Chapter 117: Special Class Spirit Boatman Bamboo Raft, Auntie, I want to pee!

Walking on the road, Jiang Tang's figure swayed, and an eyeball would pop out from his body from time to time, only to shrink back quickly.

"The Wasteland Gaze is affecting me!"

He finally discovered that the Wasteland Gaze not only affected his constitution and changed his ghost energy, but even his thoughts were being eroded.

Crows circled in the sky, and he walked along the sides of the street.

Caw caw caw—

A crow suddenly fell from the sky and landed precisely on his shoulder.

There was a red eyeball in the center of the crow's brow.

He understood instantly; this was the Demon Bear's method. The Demon Bear had something for him to do.

"Swaying, swaying, swaying—"

"A group of ducks came over the water."

Under the overpass in the suburbs, fishing blogger Xiao Long, with his right leg in a cast, was baiting the water with his black-stocking assistant.

The previous incident had allowed him to see the popularity.

"Chicken eyes, chicken eyes, how many times have I said it, it's not some plague, everyone don't spread rumors."

"And what ghosts or no ghosts, it's the 21st century, and there are still people who believe there are ghosts in this world? Isn't that nonsense."

He crossed his legs, and the black-stocking assistant was peeling fruit for him, glancing at the bullet comments from time to time.

: "No way, I heard ghosts are causing trouble everywhere recently."

: "I heard H City and J City are very uneasy recently; from time to time there are urban legends."

: "Yeah, people are always having accidents. Our neighboring village was sealed off a few days ago; many people from the Bureau came to the entrance, but they didn't look like police, more like the people from the old days who handled ghost events."

: "Don't say it, my buddy is in J City; he told me himself that he heard the sound of a merry-go-round near the kindergarten late at night, and then many people died the next day."

: "Right, I heard that too; it seems like those people were all stabbed through when they died, super terrifying."

: "H City is also uneasy, brothers, ghosts are about to revive, I'm going to the Taoist temple first!"

Recently, not only in the Great Xia Nation, but even abroad, many things had happened.

Various rumors and gossip.

The situation in the Lighthouse Nation is even more severe; it is said that a mysterious phone call has been ringing, and anyone who answers it dies. In a single night, over seventy thousand people died, and even their official leaders died inside the phone.

The Great Xia Nation was currently okay; no such large-scale situation had occurred.

Xiao Long pursed his lips, looking at the hundreds of thousands of views in the live broadcast room, feeling very happy.

A fool wouldn't make money; ghosts don't invade.

He cast his rod boldly: "Impossible things, there can't be ghosts in this world. If there really are ghosts, show them to me."

A rod was thrown out, and the bait fell into the water quickly, stirring up a ripple.

The tiny ripple, however, grew larger and larger, larger and larger.

And, it began to rain in the sky.

The rain fell into the lake, stirring up ripples.

Xiao Long glanced at the sky: "Strange, is this rain falling on one side and not the other?"

Thirty meters ahead it was raining, while here it was still clear skies, just like two completely different worlds.

The assistant also stood up and looked suspiciously: "No, this rain seems to be walking; it's coming this way."

"Brother Long, look, there seems to be someone fishing ahead; I see a bamboo raft."

After hearing the assistant's voice, Xiao Long also stood up; the live broadcast room was fixed on his crutch.

Sure enough.

On the black water ahead, a bamboo raft was coming toward this side, and rain was overflowing on the raft.

Standing at the front of the bamboo raft was a person wearing a conical hat; even with the help of the moonlight, it was difficult to see his face clearly.

Xiao Long muttered: "No way, someone is still fishing with a bamboo raft at this time? What era is this."

He held a light in his hand and shone it toward the front.

"Big brother, still out fishing in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid of accidents?"

He meant it as a kind reminder. But the other party didn't seem to reply, and the flashlight's beam couldn't reach that far.

Middle of the night, bamboo raft, no lights.

Suddenly.

A mountain song came from his mouth, high-pitched, sharp.

At the same time, he looked up toward this side; the face under the conical hat was slender, like a snake spirit.

The bamboo raft swayed slightly, its speed very fast, coming directly toward this side.

The strange mountain song, plus the bamboo raft, gave Xiao Long a fright.

He stepped back violently, drip drop.

The rain actually began to move; it had just stopped in the distance, but now it was dripping on his head.

This rain was moving; it seemed to be moving along with the bamboo raft!

He shone the light again, and it happened to freeze on the face of the person on the bamboo raft.

That face was deathly pale and colorless; he had no facial features, just a pure white face, but for some reason, he could feel that he was smiling!

This mountain song seemed to be coming from the small cloak on the bamboo raft.

A person without facial features!

It gave Xiao Long and the black-stocking assistant a fright; they turned and ran, at this time where would they still care about the injured leg, they just ran wildly.

Running while screaming: "Ghost!"

The bamboo raft behind followed the river water and stopped at the shore, watching Xiao Long and the other.

When Xiao Long was running away, he looked back: "Damn, this is a water ghost; fortunately it stopped when it reached the shore, scared the hell out of me."

He ran for a good distance, rolling and crawling, and when he really couldn't go any further, he and the assistant sat on a stone pier nearby to rest.

Resting while cold sweat flowed, looking back from time to time.

As for the crutch, he had already dropped it; now that the adrenaline had passed, a sharp pain came from the soles of his feet.

He lifted his foot, and yellow-green liquid flowed out, and it seemed to have swollen; something was wriggling inside.

"Brother Long, what was that just now, it wouldn't be someone playing a prank, would it?" the assistant asked in a low voice.

Xiao Long swallowed: "It shouldn't be, right? Did we really run into a ghost? Damn, forget it, the soles of my feet hurt so much, take me to the hospital."

The assistant nodded and walked over, just squatting down, preparing to help him up.

Drip—

A drop of rain fell, hitting her forehead precisely.

Immediately following was another drop, and slowly there were more and more.

"It's raining?" Xiao Long also looked up; it seemed that because of what had just happened, he had a feeling of palpitation.

No way.

How could that bamboo raft come ashore, impossible.

As a result, just as the two of them stood up, that familiar mountain song came over again, and their hearts skipped a beat.

Looking up.

Directly ahead, under the moonlight, a simple bamboo raft was floating over the ground.

The person wearing the conical hat at the head of the bamboo raft held a long bamboo pole, which was inserted into the concrete ground.

This hard concrete ground actually rippled like water at this moment, pushing the bamboo raft over.

The two were so scared that their whole bodies trembled, and they collapsed directly onto the ground.

The rain fell, and the moment the bamboo raft approached.

The two actually sank directly into it; this concrete ground was like a water surface, swallowing them directly, and everything was as if it had never happened.

The boatman and the bamboo raft continued to swim forward, and the rain began to move along with them.

Community.

"Auntie, I want to pee."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 118 =====