Huang Quan's companion

Not far from the Mass Burial Mound, Dead Man’s Ditch is a small river that flows slowly all year round outside Jishan County. It became famous earlier than the Mass Burial Mound.

In the early years, there was a war in Jishan County, and many corpses of soldiers were thrown to the riverside, blood stained the whole river, and unburied corpses piled up into mountains, gradually swelled and rotted in the river, and the stench permeated the whole mountain. People dare to approach.Because of this, many villains choose to throw their bodies into the ditch of the dead after killing people, and they will not be discovered when the corpses rot until only the bones are left.Some people who died suddenly could not be buried in the ancestral grave according to the ancient family system, so they would be buried in the hills above the ditch of the dead. Over time, more dead people were buried on the hills, and it became a mass grave.

There are many graves without tombstones in the mass grave, and there are also a few simple stone tablets scattered here and there. Every year during the Qingming Festival, people will always come here to pay homage to the deceased. At other times, there are very few people who come to the mass grave.The dead man's ditch is full of yin, and the rot in the river has accumulated for many years. Even flies and maggots dare not approach it, and there is no breath of living things.

The water in Jishan County dare not touch the water source of the dead man ditch. The canal is led from the clear spring on the mountain to the county town. This small river meanders down, and it does not know where it goes. holy place.

There are many ghosts in the mass graves, and they always like to hunt in the dead man's ditch.Some dying people are thrown here, and the ghosts can suck their souls when they just die.This place is extremely evil, many ghosts on the mass grave do not dare to approach, even Shi Tianning and Wan Niang, who have been practicing, dare not approach, let alone the timid and honest Yang Jinshu.

The only person who has been here is the magic stick.

After hearing the rumors, he was very curious about this place, so he came here secretly once, and observed the feng shui here from a distance. When he found that this place was mysterious and evil, and the feng shui was strange, he never dared to come here again up.

Unexpectedly, because of He Tang, he came back again.

"This water...looks quite normal." He Tang stared at the water flowing slowly in the river. It was crystal clear, and the snow beside the river was wet. Because it was winter, the water flow was very small, and it was easy to enter deep winter. freeze.It's not as horrible as the rumors say.

Yang Jinshu didn't notice anything wrong either, so he leaned over to look carefully for a moment, then straightened up and said, "Master Qingrong, I think this small river is no different from ordinary rivers, you...are you remembering it wrong?"

Shen stick sighed and waved to them: "Come here."

They walked over obediently, and the magic stick took out two talisman papers from their bodies, chanted a mantra in a low voice, put the talisman papers together in their palms and burned them, rolled their hands together, pressed left and right on the foreheads of the two of them, and slapped them hard.

"what!"

He Tang yelled hastily, and was about to ask, when the magic stick turned them around and ordered, "Look again."

They took a closer look and were dumbfounded.

The river, which was clear just now, was extremely filthy at this moment, with a thick gray mist floating on the surface of the river, as if the river water had been stained with ink, so pitch black that it was impossible to see the bottom.Different from what they saw just now, the river that should have been flowing slowly was now like a pool of stagnant water, and the death air blowing towards their faces made them extremely comfortable.

As the rumors said, the death energy of the Dead Man's Valley is extremely disgusting to mortals, but to ghosts like them, it is a top-notch tonic.

He Tang was still in a panic, but the soul couldn't help approaching.

Yang Jinshu hesitated for a moment, and walked into the river side by side with him.

Ghosts can't feel the temperature, but after they entered the river, they felt that their souls were chilling. The water flow in the river was much faster than what they saw. .The water in the river was so shallow that it only reached their calves. They stood facing each other without speaking in a tacit understanding.

The wounds on He Tang's body were different from ordinary people's wounds. Although they didn't bleed, they were painful. But he stood in the river, and the black water seemed to be attracted by the wounds, winding up his calves, and penetrated into his wounds.

He Tang looked down and couldn't help frowning, and said uncomfortably, "Jin Shu, this...why is this water flowing backwards?"

"I don't know either." Yang Jinshu held his hand and looked at the magic stick with some helplessness, "Daoist Qingrong, these waters..."

"It's nothing, it's healing." The magic stick signaled them to stand still, "When Hetang's wound heals, you go ashore immediately."

"it is good."

Yang Jinshu stared closely at the various wounds on He Tang's body, and sure enough, as the magic stick said, the black river water seemed to have some magical power, and it actually gradually healed the wounds on He Tang's body.Even the lingering black mist gradually dissipated.He became happy: "He Tang, your injury is healed!"

"Really..." He Tang was also very surprised, "The water in this dead man's ditch... is really amazing!"

The last wound on his abdomen was also healing, and He Tang laughed: "I'm fine! It doesn't hurt anymore!"

But the magic stick said: "Go ashore!"

Before He Tang could react, Yang Jinshu had already grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the shore.

However, the moment they moved their feet, the originally calm river surface suddenly rolled up a vortex, centered on them, sinking continuously.

Yang Jinshu raised his feet to pull Hetang up, but found that his feet were as heavy as a thousand catties, and he couldn't move at all.

"This! What's going on?!"

