After a few crackling sounds, the firewood broke and threw it into the stove. Old Man Wang got up and stirred the water gradually hot in the stir-frying pot, covered it with a wooden cover, hesitated for a while, and continued:

"...... That boatman is not from our village. It was probably thirty years ago. His family suffered a flood and was wandering here. He became a son-in-law. After ten years, the wife died, and she had no children. She guarded two thatched houses and ferried by the river outside the village. She ended up drowned in the water last year."

Lu Liangsheng put down the bowl, looked at the Taoist, and said, "Carryman can drown?"

"The shipman is also a human being, why can't he drown?" Old Man Wang poured a bowl of cold water and sat down, shouted out and Wang Tianshi beat two fish out. Hearing the sound of pouring water in the yard and his son's response, the old man moved the oil lamp to the middle of the table.

"...You two are tired of coming from afar. There is still a room in the compartment. I will go clean later and don't leave until evening."

"I never thought about it..."

Under the table, Lu Liangsheng kicked him lightly, and when he saw that Old Man Wang was about to leave, he asked.

"Why didn't the village invite a wizard to exorcise ghosts? Why did you say there were no ghosts when you were outside the village?"

The old man who walked slowly to the door stopped for a moment, turned around slowly, pursed his lips and sighed.

"That ghost is actually a friend to me, and he has never harmed the village. He only came out at dusk in the afternoon and sat quietly not far away, so he didn't invite a mage, and he didn't want anyone to accept him. It's so pitiful."

Lu Liangsheng looked at the back of the room, frowned slightly, and the ghosts could come out in the afternoon and dusk?

Outside, Wang Tianshi, who had finished cutting the fish, went to the kitchen and made a ping-pong sound, and there were a few murmuring complaints.

"If you don't invite a mage, I won't come back." "......You can't stand the shipwreck's pitifulness, and you can see that my son was scared to death?"

"No one will send you my life to you by then. Who do you think you are pitiful!"

Lu Liangsheng and Taoist are both practitioners, with sharp facial features, so they naturally hear these and sit at the table with a bit awkwardness.

The lights swayed, Lu Liangsheng lowered his voice and said:

"At dusk, before the sun sets, the ghost comes out. Hong Lian doesn't seem to be able to do it?"

The Taoist nodded, and his fingertips turned around the edge of the bowl, staring at the ripples that surging on the water.

"I'm a little trick, I'm afraid I'm not an ordinary ghost."

There were two beds in the next room. When they heard Wang Tianshi’s complaints, the father and son said a few words. As they spoke, they remembered that there were still two people there.

"It made you laugh. My son has never been with me since his mother died..."

He walked into the main hall with a smile. In the dim light of the oil lamp, there were no traces of scholars and Taoists. Only two empty bowls were left on the table. He screamed "Ouch" and called his son in fear.

Wang Tianshi quickly put the fish in his hand and ran over. The old man pulled his sleeve and pointed at the empty main hall tremblingly.

"The scholars and Taoist priests you brought back are probably not monsters."

In the yard, even the old donkey disappeared.

It was dull in the night, and the village had become quiet, and occasionally there were a few barking sounds.

Crossing the fields, extending the mud paths in the countryside over the river bank, the dense reeds on the river beach sway in the wind.

Wow…..

The quiet sound of water flowing, and there was a jingle of copper bells in the distance. The old donkey with his hooves excitedly cracked his mouth, trying to bite the reed pole. As the neck bell swayed, he was led by the scholar and walked along the fine stones everywhere.

At the ferry in front, several small boats were tied to wooden stakes that emerged from the water, and they were crowded together and slightly undulating. When Lu Liangsheng came over, the wooden stakes that were mooring were not far away, and there were dark shadows under a cluster of reeds squatting there.

"Can you cross the river at night?"

Lu Liangsheng stepped forward and arched his hand towards the black shadow, walked closer, saw the other person clearly, wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat to cover most of his face.

