Chapter 969: An Ink Painting
The river was only a few hundred meters away, but the old man walked on the pole for more than half an hour, but he still could not see the light on the other side.
There was a crisp click, and the long bamboo pole in the old Taoist hand actually broke into two pieces.
The bamboo raft undulated violently on the increasingly turbulent river surface, and the huge waves crashed against it, making a thrilling and loud sound.
The women finally couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.
"What can we do? How could this perfectly good pole be broken? How can we go back now?!"
Although the little Taoist priest's face was also extremely pale, his face was still pretty. Calm.
He wiped the rainwater from his face and said in a tight voice:
“The river is rugged and the bottom of the river is full of jagged rocks. The boat pole accidentally got stuck in it. It is also common to be interrupted by the turbulent river water.
Don’t panic, as long as we hold on to the ropes of the boat and rely on each other, we will be fine. ”
After all, the old Taoist priest lives all over the world and has been deceived and deceived all over the country. The young Taoist priest has a pretty good psychological quality and can soothe people's hearts.
The old Taoist priest also nodded and said calmly: "Yes, I have my own way, so don't worry."
Huang Laodao seemed calm and calm, but no one noticed his trembling lips when he spoke. By the side, the hand holding half of the bamboo pole was shaking, and the palm was cold.
You can see the unknown struggle and fear in my heart.
Even though what the little Taoist said was reasonable, Huang Laodao just now clearly felt that the bamboo pole was broken by the crack in the stone.
That touch... was clearly a hand hidden in the water, breaking it off!
On the eve of breaking, Huang Laodao could even feel the hand in the water vigorously fighting for the bamboo pole with him.
He tightened his grip out of fear and did not let go, which led to it being broken.
But in this deep river, no normal person would dive in the water in the middle of the night. Under heavy rain, the river is the most dangerous.
What's more, he has already informed the villagers that he will worship the river god in the river tonight. No one dares to swim in the river at this time and deliberately play tricks.
A terrifying thought suddenly appeared in Huang Laodao's heart.
Could the thing hidden in the water not be a human being at all? !
Huang Laodao was instantly terrified and did not dare to stay here for a moment longer. He held the peach wood sword and the cinnabar yellow talisman tightly in his hand.
Without the support of bamboo poles, the bamboo raft can only flow rapidly downstream with the current, and the drifting trend becomes more and more rapid.
There was a heavy "bang" sound, and the bamboo raft seemed to have hit a raised rock. The water splashed wildly, and it was about to roll over.
The little Taoist priest yelled urgently, sit tight and steady, don't let the raft roll over!
Under the guidance of the little Taoist priest, the women screamed miserably, but they still listened to the little Taoist priest's words.
Except Shu Ci, they held hands to form a human wall, and finally managed to stabilize the bamboo raft that was about to overturn in extremely dangerous ways.
Huang Laodao was extremely happy, but fortunately he did not ask Da to come alone to pretend to offer sacrifices to the river god.
To be on the safe side, he chose six village girls, which was really foresight.
Otherwise, with his weight alone, the boat would probably have tipped over long ago.
Under this dim sight, in such a fast and cold river, he could not find where the hidden stake was for a while. No matter how hard he could pass the water, he would probably lose his life. .
If the boat washed downstream along the current, it would be safe and sound.
Finally, there was no danger. The old Taoist was about to breathe a sigh of relief and subconsciously wanted to see Mrs. Su, whom he had longed for.
But out of the corner of his eye, he touched the past and saw a red figure on the side of the raft. The figure was sitting closely against a village girl, and his face could not be seen clearly.
At first, Huang Laodao thought it was some timid little lady who was afraid, so she secretly cried behind her familiar sister.
But Huang Laodao had no reason, and his mind suddenly exploded.
Strange, among the group of women who came on the boat tonight, is anyone wearing red?
Huang Laodao was half puzzled and half fearful as he counted them carefully.
In just one moment, my hair stood on end, my whole body felt like freezing, and I was breaking out in cold sweat.
Seven people? !
Seven women? !
He clearly counted the names, and those who got on the boat were the six most beautiful village girls in the village. But at some point, there were actually seven women on the boat!
The man in red was not on the boat from the beginning.
Dirty things!
He actually provoked something unclean!
The old Taoist priest's legs became weak and he almost sat upright.
He froze his eyes, forcing himself not to look at the figure in red, but under extreme fear, his eyes were uncontrollably staring at the strange woman, unable to move even half an inch.
