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Chapter 1922 New World (20)

The sound of rushing water replaced the thin man's voice, and the sparkling river surface replaced the thin man's face.

I saw the river...the river embankment...the residential buildings by the river...

With a whoosh, something fell into the water.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the old fishing man sitting on the bank of the river, holding a fishing rod in his hand and staring motionlessly at the river.

A ghost walked through the bottom of the river with an expressionless face.

I knew somehow that this was a soul that was about to be reincarnated. On the upper reaches of the river, there is a meeting place arranged by the underworld, where ghost messengers are waiting.

The old man sat on the shore, paying no attention to the reincarnated soul.

In a blink of an eye, the river was still the same river, but the old man's breath had changed.

The fishhook drifted to the soul's mouth, and the fishing line wrapped around the soul's body.

The old man put away his fishing rod and pulled the soul to the shore.

Before my soul landed, the scene I saw changed again.

The building is gone.

To be precise, the high-rise buildings are missing. The buildings and embankments on the shore have changed drastically, as if they have become the sets of a film and television city.

The old man also changed his clothes. The fishing rod in his hand was not a professional fishing rod, but a bamboo rod.

There are still souls walking through the river, and there is a funeral procession on the bank playing music, singing, and crying loudly.

The old man raised his head slightly and glanced at An's funeral procession.

Someone in the team threw things into the river, like fish fry, mixed with incense, candles, and paper money.

The river water was turbid, hiding the good soul underneath.

The old man put away his fishing rod and watched the funeral procession go away.

In the blink of an eye, the buildings and embankments along the river became even more ancient. This kind of oldness is not the oldness caused by daily wear and tear, but the oldness in form and style. The time should have arrived earlier.

The old man was still sitting on the shore, but this time, I found that he was alive.

Suddenly a shadow appeared in the river, and the entire river became dark.

The old man subconsciously thought that there was a school of fish passing by.

His fishing line hanging in the water caught something and immediately tightened.

The old man stood up excitedly, resisting the pressure coming from the fishing line.

The water in the river is rolling.

Suddenly something popped up.

The dark thing looked like aquatic plants, but it also felt strangely familiar.

The old man was slightly absent-minded, and his hand relaxed.

Hooray! Wow!

The old man was suddenly dragged into the river.

As he was splashing in the water, he saw people standing around him.

Those people were all dressed like down-and-out homeless people, and their clothes were not covering their bodies. They didn't look at the old man, they just filled the river with water and headed in one direction. There was a numb expression on everyone's face.

The old man was trapped and unable to swim up the river. He struggled with these fooling around.

Inside, I was extremely frightened. There is fear of death, and there is also fear of this strange phenomenon.

He kept pushing through the crowd around him and holding his breath, but he couldn't hold his breath for long.

Bubbles came out of his mouth and he had already drank the water.

The old man seemed unaware and was still struggling instinctively.

He finally grabbed hold of the dirt and squeezed out of the souls.

The old man climbed onto the shore.

Turning around, he saw a shadow in the water.

A slight splash of water could not obstruct the old man's view. This time he saw clearly that the water was densely packed with ghosts.

The old man immediately thought of the refugees outside the city. Refugees fleeing famine... heard that a plague occurred outside the city...

He saw something incongruous in the neat queue of ghosts.

Those ghosts carried something and continued to move forward.

The old man's fear suddenly increased.

He saw the thing's face clearly. His face!

The old man collapsed on the river bank in a daze.

He was wet, but the water flowed down from his body and fell on the soil, leaving no trace.

He is dead.

The old man shuddered.

"Phew!" I was awakened by the trembling feeling at that moment.

The fat man had parked his car on the side of the road. Both he and the thin man looked at me with concern.

"Brother Qi, are you too tired? Are you experiencing side effects?" the thin man asked.

I looked at his expression, stretched out my hand, and found that I was covered in sweat.

"Well...I'm a little tired..."

"Why don't we do this for today? Let's take you back first. If there's anything else, we'll talk about it tomorrow," the thin man said.

I didn't answer.

My mood is very confused.

I already had a hunch about what the things I saw represented.

The flashback time and flashback events also represent the reversal of the past...

The first thing to be changed is the time close to reality, and then it will further affect the past.

This is ridiculous!

It's like the chicken or the egg problem. This problem is probably unsolvable. But to put it another way, which came first, modern humans or apes? Anyone can give a definite answer.

What I saw was a reversal of this natural law.

First there was the Ghost King, then there were the Ghost King's rules, and then, even earlier, the origin of the Ghost King and the death process of the Ghost King...

It's like someone needs to plant a ghost king somewhere, so he finds a ghost and randomly assigns the things that happened in the past to him. In the end, he becomes a ghost king with a long history and various local legends. !

How can this be!

The normal and logical situation should be reversed!

Did I understand it wrong and what I saw was just a "flashback"?

No...that ghost uncle...

That's how that ghost uncle was arranged...

When I think of this, my head hurts again.

I saw an antique building, and the candle light in the room was not strong. Silhouettes of people on paper windows.

A tiptoeing man in black appeared in front of me. Wearing night clothes, he approached the window and broke in through the window with a bang.

Windows shattered and screams were heard inside.

I only caught a glimpse of the scene inside the house before the light of the candle went out.

What happens in the night is fleeting.

On the street, jumping children sang nursery rhymes.

"...The black robber came home, blew out the candles, and stabbed my father eleven times and my mother twelve times..."

"...When the sun goes down, don't light the lamp. Black robber, come home..."

In a blink of an eye, the crowd surrounded me.

I saw a crowd gathered around a platform, the servant was holding a big knife, and the man kneeling in front of him was Uncle Ghost.

The sword was raised high.

Uncle Ghost, who was kneeling on the ground with a hemp rope tied around his body, suddenly laughed strangely.

"I will turn into a ghost and come back to kill you! Don't light the lamp when the sun goes down! Black robber, come home!"

puff!

Amid the uproar of the crowd, the head rolled down to my feet.

I looked at his wide eyes and ferocious expression, and then looked around.

The crowd's panic was not fake.

Even the executioner, the officials and minor officials who presided over the beheading looked panicked.

The crowd scattered and fled.

I was hit and felt nothing in my body.

The man passed through where I was, and as soon as he left, the guillotine disappeared from my full view and turned into a lake.

A group of people carried a cage made of bamboo to the river.

I can only watch from a distance.

They said something and then...the bamboo cage was thrown into the water.

My eyes widened and I saw the figure in the cage clearly.

It's that water ghost!

Good night everyone~

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