On the Yangtze River, a ship with the surname Li on it was sailing upstream.
On the bow of the ship, three people, one big, one small and one young, stood on the bow. They were Simu, Russell and the mysterious Northeastern spirit Luo Xiang.
At this time, Luo Xiang was still talking incessantly. He pointed at the distance with a serious expression and vaguely saw a scene of lights and feasting.
"It's that place, the forbidden land along the Yangtze River!"
They had been sailing on the Yangtze River for a day. Although their speed upstream was very slow and could not reach the speed they had when they left Baidi City in the morning and reached Caiyunjian in the west, it was still relatively fast.
The boat soon arrived at a strange place, which was also the forbidden place mentioned by Luo Xiang.
Russell looked up and saw a floor that looked like a mirage, extremely prosperous and breathtaking.
Faintly, one could see countless figures swaying there, lanterns hanging high, and the lively sound of bronze drums.
Even if you are far away, you can still hear something vaguely.
This forbidden place turned out to be a flower boat drifting on the Yangtze River!
When playing on the river at night, if you feel tired or just feel like it, just pull one up and take a boat down the river, using the sky as a quilt and the boat as a bed.
It was dark and there were a lot of people around, it was particularly exciting!
This is called boat shake!
Russell looked at it for a long time, his eyes showing a hint of excitement, and he couldn't help but praise it repeatedly, "Great place, great place!"
"What a ghost!"
The four-eyed man standing by was almost frightened to the point of his legs going limp. The flower boat was good, it was a paradise for the unrestrained on earth and a paradise for the rich.
But is that for the living to enjoy
We don’t even know which dynasty this flower boat belongs to!
Being able to create such a huge illusion, Simu felt terrified just thinking about it and took three breaths of cold air.
It’s exactly the same as the Tengteng Town that my senior brother mentioned last time!
Don’t think that Tengteng Town was destroyed easily. Simu knew clearly that it was because the female silver-armored corpse fell into a deep sleep and the numerous zombies were leaderless and had low IQs, so they were destroyed.
This flower boat is unfamiliar with the place, and if the two of them plus a spirit medium go in, wouldn't they be asking for their lives
Can you beat ten more
With such a big flower boat, one could guess with one's toes that there must be at least several hundred ghosts on it.
Simu couldn't help feeling a chill all over his body. He had already thought of himself being captured by a group of female ghosts and being mercilessly whipped day and night.
Oh, that’s so scary!
Russell ignored Simu and turned to look at Luo Xiang. "Is there any way to sneak in?"
Since the other party's ghost ship can be so big, it is definitely intended to attract people on board.
For safety's sake, the most efficient way is to sneak in first and kill the leader inside quickly.
If you rush in headfirst, you might not be able to kill many of them, as the others will all run away.
This is an energy point, something Russell has in his pocket, how could he just watch it run away
Luo Xiang opened his mouth, wanting to persuade the little Russell in front of him, but he saw Russell flip his right hand, with countless lightning jumping on it, looking at him very kindly.
He immediately shut his mouth, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the small boats floating on the river. "The only way to get to that place is to take those small boats."
"However, it is still a bit difficult. After all, no one knows the rules of their invitation."
"Generally, as long as you don't get close and walk around them, they won't come close."
As Luo Xiang was talking, he couldn't help but stare in amazement. In the distance, he saw a cloaked boat coming towards them like an arrow.
Thinking of what he had just said, Luo Xiang touched his nose awkwardly. This ghost was really a piece of shit. Why didn't he play by the rules
He turned his head and found that Russell was holding a talisman in his hand and waving it around. The talisman was really strange, he had never seen it before.
Simu was still a little worried, "Do you really want to go? What if there are powerful people in there?"
Russell nodded, then walked up to Luo Xiang with a serious look on his face, stretched out his hand and patted... patted his thigh.
"Go and interrogate him later and get more information."
"I?"
Luo Xiang pointed at himself, looking a little hesitant, "I don't know how to torture people. I've never done such a thing before."
"Just beat him!" Russell looked disappointed. "If he doesn't talk, beat him. Beat him until he surrenders and talks."
"Hit him?"
Luo Xiang was still a little hesitant, "This is not good, hitting people is wrong."
Russell chuckled, patted his thigh, and asked, "Let me ask you, hitting someone is against the law, right?"
