Chapter 929: Red Building Ghost Boat White Lantern, Yin Soldiers Passing the Border with No Way to Live

The next day, when the sky was still dim, the common people of Zhigu hadn't recovered from the gambling duel on the Drum Tower yesterday, when they heard someone shouting.

"All dead!"

"Everyone on the river is dead!"

The big hoodlum Wang Haichuan heard such a loud shout on the street while in the communal kitchen; he poked his head out and saw that it was Liuzi from the docks walking unsteadily on the street, so he poked his head out and asked, "Liuzi, what's going on?"

That young thug had no soul in his eyes, walking in a daze on the street, shouting.

Hearing someone call his name, he shivered and said in a panic: "Second Master! On the Chaoguan pontoon bridge, everyone on the ship that stopped on the canal last night is dead! Red lanterns, one lantern for one life, hanging all over the bridge!"

"All dead?" Wang Haichuan shivered, just like a shiver after peeing, and his hair stood up.

"How could they all be dead?"

He walked out and shouted at Liuzi: "Didn't the Boatmen's Guild invite people? So many experts, there are seven or eight Daoist priests alone! Every one of them has cultivation; didn't they set up a ring and establish a dharma hall in front of the floating bridge? How come not a single one survived?"

Wang Haichuan shouted at the little thug, but only saw the thug muttering in his mouth: "All dead! All dead!"

An old-generation thug next to him stepped forward and flipped Liuzi's eyelids before saying to Wang Haichuan: "Second Master, don't shout at him, he was scared out of a soul. Can't react..."

Wang Haichuan sent someone to inquire. The person who went came back in two steps, whispered in Wang Haichuan's ear: "Second Master! There are indeed dead people on the Chaoguan pontoon bridge, nearly a hundred people, monks and Daoists, the whole bridge is full of people."

"Each one had their head picked off and made into a red lantern. I originally thought it was a red paper lantern, but when I looked closer, they were all human heads. The Daoist's lantern stems are long, swaying, and the monk's lanterns are steady, round and flat, big and small, nearly a hundred lanterns hanging on both sides of the pontoon bridge. When the wind blows, they spin around, sucking away people's three souls and seven spirits!"

"What about the Wuhe Patrol Division?"

Wang Haichuan shouted: "Still think it's a ghost? Never heard of a ghost killing so many people. Ghosts don't turn corners. Which monk or Daoist doesn't have a few ways to fool them? To die so many, it must be a person!"

"Wuhe Patrol Division."

The old thug who went to inquire hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth and whispered: "All kneeling on both sides of the river! All lost their heads..."

"All lost their heads?"

Wang Haichuan was stunned: "They are people from the government, protected by luck! Occasionally dying one or two counts as luck being broken, the official fire on their shoulders and heads extinguished, how can they be killed by ghosts in groups? In peaceful years, where would such a thing happen?"

"Second Master, you also know, that is peaceful years..."

Wang Haichuan just opened his mouth, ready to say—where is it not peaceful now?

Suddenly remembered, during the day, the Profound Truth Sect revealed the original form of an undying monster in broad daylight at the Drum Tower.

At night, the Bai Lian Sect's red building ghost boat passed by, picking off everyone's heads along the way. Monsters are rampant, but it doesn't look like peaceful years.

When Zhang Sanzhier met the two great leaders of the Boatmen's Guild, it was at the Wanghai Tower by the river.

The Wei River leader looked restless; seeing Zhang Sanzhi arrive, he immediately stood up and said, "I heard that the communal kitchens intend to have a fight with the Profound Truth Sect at Sanchahe, a competition of pulling trackers and tug-of-war! Our Wei Boatmen's Guild will fully support it!"

The leader of the Lu Boatmen's Guild pulled the corners of his mouth in a fake smile and said, "What can happen in Zhigu that can be hidden from those hoodlums? As the boss of the Dagukou hoodlum trade, they know it clearly. The troublesome matters we have encountered don't need to be hidden either!"

"There is nothing in Zhigu that can be hidden from those thugs? As the leader of the thug trade in Dagukou, they are clear about everything. We don't need to hide the troublesome things we encountered!"

Zhang Sanzhi sat down in the guest seat with Yuan Laosan and poked his head to ask: "Is this red building ghost boat such a big trouble? Even the government can't solve it?"

The Wei River guild leader smiled bitterly: "He is from the North Grand Canal, and I am from the South Grand Canal; the Customs Bridge hasn't even crossed the South Grand Canal! Why is he in such a hurry to come and find me to communicate as soon as the red boat passes? We have fought for so long on the upper and lower rivers; which year has no one died?"

