When the boat docked, he was a thin, withered old man with wrinkles like orange peel on his face.
Wearing a taupe coir raincoat and a bamboo hat.
When the boat landed on the shore and saw it clearly at a close distance, Fangzheng was finally sure that the green leather lantern at the bow was the soul-inducing lamp.
Fang was surprised.
The last time he saw the soul-guiding lamp was the time not long ago when he traveled with Mr. Fu and Butcher Zhang to catch the evil mirror spirit.
The scene in front of me is so similar to the scene of the nightfall that day, it is also like a misty water world...a boat...a boatman...a soul-inducing lamp on the bow.
But today is not a bad day.
The boatman is not Mr. Fu either.
Right now, in the real world.
What is in this Longtou Lake? Why does a mysterious boatman who guides the way with a soul lamp suddenly appear in the middle of the night
Fangzheng's heart was serious.
suddenly!
Fangzheng flapped his nose lightly a few times, and when the boat docked, he smelled an unusual smell in the air.
It is stench.
From green leather lanterns.
The reason why the corpse oil smells so bad is because it contains methane, so it burns very brightly...
Fangzheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked down at the soul-attracting lamp that was emitting a ghostly blue light.
In the dead of night, a ferryman suddenly appeared in the quiet Pinghu Lake.
The boatman also has a soul-inducing lamp made of corpse oil.
This in itself is abnormal, maybe... this boatman is not human...
Fortunately, Fangzheng was wearing a combat uniform, and even his face was covered by a prop helmet, so the boatman didn't notice any abnormalities on his face.
And Fangzheng also began to remain calm, carefully sizing up the boatman and the boat in front of him.
He didn't get on board rashly.
"What is the identity of this boatman? Since he is not a human, he must be a ghost? Why did the two mysterious people in front board the boat and let the boatman take them into the depths of Longtou Lake?"
"Is it because...they are not familiar with the nature of water, or is it because...there is really something under the lake that makes those two afraid, and the old boatman must be the one to cross the lake safely?"
Fangzheng was thinking, standing motionless on the shore of the lake.
"You should be clear about the rules of the ferry business, right?" Although the old boatman was smiling, it seemed to give people a dry smile that didn't smile. He was clearly smiling but gave off a cold feeling with no expression. , revealing a mouthful of black and yellow rotten teeth.
ferry
Borrow the wrong way
Faced with an increasingly weird and rapidly changing world, the previous world view can no longer keep up with the weird world after the drastic changes. Fang Zheng is like an illiterate... ignorantly breaking into another even more weird world.
For a moment, Fangzheng didn't know how to answer the conversation so as not to expose himself, so he stood still and didn't answer right away.
Seeing that Fangzheng was standing on the shore of the lake all the time, the ferryman had no intention of boarding the boat. He saw that the ferryman was about to row the oars he had been holding all the time, and had to row back to the depths of Longtou Lake.
But at this moment, boom!
Fangzheng stepped on the bow of the boat with one foot, but the other foot remained motionless, standing on the shore of the lake.
The ferryman's expression remained unchanged, he stopped the oars he was about to row, and looked at Fangzheng.
Fang Zheng withdrew his foot... The ferryman waited quietly for a while, and then he was about to row away... Fang Zheng stepped on the boat again with one foot.
Fangzheng pulled his foot back...
Fangzheng took a step...
After repeating this for about ten minutes, perhaps the ferryman, who insisted that the customer is God, had always been expressionless, finally couldn't help but yelled: "If you want to go, go, if you don't have money, go away."
Fangzheng suddenly realized that it was the boat fare...
If you said you wanted money, you would have it.
Ghosts want money too
So Fangzheng took out a bunch of crumpled banknotes from his body, but this time it was the ferryman who was motionless, his old face wrinkled like orange peel, with a warm and angry expression, under the faint blue light on the bow , most of his face was shrouded in shadows, his face turned green and then black, looking gloomy.
"The ferry borrows the Yin way, and only collects money from the underworld."
"No Yangjian money."
The orange peel wrinkles on the ferryman's face deepened, his facial features distorted as if he was holding back his anger.
What
Sheol's money
Oh, it turned out to be Mingbi, Fangzheng realized.
But where do you want me to find ghost coins for you in the middle of the night
Also, the ship fee is 10 billion denomination coins? Or the one with a trillion denomination coins
The ferryman shrugged his nose, with a greedy smile on his face, raised a finger with black onychonails, pointed at Fangzheng and said greedily, "I can already smell the strong fragrance of money on your body." .”
"Money, the more you smell it, the more addictive you smell it."
When the ferryman smiled, he showed his black and yellow rotten teeth, which made Fang Zheng feel nauseous.
Hearing the ferryman's words, Fangzheng was both surprised and astounded. He naturally knew what was on his body. Which normal living person would carry such unlucky things as ghost coins with him
However.
The next moment, when Fangzheng actually found a Ming coin from his body, he was stunned.
"Yes, that's it, the smell of money." The ferryman's eyes were greedy, staring straight at the Ming coin in Fangzheng's hand, and he couldn't take his eyes away anymore.
Fangzheng quickly remembered the source of this ghost coin.
He couldn't help but think of that timid, timid little girl who only dared to look down at her feet. She was so pitiful that it made people's nose sore. She was only seven or eight years old, but with a strong obsession in her life, she still had Clean and kind eyes that are not polluted by noise.
Fangzheng recovered from his daze, and frowned.
He remembered very clearly that this Ming coin was kept at home by him, when did he take it with him
Ming coins are also called Yinde money.
Yinde, Yinde...Fangzheng suddenly fell silent.
"Boatman, I've been seasick since I was a child, so can you...can you give me a hand?"
"I'm afraid I'll get seasick and fall into this lake if I accidentally lose my footing. It doesn't matter if I fall into the lake. The key is that I'm afraid of the money..."
As he said that, Fangzheng deliberately waved the coins in his hand a few more times in front of his eyes.
He was greedily staring at the ferryman in Fangzheng's hand, and hurriedly called out to be careful of the money, be careful of the money, he hesitated a little, put down the oars in his hands, walked to the bow and stretched out his hand...
When Fangzheng grabbed the palm of the ferryman, he felt like he was grabbing a lump of hard ice, with a warmth without flesh and blood.
"Be careful where you step, don't fall into this lake, the lake is not very flat now..." The ferryman turned his body sideways so that Fang Zheng could board the bow of the narrow space on the boat, and kindly reminded Fang Zheng to pay attention to his feet.
Of course, he was actually reminding Fang Zheng of the money in his hand...
"Boater, your soul lamp is corpse oil, right?"
"Hey, little brother has good eyesight."
"Boatman, someone once said a word to me..."
"?"
puff!
Before the words were finished, a cold light flashed suddenly, and the ghost head knife had already slashed the boatman in front of him into two vertically, all the way to the abdomen, but not a single drop of blood flowed out. Skin.
"If someone uses corpse oil as a soul lamp, go up and give him a knife."
Until this moment, Fangzheng only finished the last half of his sentence.
(end of this chapter)