Weird Resurrection: From Teddy Bear to Dread Bear!.

Chapter 117: Special-level weird boatman’s bamboo raft, Auntie, I want to pee!

As he walked on the road, Jiang Tang's figure was swaying, and his eyeballs would pop out from time to time, then quickly retract.

"The Eye of Desolation is affecting me!"

He finally discovered that the Eye of Desolation not only affected his physique and changed his strange aura, but was even eroding his thoughts.

Crows were circling in the sky as he walked along the streets.

quack-

A crow suddenly fell from the sky and landed on his shoulder with perfect precision.

There is a red eyeball between the crow's eyebrows.

He understood instantly that this was the Demon Bear's trick, and the Demon Bear wanted him to do something.

. . . . . .

"Sway, sway, sway--"

"A flock of ducks came over the water."

Under a suburban overpass, fishing blogger Xiaolong, with his right leg in a cast, was setting a fishing spot with his assistant in black stockings.

The last incident made him see the heat.

"Corns, corns, I've said it so many times, it's not a plague, please don't spread it around."

"What's the point of talking about ghosts? It's the 21st century, and there are still people who believe in ghosts in this world? Isn't this nonsense?"

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

: "No way, I heard that there are ghosts everywhere recently."

"I heard that there is a J City in H City. It has been very uneasy recently. There are some urban legends from time to time."

"Yes, there are always accidents. The village next to us was sealed off a few days ago. Many people from the police station came to the door, but they didn't look like police. They looked more like the people who handled strange incidents in the old days."

"Don't tell me, my buddy is in J City, he told me himself that he heard the sound of a carousel at the kindergarten late at night, and then a lot of people died the next day."

"Yes, I heard about it too. It seems like these people were stabbed through the skin when they died. It's terrifying."

"H City is not at peace either, brothers, the ghosts are about to revive, I'm going to the gym first!"

In recent times, many things have happened not only in the Great Xia Kingdom, but also abroad.

All kinds of rumors.

The situation in the Lighthouse Country was even more serious. When they heard that a mysterious phone call was ringing, anyone who answered the call would die. Overnight, more than 70,000 people died, and even their official leader died on the phone.

The situation in Daxia Kingdom is currently fine, and no such large-scale situation has occurred.

Xiaolong pursed his lips and looked at the hundreds of thousands of views in the live broadcast room, feeling very happy.

If you don't make money even though you have it, you're a bastard. You're immune to all kinds of evil

He cast the rod with a pinch: "It's impossible. There can't be ghosts in this world. If there really is a ghost, please show up and let me see it."

A rod was thrown out, and the bait fell into the water quickly, creating a few waves.

The tiny waves are getting bigger and bigger.

And, it started to rain.

The rain fell into the lake, creating ripples.

Xiaolong glanced at the sky and said, "That's weird, why is the rain falling on one side and not falling on the other?"

It was raining about thirty meters ahead, but it was still sunny over here, like two completely different worlds.

The assistant also stood up and took a puzzled look: "No, this rain seems to be moving, coming this way."

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

After hearing the assistant's voice, Xiaolong also stood up, with the live broadcast room fixed on his crutches.

really.

There was a raft on the dark water ahead, coming towards this side, with rain water overflowing on the raft.

A man wearing a conical hat was standing in front of the raft, and his face was difficult to see even with the help of the moonlight.

Xiaolong muttered, "No way, at this time of year, there are still people using rafts to fish? What era is this?"

Holding the lamp in his hand, he shone it forward.

"Brother, you're still out fishing in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

I reminded him with good intentions, but the other party didn't seem to respond, and the flashlight couldn't reach that far.

It was late at night, on a raft, with no lights.

Suddenly.

A mountain song came out of his mouth, high and sharp.

At the same time, he raised his head and looked over here. His face under the bamboo hat was slender, like a snake spirit.

The bamboo raft swayed slightly and came towards this side at a very fast speed.

The strange folk songs and the bamboo raft scared Xiaolong.

He took a sharp step back, ticking.

The rain actually began to move. It had just stopped far away, but now it was dripping on his head.

The rain is moving, as if following the bamboo raft!

He shone the light again and the light just happened to fall on the face of the person on the bamboo raft.

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

The folk song seemed to come from the small cloak on the bamboo raft.

A person without facial features!

Xiaolong and his assistant in black stockings were frightened and turned around and ran. They didn't even care about their injured legs at this time and just ran wildly.

He ran and screamed, "Ghost!"

The bamboo raft behind them came along the river and stopped at the shore, looking at Xiaolong and the others.

As Xiaolong ran away, he glanced back and said, "Damn, this is a water ghost. Fortunately, we stopped when we reached the shore. It was so scary."

After running and crawling for a long distance, he was really exhausted, so he and his assistant sat on a stone block nearby to rest.

While resting, he was sweating profusely and looked back from time to time.

As for the crutches, he had already thrown them away. Now that the adrenaline rush was more than half over, he felt a sharp pain in the soles of his feet.

When I lifted my foot, I saw a yellow-green liquid flowing out of it. It seemed to be swollen and something was wriggling.

"Brother Long, what was that just now? Was it a prank?" the assistant asked in a low voice.

Xiaolong swallowed and said, "That shouldn't be the case. Did I really run into a ghost? Damn it, never mind. My sole hurts. Take me to the hospital."

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

tick-

A drop of rain fell and hit her forehead accurately.

Then there was another drop, and slowly more and more.

"It's raining?" Xiaolong also looked up, as if he was feeling a little palpitated because of what had just happened.

Will not.

How can the bamboo raft get ashore? It’s impossible.

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

look up.

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

The man wearing a bamboo hat at the head of the bamboo raft held a long bamboo in his hand and stuck it into the concrete ground.

The hard concrete ground actually began to ripple like water, pushing the bamboo raft over.

The two men were so frightened that they trembled all over, staggered and fell to the ground.

The rain falls and the bamboo raft approaches.

The two of them actually sank into it. The concrete floor was like water, swallowing them up directly, as if nothing had happened.

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

. . . . . . . .

Community.

"Auntie, I want to pee."

(End of this chapter)