The Lu Boatmen's Guild leader's expression was uncertain; he blew on his teacup and then set it down heavily.

"Do you know about the drought in Shandong the day before yesterday?"

"I've heard of it, people have already fled to Dagukou!"

"Yesterday's red building ghost boat was different from the past..."

The Wei Boatmen's leader spoke of what happened yesterday with a solemn face: "The ghost boat had already come once the day before yesterday, but many fellow practitioners in the Jianghu fought with it; although they lost more than they won, they temporarily beat back the ghost boat. The magic of that Red Lantern Illumination was nothing more than some human-skin lanterns; using bronze magic mirrors to gather the light of the eternal lamps, talismans, secret incantations, paper-man and paper-boat river-fixing methods, and the bronze basin boat-covering method, all were tried once, and it was not without effect."

"Last night, we invited the strange people of Dagukou, the paper-cutting Wang of the Wang family paper shop, to take action, imitating the appearance of the red building ghost boat recorded the day before yesterday, and cut a large red paper boat as thick as a hug and as long as two arms spread out."

"The red paper boat is fierce!"

"We dyed it red with the rooster blood of twelve large roosters, wrote scriptures inside and outside the boat, and then invited a group of monks and Daoists with magic power to put the paper boat in a large copper basin with a diameter of one zhang. Then many strange people and scholars surrounded the paper boat and chanted spells, adding their mindfulness to it."

"We were just waiting for the red building ghost boat to come, and use the copper basin covering boat method to overturn it."

"But it wasn't the red building ghost boat that came last night!"

A look of terror appeared on the Wei Boatmen's leader's face.

One must know that even sailing on the canal is a life-risking job; those who can become leaders of the Boatmen's Guild are all great cultivators who have walked the Boatmen's Guild's path to the fourth step or higher, and are honored as great cultivators of the Pill Realm!

"Last night, about the fifth quarter of the Xu hour, the ghost boat full of red lanterns appeared on the river."

"The various mages, Daoist priests, and monks invited by our Boatmen's Guild began to chant around the large bronze basin, intending to use mental power to capture the ghost boat and entrust it to the paper boat."

"When the ghost boat got closer, the leading Daoist Cao reached out and pointed at the paper boat, holding the large paper boat, and shouted 'Stop'!"

"The ghost boat really couldn't move! No matter how it sailed forward, the river water flowed from both sides, and it couldn't move on the river surface, because the copper basin covering boat method didn't set the boat, but the river! If the river water doesn't move, how can the ghost boat move?"

"This bronze basin boat-covering method is not entirely a technique of calling by name; it is to gather the qi of the three hundred miles of the northern and southern canals into the bronze basin."

"But when the ghost boat came to a place about five or six meters away from the river surface of the pontoon bridge, the red lanterns on the boat changed in an instant!"

"Then Daoist Cao withdrew his finger, and the ghost boat was able to move forward slowly, because that moment just now was merely a test; once it was tested that the ghost boat would also fall for our Boatmen's Guild's secret method of bronze basin boat-fixing, they were to let the ghost boat pass, and then everyone would overturn the paper boat in the bronze basin together to show the red boat something fierce."

"But when the ghost boat arrived at a place about five or six meters from the floating bridge's river surface, the red lanterns on the boat changed in an instant!"

"But at that time, none of us noticed that after the red building ghost boat changed into all white lanterns, it stopped moving, and even leaned against the shore. Those lanterns were put into the water one by one, flowing toward the pontoon bridge, as if guiding a road."

"When we saw the white lanterns floating over one by one, we used bamboo poles to pick them up, turned the white paper lanterns over, and saw a human head..."

"White lantern, cutting human heads!"

"At this time, a small boat rowed over quietly. The boatman picked up the white lanterns one by one and put them into the cabin. It rowed to the front of the Chaoguan pontoon bridge and used a long bamboo pole to reach for the white lanterns we picked up. Daoist Cao smiled coldly and said the boatman was not a living person."

"So he folded a paper boat and put it on the copper basin, and then knocked it over with a pole..."

The river water suddenly turned up huge waves, swallowing the small boat.

"So he folded a paper boat and placed it on the bronze basin, and then overturned it with a pole..."

Below it was empty, the small boat suddenly planted down, and then the river water that retreated to both sides suddenly closed.

The small paper boat in the copper basin suddenly turned over and sank under the water line.

But strangely, the boat was bottom-up, as if heaven and earth were overturned, water and sky were reversed.

The night sky seemed to be a flowing river, the small boat was bottom-up, sinking below the water line of the copper basin.