"If you can cross, please get on the boat first."

"It's been a labor."

Lu Liangsheng thanked the other party, led the old donkey to walk towards the river, and slapped the water onto the rocky beach, looking at the mooring boats.

"Old man, which boat belongs to you?"

The cheeks were slightly sideways, and in the afterglow, the hunched boatman had passed by the scholar, pulling his trouser legs to the calf, and leaving a series of water stains where his bare feet passed.

“This is it.”

The shipman walked up to one of them, lit a paper lantern, and hung it on the bow of the boat.

"Slow down, I'll light you up"

The hull has no shed, so the old donkey can still squeeze it down. However, the first time I took a boat, the old donkey was a little uneasy, and his limbs were shaking slightly. He wanted to jump off several times, which made the toad Taoist in the compartment subconsciously touch the rope around his waist before he felt relieved.

Lu Liangsheng stepped into the boat, stepped on the bottom of the boat, and a real feeling of bang came from him. He reached out and stroked the donkey's head a few times, lifted his robe and sat down, looking straight at the boatman, and his thin lips opened lightly.

"Old man, let's drive the boat."

"Okay, please sit down!"

The old man under the hat responded dullly, and supported the long pole in the shallow water. The hull lightly left the beach entrance, turned his head, stood at the stern of the boat and continued to support the long pole, heading towards the opposite bank of the river.

"This guest official, remember to sit firmly. The water sometimes bumps and falls, it's amazing."

The boat sailed quietly across the water, pushed away the ripples, and the lanterns hanging on the bow swayed. Lu Liangsheng looked at the old man opposite him, with white beards hanging under his hat, and his face was pale and swollen. His eyes almost protruded, and his whole body was wet. The boards standing at his feet were filled with water.

Sure enough, it was almost the same as Sun Yingxian’s guess and died after falling into the water.

Lu Liangsheng sighed, "It's not okay to let it go."

When he took out the brush in his sleeve, the sound of water sounded, and the shipkeeper who was holding the long pole suddenly opened his mouth, as if he was laughing.

"Your guest, don't you feel very bored? I'll tell you some stories to let you go. We all know that people crossing the river generally do not cross people at night. First, it's not safe. Second, if there is a duck chirping at night, don't go over. Even if you are curious, don't pick up cloth and handkerchiefs on the ground. If you pick up, you will lose half your life..."

"...... Speaking of which, I have been ferrying people on this river for more than twenty years, and I have never seen any strange things. I have never seen the water ghosts that the villagers often say...."

It was like really relieving the boredom of the scholars who crossed the river, and he talked a lot of things inside and outside the village.

Seeing that he had no movement, Lu Liangsheng lowered his hand slightly and listened quietly.

"... Fortunately, the village chief came to me from time to time to drink, but it was not enough to drink other people's things like this. After drinking for a day, I thought that it was time to return him to order a gift, so I took a boat out... I came out... Look, I forgot about this memory if I didn't beat the fish until the village chief. It was obvious what happened yesterday..."

According to Wang Tianshi's father, the shipman had been dead for at least a year, but his memory was only on the day before his death.

Speaking of this, he has no cultivation at all.

Thinking about it, the boat was about to dock, Lu Liangsheng put the pen back into his sleeve, and waited until the bow of the boat touched the river beach, leading the trembling donkey and walking down.

The Taoist who had already flown across the river came over and hurriedly flipped over the yellow silk bag and was about to take out the talisman paper, but was stopped by Lu Liangsheng.

"Don't do it, this shipman won't harm anyone."

"What?" Taoist put down his cloth bag, turned his head and breathed.

"I have never heard of this. If there is a ghost who does not harm others, even if it does not harm others, others will hurt their vitality when they come into contact with him."

Lu Liangsheng shook his head and denied the Taoist's statement. On the way to the boat, he clearly felt that the old man on the ferry would not absorb the yang energy of others. Wang Tianshi would fall ill for a few days, just because he was scared.
Chapter completed!