In the dead of night, there was a white mist on the river, little by little, it spread along the river, skipping the reeds and heading towards the small courtyard. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fog came strangely, not by the night wind.

Even when the mist came, the wind that had been raging in the reeds and blowing the reeds up and down from time to time disappeared, and the white mist was thicker than the ordinary mist, not like tulle, but like some thick white cloth.

What's even more strange is that this white mist does not simply come from the river, but also on the land, in the mountain pine forest some distance from the small courtyard, and it also spreads slowly towards the small courtyard.

To be precise, these white mist were generated from all directions, and then they headed towards the small courtyard, which was the only destination.

The white mist seemed to have a sanity, and the small courtyard seemed to have something attracting the white mist.

At the same time, the small courtyard of the boatman Zhang Loach.

Now, it had become a little quiet, half an hour ago, Huang Xuhu and his party had eaten noisily, and then, a dozen people divided into several groups.

Two or three people left the courtyard, probably finding a hidden place nearby to be sentry.

On Gu Xiaozhao's side, the coachman who helped Gu Xiaozhao drive the carriage before also went out of the yard, and he rested in the carriage tonight, responsible for taking care of the horses. The carriage and mount were tied to the courtyard wall, just a wall away from Gu Xiaozhao and the others.

Gu Xiaozhao, Su Qiao'er and the two guards stood in a corner of the courtyard, in the courtyard, Huang Xuhu and his party were also resting, and there were two Jianghu guests nesting next to the stove, and there was the residual temperature of firewood burning in the stove, so they were not afraid of the cool breeze at night.

In addition to this, some people live in rooms, and several others sleep in firewood houses in the backyard.

As the leader, Huang Xuhu did not live in the room, but lived in the firewood room with a few men, and the reason for this is very simple, there is a cellar in the firewood room in the backyard, and the cellar stores some valuable gadgets and the stolen goods they looted.

In order to prevent accidents, he also took a few of his right-hand men to live in the firewood house, and he himself went down to the cellar and carefully checked the goods.

The disappearance of Zhang Loach made him very uneasy, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart.

You must know that after Zhang Loach received the message from him, he would never go far during this time, and at most he would just hold the ferry back and forth on both sides of the strait.

Now, the people are gone, the ship is gone, and there is definitely an accident.

I went down to the cellar, spent some time, checked the goods, and found that the inventory in the cellar had not disappeared, and there were no particularly valuable small items missing, not only that, but there were more things in the cellar than the manifest in Huang Xuhu's hand.

There were silks, cloths, and some bloody jewelry.

It seems that these things should be things that Zhang Loach got from eating hob noodles on the ferry, and after picking among these things, Huang Xuhu's eyes fell on a tattered bronze mirror, which had a peculiar charm, and he couldn't help but reach out and slowly pick it up.

His wrist twisted, and he looked at the bronze mirror carefully.

There are some strange symbols engraved on the back of the bronze mirror, like words, and like children's graffiti, looking at it intently, but it looks like a huge grimace, and the grimace is also staring at the yellow bearded tiger, grinning widely, smiling hideously, exuding a strange atmosphere.

Huang Xuhu was shocked, his hand slipped, and he almost lost the bronze mirror.

He couldn't help but blink, only to find that the grimace was just his hallucination, and even so, he didn't dare to continue staring at the back of the bronze mirror, but turned to the mirror. The bronze mirror was violently smashed, and the mirror surface cracked one after another with thin cracks, like spider webs.

In the mirror, my appearance is very blurry, and I can't see it clearly at all.

"Phew!"

Huang Xuhu threw the bronze mirror back into the basket, took a sip, and cursed a few words.

"Loach Zhang, this is too petty, you have to ...... any garbage"

Then he shuddered, and strode out of the cellar, as if he were hiding from something, but he himself had no such thoughts.

Back in the firewood room, two companions in the house greeted him.

"How's it going, boss?"

There was a layer of hay in the corner of the wall, and Huang Xuhu sat down, leaning his back against the wall, clasping his hands in front of his chest, rubbing his arms, he rubbed his nose, shook his head and said.

"The things in it are still there, and there are some more things, I guess Zhang Loach should be red-eyed when he sees wealth, and wants to invite someone to eat hob noodles on the river, but he doesn't want to encounter hard stubble, he should be killed by someone and sent to the river to feed Wang Ba......"

The two companions nodded in agreement, and one of them said.

"We thought the same as the boss, and we told him before that it would be good to live here to support the ferry and do our part...... Hey, this guy just can't help it, he can't see the yellow or white in his eyes, and he always wants to use the knife handle......"

"I'm going to break into ghosts when I walk too much at night!"