"right."
Although fighting and armed conflicts are normal things, officials do not investigate and the people do not report them.
But if someone dies or the matter is reported to higher-ups, the government will definitely intervene.
If you give them some money, you might even lose your head!
Russell continued to inquire, "Is that ghost a human?"
"this… "
"Ghosts are not people, so is it illegal to beat ghosts?"
"this… "
Luo Xiang blinked his eyes violently, and it seemed as if the door to a new world had been opened to him. It turned out that as long as he acted smartly enough, the law could not punish him, and justice and conscience could not interfere with him.
…
Under the moonlight, a small boat approached quietly. The people around seemed to be invisible. At the bow, a man in black wearing a cloak slowly raised his head.
His voice was hoarse, "Hey guys, are you interested in taking a boat trip on the river?"
As if he was afraid that everyone would refuse, he added, "I'm running a small business to support my family. Just give me a few copper coins."
Russell looked at the boatman and smiled. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was a living person, a very normal person.
But in his eyes, the boatman's face was as pale as paper, his pupils were pitch black, his skin was a strange color, and he looked like a porcelain doll.
At this moment, the boatman smiled, which was extremely strange, as if he had thought of something funny.
Could it be because the grandmother at home is about to give birth
Russell glanced at Luo Xiang next to him. Luo Xiang nodded in understanding and rubbed his palms twice.
He just put his hands together and formed a strange spell.
“The innate nature is yin and yang, and the words yin and yang are the true meaning;
The six realms of reincarnation are a beacon of light, with humans, ghosts, immortals and saints;
I follow the order of the Golden Flower Sect Leader and obey the command immediately!
I am a new disciple, so I use this mantra to ask the immortal to become my master! "
The spell was chanted very sincerely, and the four eyes on the side turned their heads away with a hint of disdain. Perhaps this was the sense of superiority that came from the righteous sect.
Whenever something happens, just shout, "Master, save me!" and strength will come immediately!
Why do you need to beg and flatter like that
After the spell was finished, Luo Xiang's originally young face immediately became old, and his handsome appearance became pointed and monkey-like, looking wretched no matter how he looked at it.
He twisted his body and stretched his waist, but his eyes did not look at the boatman, but at Russell.
"Little doll!"
Luo Xiang's voice was hoarse and his eyes were cold. "Why do I feel the injustice of the Huang family from you? You..."
"roll!"
Before Russell could even speak, Simu on the side became impatient.
For a cultivator like him, encountering such a monster would be a disgust from the bottom of his heart.
It feels like people in later generations, when they see some people who are living a good life, they don’t despise them, but they can’t say they like them either.
Why would you mess with anyone else, but why mess with your precious bag from Maoshan!
Simu folded his hands in front of his chest, and swept a sharp look over Luo Xiang, "I am from Maoshan, you don't accept it? Find a place to practice?"
Maoshan's?
It’s that group of petty-minded people who protect their own shortcomings again. How unlucky!
Luo Xiang shuddered all over and looked at his hands in surprise, confused and puzzled. This was the first time since he became a Chu Ma Xian that it was not Wong Tai Sin who controlled his body to fight.
Sometimes, Wong Tai Sin would refuse to leave and would eat some living things alive and suck their blood.
Luo Xiang was used to it. After all, this was the price of borrowing power, and this was the fate of those who were not talented!
He looked at Simu and Russell deeply, and Luo Xiang seemed to understand something. The two people in front of him were definitely not simple casual cultivators.
Maybe he came from some famous sect, and his stature is very long!
“Boom!”
Luo Xiang didn't waste any words. He pushed hard with his feet, and a dull sound was heard on the boat instantly. He jumped 3 meters high and landed heavily in front of the boatman.
With a loud slap, the boatman was slapped hard in the face.
"Will you tell me?"
Boatman:
He was confused at this time. Since he became a ghost, he usually screened those who accidentally entered the restricted area and took those with strong yang energy onto the flower boat to become food for the female ghosts.
Because he is diligent and pulls more people, he gets more rewards, and his strength is much stronger than ordinary ghosts!
Ordinary people cannot see through his disguise or touch his body.
I can't even touch him, let alone hit him!
But that crisp slap just now really taught the boatman a lesson.