The face of the magic stick changed: "Jin Shu! He Tang!"

He was about to walk in to help, but Min Yuejun stopped him, with a wave of his long sword, a clear light cut down, splitting a channel in the water!

"Come out!" he yelled.

Yang Jinshu pulled He Tang out along the waterway he had split, but before taking two steps, the vortex followed them to the shore and trapped them in it again.

Min Yuejun swung his sword again, but it was useless.He put away the long sword, and a stern look flashed in his eyes: "There is something strange about this river!"

"What do you need to say?!" The magic stick was anxious, and asked him, "You...do you have any rope or something? Pull them out!"

Min Yuejun pressed his waist and pulled it hard, the black belt around his waist was thrown out long and wrapped around the waists of Yang Jinshu and He Tang.

The ink-colored Taoist robe spread out and rolled up in the night wind.Min Yuejun stood up with the sword, dragged his belt and lifted it vigorously!

Yang Jinshu and He Tang were pulled up two inches by him, their legs and feet were once again engulfed by the river.

Those black river water seemed to have a spirituality suddenly, and quickly swept up along their calves, enveloping the two of them.

"Wow! What is this scary thing!" He Tang yelled, chanting the spell that Min Yuejun called him, but it didn't work at all.

Yang Jinshu also tried to help, but his magic weapons were all hidden in his sleeves. At this time, the river water had rolled up to his shoulders, so he couldn't get them out at all!

The icy feeling spread all over his body, giving him the illusion that his soul was about to be frozen.

He Tang pressed close to him, muttering all the time, and finally cast a powerful aura before drinking water to swallow them completely, and a golden light flashed, enveloping the two of them.

The magic stick released three ghost talismans one after another, attracting a thunderbolt, and the lightning broke through the air, but it didn't split the drinking water!

He Tang's body-protecting qi was quickly wrapped into an elliptical ball by drinking water in mid-air. Min Yuejun pulled hard, and the belt flew out.

The drinking water fell down quickly, and the ellipse quickly disappeared into the river water. After a few water splashes, the dead man's ditch regained its calm and waveless appearance.

"...where did they... go?" Shen stick couldn't believe it, "was eaten by water?"

Min Yuejun jumped down from the sky, covered his chest and bumped into him, panting, "This water is alive."

Shen stick's face was ugly: "How can water live?"

He supported Min Yuejun, and when he saw his face turning blue, he panicked: "You...what's wrong with you?"

Min Yuejun just pulled people, why...

"The water is sucking the spiritual energy from my body..." Min Yuejun closed his eyes and buried his head on his shoulder, "It's very wicked."

Immediately, the magic stick regretted: "Sorry, I don't know about this water..."

He only knew that the dead air in the dead man's ditch was of great benefit to ghosts, but he didn't know that the water turned into essence, which not only harmed He Tang and Yang Jinshu, but also implicated Min Yuejun... He was very guilty. He saw the strange feng shui here tomorrow morning, Why don't you try it out again... The god stick suddenly hated his own recklessness, it was like this every time, he thought he was helping, but the ending always ran counter to his ideas.

"Master, I'm fine." Min Yuejun turned his face and smiled weakly, "Don't think about it."

"Where's... the medicine you're wearing? Take some." As the magic stick said, he wanted to roll up his sleeves, only to find that his belt was untied and his robe was untied. …He hastily pulled the belt to tie it on him.Min Yuejun's current body, if he catches a cold, he will suffer.

"Master..." Min Yuejun whispered in his ear, "Fu Lan is coming, you take that piece of gravel out of my sleeve, and when he comes to grab it, throw it into the dead man's ditch."

The magic stick paused for him to fasten his belt, then raised his head suddenly, and sure enough, he saw Fu Lan walking towards them with difficulty, clutching his chest.

Fu Lan, who was flamboyant before, now seemed to have suffered a serious injury, and his face was extremely ugly. He dragged his blood-stained body and chased after them. When he saw them, he said viciously: "Where's that stone? Give it to me!"

Shenzhu remembered that both Yang Jinshu and Min Yuejun had said that there was no need to chase after him, and he would come to the door by himself, and it was true.He calmly fastened Min Yuejun's belt, pushed him to stand up, and taunted Fu Lan, "Didn't you leave?"

Fu Lan stood five steps in front of them, breathing hard: "You guys knew that right!"

"Know what?" the magician asked back.

"Red sweet potato...cough cough..." Fu Lan coughed, bent down, and knelt on the ground in pain, "She...her soul is different, once it enters this body, it starts to make trouble...cough cough...burns me I feel bad all over."

"Oh? Feel your body is very hot?" The magic stick vaguely guessed something, and smiled, "Mrs. Hongshao and Mrs. Six have both been casted, and their souls are different from ordinary people. If you swallow them in one gulp, Zhu Xiaowu's body can't stand it." Is it?"

"This body is too weak..." Fu Lan raised her head, her eyes were red, and she looked at them gloomyly, "I can clearly melt them into my soul! It's all because of this body!"

"It's because you underestimated their grievances." The magic stick said coldly, "You rely on your magic power, how can you know how terrifying a ghost with too much obsession can be?"