But the paper people on the boat were swaying in the push of the water flow, as if rowing upside down.

He poked his head to look under the bridge, swaying, the white lanterns still emitting pale light in the river water.

The boatman was still standing upside down on the small boat, and the long bamboo pole in his hand pierced the water surface and pointed at Daoist Cao's head on the boat.

He poked his head to look under the bridge; it was swaying, and the white lanterns were still emitting a ghastly white light in the river water.

The person on the boat used the tip of the bamboo pole to swing, entangled Daoist Cao's hair, and then pulled it back into the river, turning it into one of the many white lanterns piled up in the cabin.

Just like the way the boatman picked up the lanterns on the river surface earlier...

The person on the boat used a bamboo tip to flick, entangling Daoist Cao's hair bun, and then pulled him back into the river, turning him into one of the many white lanterns piled up in the ship's cabin.

Their boats were all piled with white lanterns, connected in a string.

The human piles that sank into the river the day before yesterday were swaying on both sides of them, pointing their fingers in the direction of the Sanchahe estuary, like road signs.

"Yin soldiers passing the border!"

The human stakes that sank into the river the day before yesterday were swaying on both sides of them, their fingers pointing toward the direction of the Sanchahe mouth, like individual road signs.

That night, he saw a long, endless fleet of boats under the river surface!

They were all carrying white lanterns, swaying past the Chaoguan pontoon bridge.

Under the pontoon bridge, eighteen sea-suppressing beams were like supporting a water-bottom pass, and nine children were sitting on top of the beams laughing, but carefully avoiding those white boats.

Dragons were entrenched on copper mountains with iron bottoms.

There were four such mountains, and the dragon heads were all facing the Tianhou Palace...

And when the white boats approached, the dragons hid their heads and curled up together.

There were four such mountains in total, and the heads of the flood dragons were all facing the Tianhou Palace...

And as the white boats approached, the flood dragons all hid their heads, curling up and coiling together.

At that moment, an incomparable fear rose in the heart of the Wei Boatmen's leader.

But experts were specially invited to make a kind of "dragon ticket" depicting contracts with the government and various rules on dragon skin paper.

This kind of ticket, which entrusted the qi of the Boatmen's Guild and the government, was naturally kept secret within the guild.

But at this moment, the dragon ticket was soaked, I don't know if it was soaked by his sweat, or if the Dragon King who guaranteed the dragon ticket came to touch it.

Seeing the Dragon Ticket represents the Boatmen's Guild!

The next day, not one person on the bridge survived.

Anyway, when the Wei Boatmen's leader touched the soaked Dragon Ticket, he greeted them and turned to flee.

The Bai Lian Sect's red boat was not here for no reason...

It was also a guide boat for Yin soldiers.

Meet a river and build a bridge, meet a mountain and open a road! Yin soldiers passing the border, living people lie on the ground!

After the story of the red building ghost boat white lantern and Yin soldiers passing the border with no way to live last night was finished, everyone in the Wanghai Tower was silent.

Build a bridge when encountering a river, open a road when encountering a mountain! Yin soldiers passing through, living people lie on the ground!

"But Wei helmsman and I both suspect that the Yin soldiers didn't pass the border last night!"

Clang clang clang, this was Yuan Laosan's teacup trembling. Hearing this, he widened his eyes and said: "Why?"

Zhang Sanzhi took a deep breath: "Drifting guests from the south and north, nothing is more evil than the Tianhou Palace!"

Everyone knew this sentence and knew that with the Tianhou Palace suppressing it, Yin soldiers would not pass.

But what really makes people think deeply and is meaningful is that the Yin soldiers would not know that the Tianhou Palace was suppressing this waterway, but they still came!

Besides being guided by the Bai Lian Sect, it should also be a sign of some danger coming.

Is it that the Yin soldiers of Dagukou want to pick someone up?

Or is something going to happen under the Tianhou Palace?

"So, knowing that the Yin soldiers are still passing the border, are you still going to pull the ghost boat's tow tomorrow night?"

Or is something under the Tianhou Palace going to go wrong?

Zhang Sanzhi smiled bitterly: "The time and place were all chosen by the Profound Truth Sect people, it's not our turn to pick and choose."

"The only question is, when the Profound Truth Sect agreed on this time, did they know that Yin soldiers were going to pass the border last night?"

Everyone looked up at each other.

Yuan Laosan muttered in a low voice: "I think they knew..."

For a time, there was no word in all directions! ===== CHAPTER 930 =====

Yuan Laosan muttered in a low voice: "I think they know..."

For a time, there was silence all around!