After a bumpy ride, the boat gradually calmed down, looking through the gloomy weather filled with mist.
Everyone sitting on the boat could vaguely see two figures on the other side of the river, holding umbrellas and lanterns, as if waiting for them to return to the shore.
Everyone was overjoyed, saying that they were about to reach the other shore and finally no longer had to worry.
The five women quickly made paddles with their palms and rowed the raft quickly, hoping to reach the shore quickly.
Huang Laodao looked at the woman in red stiffly, and saw that she was clinging to the back of one of the women like a ghost, and slowly raised her pale and deep face. .
The woman's lips were scarlet and cracked like the waning moon, and he was blowing cold wind hissingly towards the back of the woman's neck.
The woman shivered, but as if she couldn't see or feel the presence of the woman behind her, she still paddled the water desperately, looking eagerly at the other side of the river.
This scene was really too weird. Huang Laodao followed her gaze and looked back, only to see that he had been swept under a cliff and waterfall at some point behind him.
With such a stream, how can there be a waterfall!
Huang Laodao was frightened and shouted: "Stop! Stop! It's going to fall! It's going to fall! Are you crazy?!"
But no matter the five women or the little Taoist priest, it was as if they couldn't hear the old Taoist priest's words. They still held hands desperately, chasing the light in the darkness, and looked longingly at the cliff waterfall.
The old Taoist priest looked at the crowd as if he was possessed, his body suddenly trembled, and he looked directly at Shu Ci's sarcastic sneer under the iron pot.
The old Taoist priest was stunned in panic, and thought to himself that in such a strange situation, she did not seem to be possessed, but her eyes were too calm.
With his thoughts in confusion, the raft under his butt finally reached its limit and was shattered into pieces.
Everyone on the boat dropped their dumplings and seemed to fall into the water.
As soon as the old Taoist priest fell into the water, he was horrified to feel that countless hands that were colder and biting than the river water were grabbing his body from all directions and pulling him deep into the river water.
Although he was very good at water, the river water was still pouring crazily into his chest and lungs. His limbs were flopping around and struggling, trying hard to open his eyes in the rushing river water.
He was horrified to find that the arm that was grasping him tightly was so long. It was obviously not a human hand at all. The densely packed arms were as slender as the limbs of a centipede.
Some grabbed his hands and feet, while others wrapped tightly around his belly and neck bones like snakes.
The old Taoist feels like he has fallen into an ice cave, his blood has solidified, and he thinks to himself, will he be able to confess that he fed a female ghost in this ghost place today? When death was approaching, another strange thought came to Huang Laodao's mind.
He looked at the people sinking into the river, none of them struggling in fear like him.
They seemed to have fallen into a peaceful dreamland, their expressions were peaceful and calm, and they were soaking in the river water with their limbs stretched out in an extremely relaxed posture.
Let the frighteningly long pale arms slowly drag them into the abyss.
Why is he... not like this group of people who are so evil and unaware of it?
Why can he see the female ghost in red and the side of the abyss?
As the feeling of suffocation gradually came, a warm glimmer suddenly appeared in Lao Dao's chest, which was extremely clear in the water.
The arms that were holding his body loosened one after another as if they had been burned.
Losing control of his body, the old Taoist priest hurriedly kicked his hands and feet together and floated to the surface of the water as if he was desperate.
"Wow!!! Cough cough cough!!!"
Huang Laodao pushed his head out of the water with a look of embarrassment, breathing in the cold air greedily, his brain was deprived of oxygen. The dizziness has also been relieved.
He was extremely happy. It turned out that the wolf fang pendant he wore all year round was actually a good thing to ward off evil spirits.
Fortunately, when he was in poverty, he did not sell the wolf fang that his old father left to him before his death, otherwise he would not know how he died today.
At this moment, it is no longer possible to care about the lives of those women and disciples.
As the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist. Saving your own life is the key now!
Huang Laodao’s crazy dog started to paddle, looking left and right, looking for the river bank, but before swimming for a long time, his forehead hit something cool.
When he looked up, he saw a pair of pale female feet. These feet had obviously been bound, with deformed three-inch golden lotuses, and an unusually pale complexion. Huang Laodao felt despair again.
What he saw floating on the water was the female ghost in red that he saw first. From her feet, blood spread out, dripping.
It turned out that the clothes she was wearing were not red at all, but the blood that had overflowed from her body all the time, dyeing the clothes red.
She seems to have no time to care about the old man at the moment.
