Zhang Zhiwei followed Zhang Jingqing all the way, going further and further off the road, even deviating from the official road, and came to a riverside.

The grass is luxuriant and the fog and rain are vast.

Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei stopped by the river.

Zhang Zhiwei did not ask Zhang Jingqing why he brought him here, because he had already discovered the clues.

I saw a dark black air lingering in front of the river, like a mass of ink melted in a lake, bottomless.

There is evil spirit here...

Zhang Zhiwei understood instantly and said: "Master brought me to fish for law enforcement?"

"Just say weird things, fishing is fishing, law enforcement is law enforcement, and subduing demons is subduing demons!"

Zhang Jingqing stretched out her hand and touched the top of Zhang Zhiwei's head to cover up his extremely blazing yang energy.

Zhang Zhiwei has dual cultivation of life and soul, and his body is full of energy and blood like a dragon. Normal evil spirits would never dare to approach him. If he doesn't cover it up, how can he draw out the evil spirits in the river?

As a Taoist heavenly master, Zhang Jingqing has rich experience in subjugating demons. Under his operation, it didn't take long for the fish to take the bait.

In the distance, a small boat broke through the calm water and came over lightly, accompanied by a gauze-like white mist.

The white mist spread quickly, swallowing Zhang Zhiwei in just a few breaths, making everything around him seem a bit dreamlike.

Soon, the boat moved from far to near and arrived at the shore not far from Zhang Zhiwei.

From this distance, even if the fog is very heavy, you can still see clearly the situation on the ship.

The man holding the boat at the bow was a thin, stooped middle-aged man who looked very lifeless and was holding the boat.

"You two, do you want to take a boat?"

The boatman's voice was a little hoarse and lifeless. It sounded as unpleasant as iron scraping against glass, making people feel physically uncomfortable.

"Of course you sit down!"

Without too much nonsense, Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei Shiran stepped onto the boat.

"Sit tight and let's set off!"

The boatman didn't ask where they were going. The boat stirred and the boat headed towards the middle of the river.

On the boat, Zhang Zhiwei saw at a glance that the boatman was a dead man, and that he was a dead man with a very revealing appearance.

However, as a Taoist priest of the Fulu Sect, and possessing the Golden Light Curse and Thunder Method, Zhang Zhiwei is naturally not afraid of these, and his confidence lies in his abilities.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at his master Zhang Jingqing, wondering what the point of getting on this boat was. Wouldn't it be better to kill such evil spirits with a thunderbolt?

I saw Zhang Jingqing as if she hadn't seen him, sitting cross-legged on the boat, closing her eyes and relaxing.

Not sure what the master was planning, Zhang Zhiwei was not in a hurry to take action. He looked at the dead boatman and asked:

"Master, how is business lately?"

"It's not that good, sometimes two or three a day, sometimes one every two or three days!" The boatman's voice was still unpleasant.

"Hey, that's good business. By the way, which business is ours today?" Zhang Zhiwei asked again.

"You... are the number one... single!"

"That's really an honor!"

Zhang Zhiwei grinned, revealing his straight white teeth. The boatman's voice was hoarse just now, and the last word "single" always reminded him of the word "meal".

Occasionally two or three a day, and occasionally one every two or three days, the appetite for dead things is not small!

When the boat reached the middle of the river, the fog on the water was much thicker than before, giving people the feeling of floating in the fog.

Perhaps it is a common problem among drivers. The boatman who was previously precious about his words suddenly started talking more, but his voice was still unpleasant.

"The water is foggy and the boat is moving slowly. How about I tell you a story?" the boatman said.

Zhang Zhiwei sat on the boat with a golden sword and said with a smile: "Okay, I like to listen to other people telling stories."

The boatman's hoarse voice began to tell.

"The protagonist of the story is Lu Ren, a traveling businessman. One day, he went to the river to fetch water and came across a drowning child. Lu Ren immediately dropped the goods, jumped into the river, rescued the child, and sent him back to the village.

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"During this process, Lu Ren ran into villagers who came to look for the child. As soon as these villagers saw Lu Ren, they regarded him as a human trafficker. They did not listen to his explanation and beat him to death."
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"After his death, Lu Ren's body was stripped naked and thrown into the river, letting fish and shrimps eat it. However, the villagers took the children he had just rescued and returned to the village happily with his money and goods.

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"Actually, as soon as the action was taken, the rescued child explained Lu Ren's identity as the rescuer, but the villagers did not stop after knowing it."

"While beating someone, a few pieces of silver fell out of Lu Ren's body. The villagers were so jealous of the money that they thought they were wrong and beat him to death as a human trafficker."

"Lu Ren, who died unjustly at the bottom of the river, was so resentful that his soul had nowhere to go and slowly turned into a ghost."

"Lu Ren wanted revenge, but he was a ghost in the river and couldn't get to the shore, so he thought of a way. Since he couldn't get to the shore, he raised a monster that could get to the shore to avenge himself."

"So, he transformed into a boatman on the river, throwing guests into the river to feed the fish that ate his body, hoping that one day the fish would turn into a monster and come ashore to avenge him.

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The story ends here.

As the boatman's story ends, the boat gradually moves closer to the center of the river.

The surrounding fog became thicker and thicker, and the scenery on the shore gradually became blurry.

The boatman looked at Zhang Zhiwei with his eyes hanging: "Brother, what do you think of this story? Is Lu Ren very unjust, and do all the villagers deserve to die!"

Zhang Jingqing is still meditating with her eyes closed, as if she is giving the initiative to Zhang Zhiwei.

In this case, Zhang Zhiwei also let go of himself. He did not answer the boatman's question directly, but said:

"In that case, since you told me a story, I also have a story. Do you want to hear it?"

"Tell me about it!"

The boatman was not in a hurry and stopped the oar in his hand. The boat, which had lost power, stopped steadily in the middle of the river as if it had dropped its anchor.

Zhang Zhiwei leaned against the side of the boat and slowly narrated:

"In ancient times, there was a man named Zhang Heng by the river. He thought he was a good man doing justice for heaven, but in fact he had evil intentions and vicious methods. He was a living hell on the water."

"Zhang Heng's daily job is to pretend to be a guest on the way and board some small ferry boats. When he reaches the center of the river, Zhang Heng will pull out his knife, give the boatman and other guests on the boat a choice, and ask them if they want to eat 'bandao noodles'

Or 'wonton noodles'."

"What do you mean? This 'bandao noodle' means you chop it to death with a knife and then throw it into the water. 'Wonton noodles' means you jump into the river by yourself, so as not to dirty his knife, Zhang Yanwang."
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"But then...!"

The story came to an abrupt end. Zhang Zhiwei stopped talking in the middle of the story, stood up and said:

"I like to hear about Guan Gong's battle with Qin Qiong the most."

"Boatman, tell me, what would happen if your evil ghost disguised as a boatman bumped into me, the living king of hell who was asking for noodles?"
Chapter completed!