I just want to be a quiet man

The old man lowered the anchor silently, jumped onto the trestle, tied the cable with some difficulty, then stepped onto the fishing boat again, pulled a huge fishing net, and dragged it towards the trestle.

Chapter 21: Fisherman.

In the fishing net, there are dots of silver scales and pairs of claws, which are full of various aquatic products, most of which are fish.

Creak, creak... The old trestle bridge made a desolate mouth, and the old man walked towards the pier with heavy steps, dragging his fishing net.

After walking for a while, he suddenly put down his fishing net, sat down slowly, clenching his fists, and slapping his back slowly, as if he was just an ordinary old man from a poor family who was old but still unable to provide for his life. I had to drag my old body and continue to work.

After about a cup of tea, the old man stood up with his waist supported, and dragged the fishing net again.

After resting twice, he finally dragged the fishing net ashore, sat down cross-legged under one of the flagpoles with a wind-death wind lamp hanging on it, opened the fishing net, and after inspecting it, he quickly picked out a fish with fine scales. , fat short fat fish.

Immediately afterwards, the old man pulled out a sharp kitchen knife from his waist with his backhand and began to slaughter.

He first pressed the fish on the wooden board in front of him, then pressed the blade against the soft belly, and slowly cut it open. Immediately, the internal organs mixed with blood rushed out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……!!"

At this moment, the fish that was being slaughtered suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream, as if what the old man was slaughtering was not a fish, but a living person!

The old man was indifferent to this, as if he hadn't heard it at all. He was very skillful and agile, and soon he cut open the fish's belly, pulled out all the internal organs, and stuffed them all into his mouth.

The scream of the fish reached its peak at this moment!

Crunching, crunching, crunching... On the silent pier, the sound of chewing could be heard clearly, and the bright red blood stains flowed from the corners of the old man's mouth, from the layers of folds all the way to his chin, and dripped onto his front.

Immediately afterwards, the old man raised the kitchen knife and chopped at the fish head again and again!

In an instant, blood spattered, and the screams were shrill and ear-piercing.

Soon, the head of the fish was chopped off unevenly. The old man stretched out his gray-black fingers, which were covered with mud or something else, and forcibly gouged out the still fresh eyes of the fish. The screams of the living people suddenly rose Changed a tune, roaring hysterically, almost tearing the sky apart.

The old man threw the fisheye into his mouth, crunching, crunching, crunching...

Blood stains and some fuzzy flesh oozed from the corners of his mouth, and the smell of blood spread.

Not long after, he swallowed the fish eye, lifted the remaining body of the fish to his lips, and began to eat with big mouthfuls.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Accompanied by screams of fear, the old man quickly devoured the fish while blood was flying.

Then, holding a kitchen knife, he grabbed another crab shell fish from the fishing net.

dong dong dong...

The blades fell densely, and the old wooden planks seemed to be the chopping boards of the chef. The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, disassembling the aquatic product very skillfully on the wooden pier, and devoured the food amidst the endless screams of living people.

Immediately afterwards, he picked another moray eel...

Zhong Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye hid in the dark, watching silently.

The faces of the two of them were extremely solemn at the moment. The old man was a ghost in the transformation stage, and there seemed to be something wrong with the aquatic products that the other party was eating.

It's just that they still have business to do right now, but they don't care about these...

"I haven't seen any sign of Senior Brother Fu." Zhong Kui Yueji said through voice transmission, "Senior Brother Fu may not be here."

Ning Wuye guessed: "This place is near the sea, it is very possible that this place is the edge of Yousu's tomb!"

Zhong Kui Yueji nodded imperceptibly: "If this is really the edge of Yousu's tomb, then we can try it right away to see if we can go out now."

"If you can leave Yousu Tomb here, you don't need to take risks to find the power of law."

Ning Wuye replied via voice transmission: "That's right! The two of us will try it out first, and if it works, we'll go back and tell the others immediately."

"If it doesn't work, think of another way."

Zhong Kui Yueji said via voice transmission: "I still don't know what the situation of Senior Brother Fu is. Don't waste time. Let's try now."

Ning Wuye reminded through sound transmission: "First bypass the ghost in front, and fly out of Yousu Tomb from other places!"

Having said that, the two quietly retreated into the mist.

The thick white mist wrapped them tightly again, and the scenery in front of them became blurred again.

The crimson spirit fire burns quietly, hovering and hovering, occasionally pointing in a certain direction, leading them to avoid passing ghosts.

They took the pier just now as the center, and after making a big circle, they proceeded cautiously to the beach.

It's just that the two of them walked a long, long way this time, but they haven't arrived at the beach for a long time, and they haven't even seen a piece of water.

Instead, he walked into a piece of towering dead trees.

These dead trees have the potential to tower high above the sky, the withered and thick trunks are hidden in the mist, and the treetops cannot be seen when looking up. The thick yin and malice are creepy.

Seeing this scene, the two instinctively sensed something was wrong.

Ning Wuye immediately said via voice transmission: "The sea area we saw just now is very vast! At this position, we should have already arrived."

Zhong Kui Yueji stared at the compass in front of him, observed it for a moment, nodded slightly, and said through sound transmission: "The direction is correct, this place should indeed have reached the sea..."

Just as he was speaking, the crimson spiritual fires around him suddenly jumped, and then immediately pointed in the direction the two of them had come from.