Although the old Taoist couldn't see her face clearly, he could feel the aura conveyed by this female ghost, which actually gave people a sense of tension as if facing a formidable enemy.
Only a few meters away from the female ghost in red, a large iron pot floated in the torrent of the river, ignoring the law of weight.
Shu Ci, on the other hand, was sitting on the bottom of the pot that was upside down and watered, with her simple skirt spread out like flowers.
Her long black hair was dancing in the wind and rain like misty clouds. Her charming face and simple clothes exuded a bit of grandeur.
She glanced over, and the female ghost visibly shrank, as if intimidated by her aura.
The sarcastic sneer in Shu Ci's eyes became deeper and deeper: "Useless trash, I have brought this food to your door, and you can't even handle it? What? You still want me to kill it with my own hands? Can I feed it to your mouth? "
Shu Ci obviously meant something. Huang Laodao was not a fool. Of course he understood that the 'food' in his mouth was actually himself?
Hurrah!
It turns out that the mantis is chasing the cicada, and the oriole is behind!
She initially agreed to come with him to worship the river god, but she had this bad idea and wanted to send him to a ghost cave.
Huang Laodao never thought that he would fall into the hands of this vicious and vicious woman today. He was so angry that he was shaking all over:
"Wow! You black-hearted and vicious woman! It turns out that These days, you have killed all the innocent women in the village!
You actually have such a vicious heart today and deliberately led me here just to get me buried in the ghost's belly! "
Shu Ci sat in front of the wind and waves, above the ghostly waves, and raindrops fell on her eyebrows, strange and calm:
"It turned out to be a sacrifice to the river god. Was it me who made the decision in the beginning for the grand ceremony? ”
With a light word, Huang Laodao’s face turned red. After all, he was the one who broke the idea in the first place.
The old Taoist hesitated for a moment, and then put on his hypocritical look. He scolded with a face that said: "But even if there is some disagreement between the old Taoist and you, it's just that you want to take revenge.
But these women in the village and my little disciple are all innocent. Why do you have such a cruel heart to harm these people who have no enmity against you? ! ”
It’s a pity that his benevolent and righteous preaching has found the wrong target. Shu Ci has never been a benevolent and righteous person. Words such as hard-hearted and ruthless are all merciful when used on her.
< br>She raised her eyes, slowly raised one of her snow-white palms, turned it over and over, looked at it carefully, and said casually:
"An innocent person who died without any injustice or grudges died in my hands. , and more than just these five people?
We never argue with others. We want you to die, so the only thing you can do now is to die obediently. ”
"You! You!" Huang Laodao was so angry that he didn't pay attention. He took another sip of cold river water, and his limbs became extremely heavy.
He hurriedly hugged a floating piece of driftwood again, finally able to breathe for a moment.
He lay on the driftwood, fearing that the female ghost would really listen to the dead woman and come to eat him.
But fortunately, the female ghost was facing the woman at this moment, as if all her energy was on that woman.
He could even clearly feel the female ghost's jealousy and fear, and even had a faint intention of retreating.
The old Taoist priest felt a chill in his heart and swallowed his saliva.
What on earth was it that made the female ghost look like this before she even took action?
The blood around the female ghost in red gradually faded, and her open bloody mouth slowly closed, as if she did not dare to make any mistakes in front of Shu Ci.
Her floating body also slowly sank into the water, as if preparing to escape Shu Ci's sight.
Shu Ci always sat on the iron pot, staring at her with cold eyes, without making any unnecessary movements.
"Ding dong..."
At this moment, all the sounds in the world seemed to be taken away by some force.
The sky and the earth are light and windy, and the mountains and rivers are suddenly far away. It is like darkness has returned, and the color of the surrounding scenery seems to have been snatched away in an instant, turning into a bleak color of white ink and ink.
It was like a drop of water falling into the calm and silent lake, making a crisp dripping sound.
The body of the female ghost in red slowly sinking into the water suddenly froze.
Shu Ci's eyes narrowed deeply, and his gaze suddenly became sharp.
In the black and white time, she saw a red line like a fine mist, penetrating the female ghost's eyebrows.
Is that... Demon King Wing Fire?
The Demon King is actually here?
At this moment, Shu Ci was suffering from being knocked back to his original form. His consciousness was severely damaged and he was unable to capture whether there was the aura of the Demon Lord in this space.
The female ghost in red made a tearing roar, and the red clothes under her body turned into blood, dyeing the entire lake red in an instant.
(End of this chapter)