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Chapter two hundred and sixty-ninth, it is not so easy to be a scorpion

The Innocent Soul Creek naturally didn't call this name before.

To be precise, it is just a small river, not even a name.

But twenty years ago, when a group of bandits slashed a large number of innocent people at will, corpses by the stream, and blood stained the entire river channel red.

This stream has a strange name.

Since then, even though there is only the stream that is deep in its calf, it can always trip over the river for no reason.

It would be fine once or twice, but the more times the residents around them would be muttering.

Some people suddenly remembered the innocent people killed by bandits, thinking that they might turn into water ghosts and catch a substitute here.

Therefore, the name of the Injustice Creek spread.

But when there was an extra black-sailed boat on the river surface, the shipman's surname was Huo, and his name was unknown. People who are familiar with him call him Lao Huo.

Lao Huo is an extremely taciturn person.

Never speak unless necessary.

And his black-sailed boats do not ferry.

The stream is too shallow, so it is absolutely unnecessary.

Whenever a person crossing the river fell, he would silently stretch over the bamboo pole and rescue the person.

After being rescued, someone shouted unlucky, said thank you casually and left in a hurry.

Some people are more particular and will pay some money to thank them. Lao Huo also refused.

He saved the money little by little, bought 12 large stones, put it simply into the stream as a bridge pier, and then layed it on wooden boards, and a simple small bridge was built.

After the bridge was built, there were fewer pedestrians falling into the river.

However, there are still many who do not believe in evil.

There are always people who like to pass by, and this is the time for Lao Huo to save people.

The above information is right. Gao Ning died thirty-seven times before he got it bit by bit through various methods.

It's also very frustrating to say.

The dignified King Jingyanggang is majestic on his own hill and is also extremely powerful after traveling to other worlds.

How could it be so miserable now?

Gao Ning had never thought about resisting, but this body was like rust, not only heavy but also difficult to move.

The brain's commands are conveyed for three to five seconds before the body receives them, and the commands are executed slowly.

Delay is too high to explode.

With a clatter of water, a pale palm grabbed the boat gang, and Lao Qiao turned over and jumped onto the boat.

As always, he headed straight to the wine pot, took a big gulp before speaking.

This time is naturally no exception.

Gao Ning looked at Lao Qiao calmly and wiggled his mouth, saying aloud, but he was thinking about something else in his heart.

After doing so many times, Gao Ning had already overturned the black-sailed boat.

He also wanted to get off the boat and go around nearby, but he still failed.

? After several attempts, Gao Ning gave up.

He found a winemaking recipe on the boat.

The wine brewed can make ghosts connect blood and share their life span.

The two of them should be drinking this wine.

After drinking the drinks, Lao Qiao walked to the bow of the boat: "At noon tomorrow, a pregnant woman will take her child to cross the river, which should be my last chance. Be careful, if I succeed, I will look down on you!"

Gao Ning didn't say anything.

Old Qiao jumped into the river with a pounce, splashing a splash of water, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

After so many times, Gao Ning has long mastered the rules of passing the level.

The Lao Huo he now plays is a truly taciturn person.

No matter what Gao Ning said, it would immediately arouse Lao Qiao's alertness and then slash him.

But without saying a word from beginning to end, he could send him away safely.

But that's all. After sending Lao Qiao away, Gao Ning would die inexplicably when dawn came.

This is the case every time, whether you sit lying and stand or sit motionless by the small stove, as long as the sky is shining, the familiar dark abyss will appear again.

After many experiments, Gao Ning couldn't find any clues.

Is there four hours left?

Gao Ning looked at the moon and roughly figured it out.

He slowly stood up, dragged his heavy steps into the cabin, and skillfully opened a secret door on the inside of the hull.

There is a small space inside, not big, but it is better to be hidden. In addition to a rolled-up animal skin, there is also a pen, ink, paper and inkstone next to it.

Gao Ning grabbed the paper and pen, but did not touch the animal skin.

Even though it looks more precious, this kind of winemaking recipe that shares lifespan is really useless to Gao Ning.

Sit slowly in the cabin, put the wooden boards standing beside them, and put paper and pen to form a simple writing desk.

With the bright moonlight, Gao Ning dipped a little water on the tip of the pen and began to write and draw on the white paper.

Very little information is collected at present.

Through the conversation between the two, and the tragic outfit of the water ghost.

The relationship between the two is probably very complicated.

One person and one ghost, and share life span, it sounds very strange.

Other ghosts are not clear about it, and the lifespan of the water ghost seems to be certain.

The time for the substitute was only twenty years. During these twenty years, there was only one chance to take the initiative to possess it every year. At other times, you could only use your resentment to passively influence it.

After sympathizing with ghosts, Lao Huo seemed to have not lost any benefits, but was always eroded by ghost energy.

The body is stiff and slow, which should be caused by erosion.

However, judging from the information in Lao Qiao's mouth, the two should not be friends, but rather enemies of some kind.

Behind the two, there must be another story.

I just don’t know if I can use it.

Gao Ning threw the brush aside, looked at the keywords written on it, shook his head, and stuffed the author back into the secret wall.

Let’s think about how to live to see tomorrow’s sun.

The restart was inexplicably, there must be a bad plot, but what is it?

Gao Ning thought, looked up at the moon, and his palm unconsciously stroked the rain cannon.

Different touches on your hands alternated, and a lightning flashed in Gao Ning's mind.

The black-sailed boat looked dilapidated outside, and there were several straws on the canopy, but there were not too much grass inside.

Gao Ning stood up slowly, stared at the inside of the canopy carefully, and sniffed his fingers.

"Is this paper?"

He thought of a possibility and stood up with difficulty, like two bags of rice pressing on his body, slowly bringing the small stove into the black tent.

Under the faint firelight, Gao Ning found that the roof was covered with layers of paper.

There is a neat font written on it.

"In March, during the flood season of Duobao fish, the fish has only long and sharp teeth, and is chewing on wood and swallowing boats like termites. It is impossible to resist it when it comes to swarming.

On March night, I dragged the boat ashore and waited for fish to swarm by before returning!”

"In April, peach blossoms are masturbating, and the river water is soaked, sealing the mouth and nose. Nothing is serious!"

"In August, the river flows, the underground river changes paths, there are many whirlpools on the water surface, and black tents tie up stones, so there is no big problem!"

"In September, whenever the sun rises, there will be thunder and smoke. It is invisible and ignorant, like heavy fog, but like silent thunder. If you touch it, you will die. Sleep with your head covering, and you will be fine!"

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There are dozens of similar information recorded above, which is inexplicably shocked.
Chapter completed!
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