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The sound of slaps of water replaced the sound of thin people, and the sparkling river replaced the face of the thin.
I saw the river...the river bank...the building on the riverside...
With a bang, something fell into the water.
As soon as I turned my head, I saw the old man fishing sitting on the bank of the river, holding a fishing rod and staring at the river.
There was a ghost with an expressionless face walking through the bottom of the river.
I know it inexplicably, this is the soul to go to reincarnation. In the upper reaches of the river, there is a place to be arranged by the local government, and there are ghosts waiting there.
The old man sat on the shore and did not care about the soul of the reborn.
In a blink of an eye, the river is still the river, and the atmosphere of the old man has changed.
The hook floated to the mouth of the soul, and the fish line caught the body of the soul.
When the old man put away the fishing rod, he pulled the soul to the shore.
Without waiting for the soul to land, the scene I saw changed again.
The building is gone.
Specifically, the high-rise buildings are gone. The buildings on the shore and the river embankments have changed greatly, which seems to be the scenery in the film and television city.
The old man also changed his body, and the fish in his hand was not a professional fishing rod, but a bamboo pole.
There are still souls passing by in the river, and there are teams on the shore who are blowing and playing, crying and shaking.
The old man looked up slightly and looked at the team that was on the bank.
Someone in the team sprinkled things into the river, like fry, mixed with incense and paper money.
The river was muddy, obscuring the good soul under the river.
The old man put away the fishing rod and watched the embarrassing team go away.
In a blink of an eye, riverside buildings and river embankments have become more ancient. This kind of old is not the old one caused by daily wear, but the old form and style. Time should have arrived earlier.
The old man is still sitting on the shore, only this time, I found him a living person.
There was a shadow in the river suddenly, and the entire river surface was dark.
The old man subconsciously felt that there was a fish pass.
The fish line he hangs in the water hooks something, and it is tight at the moment.
The old man stood up excitedly, resisting the pressure from the fishing line.
The waves in the river are rolling.
Suddenly something took a head.
Seeing that the black lacquered thing looks like a water grass, but it also makes people have a strange eye familiar.
The old man was slightly lost, and his hand was loose.
Hula! Oh la la!
The old man was suddenly plunged into the river.
He threw himself in the water and saw himself crowded with people standing around.
Those people are dressed up as a slut of sluts. They don't look at the old man, they just squeeze the river full and move in one direction. Everyone's face is a numb expression.
The old man was wrapped up and could not swim on the river. He struggled in these ghosts.
In the heart, it is extreme panic. There is fear of death, and there is also a panic about this strange phenomenon.
He kept pushing around the crowd and holding his breath, but he couldn't last long.
There was a bubble in his mouth and he had already drank water.
The old man seems to be ignorant and still struggles instinctively.
He finally caught the dirt and squeezed out of those souls.
The old man climbed to the shore.Looking back, he saw the shadow in the water.
A slight splash can't stop the old man's sight. This time he saw it clearly, the water is dense, it is a ghost.
The old man immediately thought of the refugees outside the city. The refugees who fled from the famine... I heard that there was a plague outside the city...
He saw a bit of inconsistency in the neat ghost queue.
Those ghosts are wrapped in something and move on.
The fear of the old man suddenly rose.
He saw the face of the thing. His face!
The old man squatted on the bank of the river.
The wetness of his body, the water flowing down from the body, falling on the soil, leaving no traces.
He is dead.
The old man made a shock.
"Call!" I was awakened by the shudder of that moment.
The fat man has parked his car on the side of the road. He and the thin man are watching me with concern.
"Qie Ge, are you too tired? Have you encountered side effects?" asked the thin man.
I looked at his look and reached out and found that I was sweating.
"Well... I am a little tired..."
"Do you want to do this today? Send you back first? What are you going to say tomorrow?" said the thin man.
I did not answer.
My mood is very messy.
What I have seen represents something, I have a hunch.
The time of flashback, the flashback, and the reversal of the past...
The first thing that was changed was the time near reality, and then further affected the past.
This is really ridiculous!
It's like having a chicken or an egg first. There is probably no solution to this problem. But for another example, is there a modern human being, or is it a monk first? Anyone can give a definite answer.
What I saw was a reversal of this natural law.
First, there is the ghost king, and then the rules of the ghost king. Then, it is the process of the ghost king's origin and the ghost king's death.
Like someone needs to be in a certain
Placed in a place, a ghost king, he found a ghost, casually arranged the things that happened in the past to him, and finally, it is a ghost king with a long history and various legends in the local!
How can this be!
A normal, logical situation should be reversed!
I understand that I am wrong. What I have seen is just a simple "flashback"?
No... that ghost uncle...
That ghost uncle is so inserted...
As soon as I thought about it, my head hurt again.
I saw antique buildings, and the candles in the room were not very light. Silhouette of someone on a paper window.
There was a crappy black man in front of my eyes. He was wearing a night outfit, approaching the window, squatting and breaking through the window.
The window broke and the room screamed.
I only saw a scene inside the house and saw the light of the candle go out.
What happened in the night is fleeting.
On the street, the jumping children sang nursery rhymes.
"...the black thief came home, blown out the candle, stabbed the eleven knives, stabbed the mother and twelve knives..."
"...the sun goes down, no light. Black thief, come home..."
In a blink of an eye, the crowd surrounded me.I saw the crowd surrounded by a table, the executioner holding a big knife, and the man in front of him was a ghost uncle.
The big knife is lifted high.
The uncle who was squatting on the ground and bound the hemp rope suddenly laughed.
"I will become a ghost, will come to kill you again! The sun goes down, no light! Black thief, come home!"
puff!
In the crowd, the head rolled to my feet.
I looked at his big eyes, his sly expression, and looked around.
The panic of the crowd is not fake.
It was the hangman and the official who presided over the beheading, and Xiao Yan were all guilty.
The crowd fled.
I was hit by people and my body felt nothing.
The man passed through my position, and as soon as he left, in a complete vision, the guillotine disappeared and became a lake.
A group of people carried a cage made of bamboo and came to the river.
I can only look far away.
What did they say, then... the bamboo cage was thrown into the water.
I opened my eyes and saw the figure in the cage.
It is the water ghost!
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