076. River God
The helm cabin was at the stern of the ship, on top of a towering two-story building. On the way there, Zhu Lezhi said in a low voice with some annoyance, "What's going on? It looks like neither a human nor a ghost."
Qing Ling laughed softly, "Yu Zhou is in this state, it's impossible that he has no news of his secret activities."
The implication is that Zhu Lezhi shouldn't know nothing, and Qing Ling is even more aware of it.
Zhu Lezhi, who had just nearly died, sighed and said, "Everyone should mind their own business. Yuzhou Yinxing has always been exclusive. We don't know much about the inside story. If it was just an ordinary person who died, other Yinxing people would not intervene. But there happened to be a Yinxing person who died in Yuzhou, so... our Zhu family has wanted to investigate Yuzhou for a long time."
Qing Ling stepped onto the steps and asked, "So you came here just to investigate?"
"Not really." Zhu Lezhi followed behind him, "Otherwise I wouldn't have avoided Yuzhou on purpose when I came here. I thought this place was a place that would eat people, but when I set out from Lincang, I took the risk of bringing you here because of Senior Shang's knife."
This was the secret. She knew that even if she didn't tell him, Qingling would be able to guess about 70% of it. Miaoyuan had also reminded her of this.
Just as they arrived at the room at the rudder, a boatman was standing outside the door. He waved to the two of them and wanted to say something with a smile, but Zhu Lezhi swung his whip over and wrapped it around his neck.
Qing Ling stood where he was and said softly, "This won't happen again."
He couldn't understand the map very well, but he was not a fool. Zhu Lezhi's action could not be said to be wrong. After all, a gentleman judges by deeds, and she did a good thing, at least for the people.
But Qingling doesn't want to get involved in these feuds. Shang Changheng wants to find his own tomb, and Qingling wants to find out his past. He wants to find out what happened a thousand years ago and how much the Qing family did in Shang Changheng's death.
Qingling's heart is very small, originally it could only accommodate himself, but now there is Shang Changheng.
After leaving Zhanlong Mountain, he learned compassion, sympathy and admiration, but if it really came to a life-and-death situation, he would not hesitate to choose to protect himself first. There are people with great ambitions in this world, but Qingling is just an ordinary person.
When Zhu Lezhi beat the boatman, the boatman's neck was broken in half, his head drooped to the side, and he was still crying with tears streaming down his face: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!!"
Qingling found it quite interesting. As long as the boatman didn't realize that he was dead, he seemed to be very resistant to death. He couldn't die even in this way. He even... thought he was a living person. Once the truth about his death was exposed, his body would decay and the evil ghost would be revived.
Zhu Lezhi also noticed it. She stepped on the boatman's chest and said coldly: "Why are you killing me when you were already dead? Who can still talk with a broken neck like this?"
The boatman was stunned for a moment. He repeated the disbelief of the two previous people, but perhaps he suddenly realized that he really didn't look alive, so he murmured: "Ah... Then I... Then I am dead? I am dead?"
Sure enough, the body began to decay again.
Zhu Lezhi withdrew his foot in disgust, but the boatman suddenly screamed: "It's you, it's you who killed me!!! You killed me!!!"
Zhu Lezhi: "…Ah? No, I??"
Qing Ling hugged his shoulders and said calmly: "What kind of magical power is this? It's really... very interesting. Haven't you seen it before?"
"No, I guess it's the kind that uses a corpse to revive." Zhu Lezhi started to beat the revived evil ghost again, saying as he beat him, "In fact, there are only a few trades in the underworld, all of which have been passed down since ancient times. But after so many years, there are all kinds of branches and it's a mess. Although they are all corpse retrievers, their magical powers are different. The essence remains the same, the dead -"
With one last lash of her whip, she dispersed the evil ghost and said coldly, "Even if he is dead, the difference between yin and yang is not just talk."
Then their eyes met for a moment, and no one said anything. Zhu Lezhi kicked the door open, and in front of the rudder sat a hunched figure in a gray robe, with none of his sparse hair black. He turned his head, his wrinkles were like gullies on an old tree, his eyes were cloudy and dark, and he just laughed coldly.
"Okay, okay." The old man smiled, "Little girl from the Zhu family, there is also a great medicine for pure Yin life. The one outside must be a monk from Wunian Temple. I will die with you buried with me. "
"Oh, you know me, then I won't waste words." Zhu Lezhi responded in a bandit-like tone, "Who are you?"
The old man chuckled and replied with a bit of arrogance: "I have lived for so many years that I can't even remember my name in the secular world. People on the underworld call me... the River God!"
Zhu Lezhi turned around and whispered to Qingling: "I guess they are the ones who pick up floating objects or raise water ghosts. They are everywhere and have good relations with the local government offices. It's similar to the profession of coroners. Some government offices even pay them official salaries. They are more popular than those of us who travel around and take jobs."
"Oh." Qing Ling nodded, and then asked, "So what is your relationship with Song Cheng?"
