing. It was a fog in front of him, shrouded in fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

A few looming singing voices came softly, the voice was smooth and sweet, and they whispered tactfully, but they didn't know what to sing. The surface of the river is full of bright red flowers, and it is like a flame in the miserable white river.

Lu Heng didn't know that this kind of flower was called "Ghost Lotus", which was said to bloom on the Santu River leading to the underworld, and the petals often contained highly poisonous.

He watched the river view for a while, then suddenly lowered the curtains and said, "Bored." Then he fell asleep. But before he could lie down, the side of the boat trembled slightly, as if someone had jumped onto the boat with great lightness.

A woman's voice came: "I don't have to be happy in my good time, but I go to sleep, what a slacker!"

As soon as the curtain was lifted, the person who came was a beautiful woman. Her hair was piled up like a dark cloud around her sideburns, and the color of peach blossoms on her cheeks was faintly visible. A pair of charming eyes seem to be able to seduce the soul, and the lips are as red as blood, full of provocation and temptation.

What's worse is that the clothes on her body are very thin.

The woman came to Lu Heng's side, leaned over softly, and said in a low voice: "Don't sleep, we have a lot to do......"

Lu Heng smiled: "If you want to kill me, just say it, why do you have to do these tricks?"

The woman's face changed, but she immediately changed back to her original delicate expression. "You men, you always say, 'Peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic. But when it came time to live and die together, they forgot everything. She lightly lifted her lips, bit the corner of her clothes and said: "People will die after all, and if you can live happily before you die, it will be enough." I know how to make you a god, how?"

Lu Heng said: "Although I am not afraid of death, I don't like to be deceived. He suddenly reached out and waved at the woman's sideburns, and there was a shiny steel wire in his hand.

"You're going to strangle me with it when I'm in a trance, aren't you? ”

The woman suddenly stood up, took half a step back, and asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

"That's a question I should ask you. Lu Heng drank another glass of wine, "Wouldn't it have something to do with some 'sick tiger'?"

The woman shouted, "Where did you hear these two words?"

Lu Heng said: "A dead man." ”

"Impossible!" The woman said loudly: "How could Lao Huang die? His martial arts are obviously so high, you will definitely not be his opponent!"

Lu Heng sighed rarely: "He committed suicide by throwing himself into the river." ”

"Suicide ......" The woman snatched the wine glass and drank three glasses in a row. "You know what, all the men who have seen me are only interested in my body. The blind Lao Huang was the only one who really cared about me. We...... We have all been deceived by the 'sick tiger'. ”

Lu Heng asked, "Who is the sick tiger?"

The woman said: "No one has seen him, and no one knows his true identity." He kept a big parrot and flew to us every time to send us a message. ”

"So you're not in the same group?"

"It's not. My name is Ji Qing, of course, just a stage name. In the past, I used to make 'Yinghua' on the West Lake...... "The so-called "Yinghua" is the nickname of a prostitute. Lu Heng smiled and nodded, not knowing whether he understood or not.

Ji Qing continued: "Lao Huang was a pimp at the time, and that's how we met. Later, the men of the 'Sick Tiger' came to us and told us to wait for someone at the crossing of the Devil's Sorrow River. ”

"Then you're obedient?"

Ji Qing sighed: "What can you do if you are disobedient? He said that if either of us dared to escape, he would kill the other. Although Lao Huang's martial arts are high, they are not high enough to take me with them. He didn't want to kill me, so he was at the mercy of others. ”

Lu Heng asked again: "Who did the 'Sick Tiger' ask you to wait for?"

"A man without a heart. ”

Lu Heng smiled: "It seems to be me." ”

Ji Qing said gloomily: "Yes." Otherwise, Lao Huang would not have died. Lao Huang is the first level, and I am the second level. It's been two years, you're the only one who let me on the boat, and the others have been defeated under Lao Huang's hands. You look at these lotus flowers on the river, they are highly poisonous, and the fragrance they emit will arouse the desire of men. 'Sick Tiger' said: The combination of ghost lotus and woman can only be resisted by unintentional people. ”

"And then, what else did he tell you to do?"

Ji Qing shook her head: "It's gone." It stands to reason that we can leave this hellish place after our mission is accomplished. But Lao Huang died inexplicably, and I dare to conclude that it was the ghost of the 'sick tiger'. ”

Suddenly, she pulled out a dagger and slashed it at her head, and her black hair rained down.

Ji Qing said viciously: "Lao Huang is dead, but I don't have a burden." Even if I turn into a ghost, I must take the sick tiger to hell!"

She jumped to the bow of the boat with a penny, and the boat spun around and sailed deep into the reeds. The water is getting faster and the fog is getting thicker.

After a long time, the boat docked, and the two jumped down and looked around. It is a small island with beautiful scenery. But seeing the green grass, the sky is longitudinal. Many people were working in the fields, and the waterwheels in the distance were gurgling and turning, and smoke was rising from the houses. It's as if it was cut out of a landscape painting.

But it's always uncomfortable, but I can't say why. The two of them walked along the path and were confronted by a farmer with a hoe. Ji Qing asked, "This eldest brother, where is the residence of the 'sick tiger'?"

The farmer did not speak, but pointed back.

Ji Qing said: "Thank you." At that moment, she suddenly saw the farmer's face, and exclaimed.

The man's eyes were glazed, his gaze was glazed, and the corners of his mouth were still drooling. His movements are mechanical and numb, and he seems to have no will of his own and only carry out the orders of others.

He walked past the two of them without even glancing at them.

"I know what's wrong...... Ji Qing whispered, "there's a lack of qi here." ”

"What's the gas?"

"Live popularity. ”