He turned into a ghost and was beaten!
"Ah! You're still so stubborn." Luo Xiang frowned and slapped him again with his backhand, faster, harder and louder, "Are you going to tell me or not?"
Boatman: …
Another slap.
"Will you tell me?"
"dad!"
The boatman knelt down and hugged Luo Xiang's thighs, because he found that all his magic and immense strength were of no use in front of him.
A hand was pressed on his head, making it impossible for him to move.
The boatman looked aggrieved at this moment, "My father, my grandfather, if you have any questions, just ask them. Don't hit me, don't hit me, oo..."
The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he felt. He was such a grown man, yet he was treated unfairly, looked down upon, and bullied when he was alive.
I never thought that after this guy died and turned into a ghost, he could still be bullied!
"Ah!" Luo Xiang scratched his head, looking confused, "Didn't I ask just now?"
"Hurry up!" Russell bent down and looked at the boatman. "Let me ask you, how many ghosts are there on that flower boat? How many of them are more powerful than you?"
The boatman slowly raised his head and found that it was a little ghost, but there was an adult standing next to him, wearing a Taoist robe.
Taoist robes...
Damn it, why am I so unlucky!
The boatman said with a sad face, "Maybe there are about 60 or 70 of them, and there are probably about 20 who are more powerful than me. The most powerful one is a leader."
"All the Taoists and monks who came here in the past few years were easily killed by him. Their corpses filled up a small boat."
Russell nodded. The number was neither too many nor too few. Although a flower boat could accommodate hundreds of people, not everyone would die at the same time.
Moreover, ghosts and monsters will fight among themselves, and will also be eliminated by those who exorcise demons.
There are sixty or seventy of them now, which is quite a lot!
Simu took a deep breath. The scattered soldiers and generals were different from the army organized by Chen.
Two fists are no match for four hands!
Russell seemed to see his worry. He clapped his hands and a black shadow fell from the sky, leaving two shallow pits on the deck.
It was the silver-armored corpse. He stretched out his arm and took out a heavy object from his back. It was a black coffin.
As soon as this thing came out, all four of their eyes sparkled with brilliance, and they wanted to lie on it directly, "Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness!"
He is a corpse keeper, so he can tell the depth of a coffin like this one at a glance.
It is simply a top-quality coffin. Whether it is used to hold a zombie or yourself, it is top-notch.
Russell clapped his right hand, and countless bright red stripes appeared on the black coffin, densely packed together, outlining a strange shape.
The boatman was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, trembling as he looked at the black coffin.
Not to mention the boatman, even Luo Xiang felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart, and his pointed face and monkey cheeks instantly returned to normal.
The Wong Tai Sin who was possessed by the demon was frightened away and hid inside him, trembling and not daring to show even half of his head.
"Heaven-Swallowing Coffin!"
Russell's mouth curled up. This was the magic weapon he had carefully refined, just in case he encountered trouble from many ghosts.
Using the black dog's blood, he drew a Heaven-Swallowing Array on the black coffin. Combined with the original absorption ability, it was simply invincible!
How good is it
Just look at the saliva flowing from Simu’s mouth and you will know!
"How about it, do you still dare to go?"
Russell looked at Simu jokingly and asked. How could Simu say no? He just nodded desperately.
Then, his eyes rolled and he rubbed his hands together excitedly, "Little Russell, when will you give this coffin to your master to enjoy?"
Simu had a good idea. Russell majored in paper figurines and his cultivation progressed very quickly. This black coffin might be eliminated soon.
Who should it be given to
He must give it to his master!
When the time comes, I can just shamelessly run to Uncle Jiu and ask for help. Then the black coffin will be easily within my reach, right
As a good junior brother of Uncle Jiu, he would never do something like stealing Uncle Jiu's coffin.
At most, they would sneak through the door and then run away carrying the coffin.
Anyway, what he did was called robbing, not stealing!
Russell rolled his eyes, jumped up, and jumped steadily onto the boatman's boat, "Uncle Master, you stay on the boat to prevent any accidents."
He didn't want to be outside and have the crystal stolen!
"Okay, then just give me a coffin."
Simu said in a flattering manner, "You don't need such a big one, a smaller one will be fine."
Begging for someone to deliver the coffin...
It’s really a good hobby!