The other let out a sigh and echoed.

Huang Xuhu smiled and changed the subject.

"How prepared are the things I want you to prepare?"

The two guys nodded in unison, glanced at each other, and one said.

"Boss, please rest assured, there are dozens of ghost heads who have done such things, and they have never missed...... Although the guard of that brother is an old man, he knows how to live outside the house, and thinks that if the air is circulated, he is not afraid of things like incense, so he can't stop us from waiting!"

"yes!"

The other guy said with a smile.

"The ghost head Lao Qiqin's automatic hand, he and Luo Xiaosan stayed on the stove, using the firewood that was still burning in the stove, and threw the ghost face flower into it, the power of this ghost face flower is effective even in an open yard, it was originally a bit of a disadvantage, that is, there is smoke generated, I don't want God to help me wait, now there is fog from the river, it can be said to be foolproof!"

"Calculate the time, it's about the same!"

The other guy said with a smile.

Huang Xuhu nodded and stood up abruptly.

"Okay, let's go, let's go catch the fat sheep!"

Then, a group of three people walked to the door of the firewood room, walked in front of the person gently opened the door, with a babbling sound, the door opened, and a white mist swept in, just like a long dragon traveling, the white mist instantly filled the entire firewood room.

In the fog, I couldn't see my fingers.

"Your mother!"

Huang Xuhu scolded in a low voice.

He has lived for more than 30 years, and he has never encountered such a fog in his life, the so-called misty words are definitely not used, the white mist in front of him is so viscous, not like a gas, the concentration is like a liquid, and his body is trapped in the mist, as if he is wrapped in a viscous slime.

"Boss Luo, Xiao Wei ......"

The yellow-bearded tiger held the hilt of the knife in his hand and shouted loudly.

His voice was so loud that it could drift far even in the viscous mist, and his two accomplices were right in front of him, and the three of them were less than two steps apart, and he shouted so loudly at such a close distance, but, as he thought in his heart, he could not hear them reply.

There was only white fog in front of him, and there was silence.

The yellow-bearded tiger took two sharp steps forward, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed it in all directions like a blind man.

His hands were empty, except for the very uncomfortable stickiness, he didn't catch anything, the white mist poured in in an instant, and the time passed only two breaths, but the guys who were originally close at hand disappeared, as if they were swept away by the white mist in an unknown place.

Even if the yellow bearded tiger has been killing for a long time and does not take other people's lives seriously, at this time, he is also oppressed by this strange situation, and he deeply feels uneasy and frightened.

However, he remained calm and did not shout or slash indiscriminately.

This is in the firewood room, and the front should be an open door, and in addition, it should be four walls, if there is no mistake in judgment.

So, he took a few steps to his left, then turned and walked straight forward, his left hand stretched forward, and took a big stride.

If he was right, he would have crashed straight into the wall.

However, after taking a few steps forward, the white mist in front of him was still so thick that it obscured the view, and there were no walls or anything like that blocking the way.

In other words, at the moment when the white mist poured in, he was transferred to a strange place, and did not exist in the firewood room.

It's over!

The yellow beard tiger's heart sank.

He had never encountered or heard of the situation in front of him, but similar legends had long been circulating in the rivers and lakes.

In this world, there are many unbelievable events.

Whether it is an ordinary person or a master of the inner family who has achieved cultivation, if he falls into such a strange place in front of him, he is basically resigned to fate, and most people will not end up well, only a very small number of guys with atmospheric luck will be lucky to escape.

On the rivers and lakes, there is a saying about such weirdness.

That is, evil spirits!

Huang Xuhu doesn't know much about evil spirits, and most of what he hears is some rhetoric, which is far away from the truth.

Although evil spirits often come suddenly at unpredictable times and places, they are extremely rare and do not happen anytime and anywhere. Even in a dream, Huang Xuhu had never dreamed of such a scene.

What fucking bad luck!

Hopefully not the most terrible situation!

The yellow bearded tiger staggered through the white mist, not knowing how long he had walked or how far he had walked, but in the end, he still stopped.

The plan to get out of the white fog was completely frustrated.

By this time, he was already feeling hopeless!

In the mist, he could feel the temperature slowly dropping, and at first he could bear it, but now, his body was a little unbearable, his whole body was trembling, and the fingers holding the knife were also stiff, and from time to time, he had to move, otherwise he would not even be able to hold the handle of the knife.

Just when Huang Xuhu was desperate, in the white mist, he heard a sound of footsteps.

The sound of footsteps was coming towards him, at a trot, to be exact.

"Which one?"

He roared.

There was no response, just the sound of footsteps getting closer.

The yellow-bearded tiger gasped and pulled his knife out of its sheath.