The man said nothing, but walked forward step by step. Every step he took left a footprint mixed with river mud on the raft.
The fake foreigner was so scared that he peed his pants. Seeing the muddy hand reaching out to him, he closed his eyes, but the imagined death did not come. He tentatively opened his eyes, and the scary man was gone. He was still sitting on the raft, which was slowly floating downstream due to the push of the current.
"Hey? Why don't you come back? If you don't kill me, why don't you send me to the other side? Hey?"
Fang Zhiyi watched the man below running back and forth, and finally picked up the pole to stabilize the raft, and moved towards the other side with difficulty. Only then did he look up at the water ghost he was holding.
The water ghost looked at him blankly, then looked at the young woman following behind him, and was a little confused for a moment.
"Afu, right?" Fang Zhiyi seemed to have discovered that the water ghost in front of him could not speak.
Ah Fu hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.
"I heard that you were pushed into the water and drowned by the people of Xiaowangzhuang because you stole the ferry business, is that right?"
Ah Fu tilted his head.
Fang Zhiyi reached out his hand again, turned him upside down, and shook him down vigorously. A lot of water flowed out of Ah Fu's mouth. Fang Zhiyi turned him right side up again, and Ah Fu's eyes became much clearer.
"Your brain must have been damaged by the water." Fang Zhiyi sighed, "Come on, I'll help you avenge your grudge, don't run around."
Ah Fu seemed to understand, hesitated for a moment, nodded, and shook out some water again.
"What the hell is this! It's raining! NO!" The fake foreigner's shouting voice came from downstairs again.
The next day, it rained continuously.
"Have you heard that there is a young master in Qinghe Town?" A drunk driver told the other two drinkers about what he had seen and heard.
"Is he a young man or a master?"
"Can't a master be young? He's quite old anyway. I heard that Ma Xiuyun from the Ma family is also his disciple."
"Who is Ma Xiuyun?"
"Mr. Ma, do you know? The current Master Ma." The driver began to talk incessantly, as if he was there that day. He talked about how powerful the actor's ghost was, and how powerful the Taoist priest was even more powerful. The two fought for several rounds, up and down the sky, and finally with the help of Ma Xiuyun, the Taoist priest won and drove away the actor's soul.
The two men were listening intently when suddenly thunder sounded outside, scaring them so much that they both shrank their necks.
"Let's go get a talisman someday, shall we?"
After blowing the oxtail, the driver felt very refreshed. He put on his bamboo hat and prepared to continue driving. There was no other way, as the things on the cart had to be delivered before dawn.
But at daybreak, people found the driver dead on the roadside. His horse had left the cart and was leisurely eating grass nearby, while he was lying on the roadside with his mouth wide open. His mouth was full of mud, and maggots would occasionally crawl out from the cracks in the corners of his mouth.
The town's police came hurriedly, conducted a quick investigation, and then dragged the body away and buried it. In those days, the death of a person was nothing.
Fang Zhiyi's team has reached more than ten people. Behind him is a group of strange-looking guys. The only ones who look like humans are Xiulian and the young man in white.
"Fang...Brother Fang." The young man in white said, "Who should we look for next?"
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