Chapter 117 Special level weird boatman’s bamboo raft, aunt, I need to pee!
Walking on the road, Jiang Tang's figure was swaying, and his eyeballs popped up from time to time, and then quickly retracted.
“The Eye of Desolation is affecting me!”
He finally discovered that the Eye of Desolation not only affected his physique, changed his strange aura, but was even eating away at his thoughts.
He walked along the streets with crows hovering in the sky.
Quack-quack——
A crow suddenly fell from the sky and landed on his shoulder accurately.
The crow has a red eyeball between its eyebrows.
He instantly understood that this was the Devil Bear's method. The Devil Bear had something to ask him to do.
. . . . . .
"Wobbling, swaying, swaying -"
"A group of ducks are coming from the water."
Under the overpass in the suburbs, fishing blogger Xiaolong has a plaster on his right leg and is here with his assistant in black stockings While making a nest.
What happened last time made him see the heat.
"Corns, corns, I've said it so many times, it's not a plague, don't spread it randomly."
"There are still ghosts and ghosts, it's the 21st century, still Does anyone believe there are ghosts in this world? Isn’t this nonsense?”
He crossed his legs, and his assistant in black stockings peeled fruit for him, glancing at the barrage from time to time.
: "No, I heard that there are ghosts everywhere recently."
: "I heard that there is also something like J City in H City. It's very restless recently. Something happens from time to time. Urban legend. "
: "Yeah, people often get into trouble. The village next to us was closed down a few days ago, and there were a lot of people from the bureau at the door, but they didn't look like police, more like old people. It’s time to deal with strange events.”
: "Don't tell me, my buddy is in J City. He told me personally that he heard the sound of a merry-go-round at the kindergarten at night, and then many people died the next day."
: "Yes, I heard about it too. It seems that these people were stabbed when they died. It's so scary."
: "H City is not peaceful either. Brothers, the ghosts are about to revive. I Go to the gym first!”
In recent times, many things have happened not only in Daxia Kingdom, but also abroad.
All kinds of rumors.
The situation in the Lighthouse Country was even more serious. I heard a mysterious phone ringing, and people would die as soon as they answered the phone. Over 70,000 people died overnight, and even their official leaders died on the phone.
Daxia is currently doing well and has not experienced such a large-scale situation.
Xiaolong held his mouth and looked at the hundreds of thousands of hits in the live broadcast room, very happy.
If you don’t make money, you will be a bastard, and you will be immune to all ghosts.
Throwing the pole with great concern: "It's impossible. There can't be ghosts in this world. If there are ghosts, just show up and let me see."
A rod was thrown out, and the bait quickly fell into the water and made a wave.
The small waves are getting bigger and bigger.
And, it started to rain.
The rainwater fell into the lake, causing ripples.
Xiaolong glanced at the sky: "It's strange, is it raining and not falling at the same time?"
It was raining about thirty meters in front, but the sky is still clear here, like two A completely different world.
The assistant also stood up and took a confused look: "No, this rain seems to be walking, coming this way."
"Brother Long, you see there seems to be someone fishing in front of you. , I saw a raft.”
After hearing the assistant’s voice, Xiaolong also stood up, fixed on his crutches.
Sure enough.
There was a raft on the dark water ahead, coming towards us, and rainwater overflowed on the raft.
There was a man wearing a bamboo hat standing in front of the raft. It was difficult to see his face clearly even with the help of moonlight.
Xiaolong muttered: "No, at this time, there are still people using rafts to fish? What era is it."
Holding a lamp in his hand, he shined towards the front.
"Brother, you are out fishing in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid of something happening?"
Reminded with good intentions. But the other party didn't seem to reply, and the flashlight couldn't shine that far.
In the middle of the night, there is no light on the raft.
Suddenly.
A burst of folk songs came from his mouth, high and sharp.
At the same time, he raised his head and looked over. His face under the bamboo hat was slender, like a snake spirit.
The bamboo raft swayed slightly and came directly towards this direction at a very fast speed.
The strange folk songs and bamboo rafts startled Xiaolong.
He took a step back suddenly, tick tock.
The rain started to move. It had stopped in the distance just now, and now it was actually dripping on his head.
The rain is moving, it seems to be moving with the bamboo raft!
He shined the light again, and it happened to be fixed on the face of the man on the bamboo raft.
The face was pale and colorless. He had no facial features, just a pure white face, but for some reason, I could feel him smiling!
This folk song seems to be coming from the small cloak on the bamboo raft.
A person without facial features!
Xiaolong and the assistant in black stockings were startled, and they turned around and ran away. At this time, they couldn't even care about their injured legs, so they just opened their legs and ran wildly.
While running, he screamed: "Ghost!"
The bamboo raft behind him came along the river and stopped on the bank to look at Xiaolong and the two.
When the little dragon ran away, he glanced back and said, "Damn, this is a water ghost. Fortunately, it stopped when it reached the shore. It's so scary."
It rolled and crawled away. After a while, the distance was too much, so he and his assistant sat on a stone pier next to him to rest.
While resting, I was sweating profusely and looking back from time to time.
As for the crutches, he had already thrown them away. Now that his adrenal glands were more than half gone, he felt a sharp pain in the soles of his feet.
When I lifted my foot, yellow-green liquid flowed out of it, and it seemed to be swollen, and something was crawling.
"Brother Long, what was that just now? Wasn't it a prank?" the assistant asked in a low voice.
Xiaolong swallowed: "It shouldn't be, right? Isn't it really a ghost? Damn it, no matter what, the soles of my feet hurt so much, take me to the hospital."
The assistant nodded and came over, squatting down just now, ready to help him up.
Tick-tock——
A drop of rain fell and hit her forehead accurately.
Followed by another drop, and slowly more and more.
"Is it raining?" Xiaolong also raised his head, as if he had palpitations because of what just happened.
No.
How to get the bamboo raft ashore? It’s impossible.
As a result, as soon as the two stood up, the familiar folk song came over again, and they were shocked.
Look up.
Directly ahead, under the moonlight, a simple bamboo raft is floating on the ground.
The man wearing a bamboo hat at the head of the bamboo raft held a long bamboo in his hand and inserted it into the concrete floor.
The hard cement floor now made waves like water, pushing the bamboo raft over.
The two of them were so frightened that they trembled and stumbled to the ground.
The moment when the rain falls and the bamboo raft approaches.
The two of them fell directly into it. The concrete ground was like water, swallowing them up directly. It was as if nothing had happened.
The boatman and the bamboo raft continued to swim forward, and the rain began to move with them.
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Community.
“Auntie, I want to pee.”
(End of this chapter)