"That's my disciple." The old man, the river god, said with a resentful tone, "I originally thought that it was that evil monk from the west who killed him, until those evil monks with ghost bodies died in your hands. Then I knew it must be you who did it. You have caused unrest in Yuzhou, and I will let you be buried with us in this muddy water!"
"Don't put the blame on me." Zhu Lezhi couldn't bear to hear this and immediately retorted: "You guys are causing unrest in the whole Daxia. You are just waiting for me to beat you to death before the thunderbolt hits you. You want us to die here? I will turn you into a water ghost first!"
While he was talking, his hands were not idle either. The old man looked like a living person who could breathe. Zhu Lezhi swung the whip around his neck and pulled him up like a dog.
Qing Ling held a talisman folded into a triangle in his hand, but he couldn't use it at all because Zhu Lezhi had already rushed away and took the culprit away.
Mortals are mortals after all. Even if they have the skills, they cannot develop any extraordinary abilities, and they cannot survive when the time comes to die. This old man who claims to be the river god caused such a big commotion under the water and created an evil spirit with bizarre means of killing, but he himself seems to be very... vulnerable.
When he went out, he bumped into the window frame and staggered with unsteady steps.
The old man laughed tremblingly: "You are all dead... Ha, do you know how many people died under the muddy water? Haha, those ghosts... those dirty things, they won't stop until they eat people, and the more they eat, the stronger they become... You will all die here! You all will!!"
He cursed at the top of his lungs, as if he was going to break his throat.
But Qingling, a person who is afraid of death, can see through it at a glance. This old river god is also afraid of death, which is why he collapsed like this.
However, Qing Ling was not too afraid now, because Shang Changheng was still there, and the marriage contract was not a useless contract. It allowed them to sense each other in some way. He could vaguely feel that Shang Changheng was fine, and even in the yin energy that permeated around him, he could still smell the familiar smell of Shang Changheng.
The calmer he was, the angrier the river god became. He roared, "Why aren't you afraid?! You're going to die! You're all going to die!"
"You raise a ghost." Qing Ling's eyebrows were calm and his tone was gentle, "Coincidentally, I also raise a ghost."
Raising ghosts is completely different from controlling ghosts. Controlling ghosts is slavery, and although there may be backlash, raising ghosts is a fair trade. They seem to have some kind of contract that can be passed through the yin and yang worlds, which is equivalent to the opposite of the ghost controlling method, and the human being is the weaker party.
The river god was stunned. Of course he knew that there was a very powerful ghost here, but those things under the river accumulated over time and were definitely not ordinary evil creatures.
Qing Ling followed the old river god calmly and said softly, "Then let's see whose ghost is more ferocious, yours or mine."
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Zhu Lezhi led the old river god onto the deck, just in time for Miaoyuan to return to the passenger ship. He looked much more disheveled, his robes were tattered and his body was covered with scratches from his fingernails.
"Are you... okay?" Zhu Lezhi was stunned, and then his eyes widened: "That thing has corpse poison!"
The wounds on Miaoyuan's body were oozing gray-purple blood, which looked abnormal at first glance.
"Yeah." Miao Yuan waved her hand to indicate that it was no problem. "After the acupoint-sealing bead fell off, it rotted on the boat. What are you doing...?"
He glanced at the old man who was tied by the neck and hunched over.
"The instigator." Zhu Lezhi pulled the whip handle twice. "The ghost breeder on Xi Lake has raised many evil spirits under the muddy water. For the sake of Song Cheng, the corpse collector at the inn at the foot of the mountain... No, that's not right, let's put it nicely."
Zhu Lezhi snorted with a fake smile, "They came here to avenge Yuzhou's evil deeds. The evil vegetables are gone, and they are all dying."
So I wanted to go big and kill them all in the muddy water.
As she spoke, she wanted to throw the old river god to the side of the boat, but Miao Yuan whispered a reminder: "There are too many people here."
This is not a good time to kill someone.
Zhu Lezhi looked back and saw the people on the boat were silent. She stopped with a bit of regret and snorted, "Okay then, let's solve it according to our rules. It's the rules of the martial arts world. If you lose the fight, just admit defeat."
She put away the whip, rolled it up and put it back around her waist, and prepared to use the secret method.
Before she could do anything, the old river god's eyes suddenly widened, and he knelt on the ground, covering his neck. He made a "ho ho" sound with difficulty. Just like those people who had suddenly died just now, he froze after struggling for a few times and even lost his breath.
Zhu Lezhi paused, "I haven't done anything yet!"
"It's Chang Heng." Qing Ling looked up at the gradually calming water surface.
Shang Changheng's figure was not seen, but a familiar aura appeared beside him. Qing Ling turned around and saw Shang Changheng standing beside him, saying to him, "It's solved."
Qing Ling sighed, "Do you have to appear beside me suddenly like this?"
Shang Changheng hesitated for a moment and said, "This way... is faster."
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