Ning Wuye and Zhong Kui Yueji were immediately alert, quickly put away the compass, and hid to the side.

Soon, in the white mist, in the depths of the dead wood forest, there was a faint sound of footsteps.

"Tread", "tread", "tread"...

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, but there was still no outline of the direction from which the sound came.

It wasn't until the footsteps were about to pass not far from the two that they suddenly realized that their eyes fell from midair to the ground.

In the mist, I saw a pair of silk shoes walking lightly, each with a pompom the size of a baby's fist, trembling with the steps.

There is nothing on the silk shoes.

Wherever it passed, the gray-black frost and snow condensed like a tide.

There was another faint sound of gurgling, and the fishy and sweet breath was scattered along the way with the blood.

There was a faint singing voice that seemed to be there, and came out suddenly: "The tree in Pingyang County has been the dust of Guangling for a long time. Unexpectedly, He Lang will come, Huangquan will see spring again [Note]."

"Unexpectedly, He Lang arrives, Huangquan sees spring again..."

"...see you again... ah... Chun..."

This song is like the gossamer flying in spring, and it fills my heart inadvertently.

Zhong Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye listened, their original vigilance dissipated unknowingly, replaced by a burst of heartfelt sadness.

Just when they were slightly in a trance, a piece of jade pendant around Zhong Kui Yueji's waist shattered silently, and the originally crystal clear, warm and flawless jade was instantly annihilated in ashes.

At the same time, a sense of coolness enveloped his whole body, dispelling the sudden sourness in an instant.

And Ning Wuye suddenly heard the sonorous sound of a long sword returning to its sheath, and his whole body was shaken, and the next moment, the sword was lingering in his eyes, but he immediately woke up.

The faces of the two showed solemn expressions at the same time. This ghost is very special!They almost caught fire!

Fortunately, the effect of the [Ban Qi Jue] is excellent, and the two are the successors of the nine major sects. They have all kinds of trump cards and protective measures bestowed by their respective masters. Although they almost got hit, they did not alarm each other.

"Tread", "tread", "tread"...

The silk shoes go away slowly.

The two waited patiently in the dark until they could not see or hear the footsteps and singing, and then they returned to the road.

Zhong Kui Yueji said through voice transmission: "Since the direction is correct, but this place is still the Yousu Tomb...then it is possible that only the lawful place just now can see the sea!"

Ning Wuye nodded slightly, and then said: "Then go back and have a look!"

Saying that, the two followed the direction guided by the compass and headed towards the pier just now.

[Note] Du Wenlan [Qing] "Ancient Ballads and Proverbs: Dugu Mu and Sui County Lord and Lai's Songs Presented and Answered Songs".

Chapter 22: Big Dreams.

Tsuchiya.

The oil lamp on the confession case shook slightly, as if struggling, but it could only illuminate the range of the lampstand.

Outside the lampstand, it seems that there is nothingness, and it seems that the night falls, deep and vast, unpredictable.

Fu Xuanxu woke up suddenly, and found that he was standing in a thick darkness. He subconsciously reached out his divine thoughts, but he didn't respond at all like a mud cow.But the eyesight of the cultivators in the transformation stage can only see a very short distance in front of them.

What surprised him was that his own talisman Mu Ruyi, which was supposed to have self-destructed, was floating above his head intact at this moment, with a clear light, and continued to sprinkle some clear light to restore its mana.

Fu Xuanxu let out a long breath of foul air, wondering what happened just now?

Just now, he was strung up by a ghost with a hemp rope, and sent to the mouth of a ghost with the appearance of a sword-wielding warrior. When he was about to be swallowed by the ghost, he seemed to wake up from a nightmare, and appeared in the darkness again in a blink of an eye...

At this moment, not only his magic weapon was fine, even the serious injuries he suffered just now had all disappeared!

"The [Fog of the Nether Sky] in the Eternal Night Desert..."

"Senior Mo made the move?"

Fu Xuanxu secretly guessed in his heart, quickly took Mu Ruyi back, and was about to explore the darkness, but a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Friend Fu, don't waste time, quickly collect the power of the law!"

Fu Xuanxu was startled for a moment, it was Pei Ling's voice!

He quickly asked, "Pei Shengzi, are you alright?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately thought of something, and then asked, "Is this the same earthen house as before?"

Pei Ling's voice came again: "That's right, it's safe here for the time being, but the power of law here must be resolved quickly!"

Hearing this, Fu Xuanxu didn't bother to continue asking, nodded immediately, then took out Mu Ruyi again, and began to operate the [Usage to Carry the Tao] taught by Senior Mo before.

[Usage to carry the Tao] Use the magic weapon of life as a container to forcibly extract the power of the law of a place.

It takes quite a while for this technique to work, and during the whole process, one must concentrate on it without any distraction!

Therefore, since Fu Xuanxu entered the earthen house, he has never had the opportunity to use this technique.

Although I don't know exactly what's going on right now, but time is running out, and it's not the time to inquire about the ins and outs...

Soon, Fu Xuanxu sacrificed Mu Ruyi, and played one after another mysterious formulas. When Mu Ruyi was sinking and floating in mid-empty, a strong suction force gradually developed.

A mysterious, indescribable, and intangible power was gradually absorbed by Mu Ruyi...

Feeling that the power of the law here began to weaken, Pei Ling who was not far away secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The moment before Fu Xuanxu manipulated Mu Ruyi to self-destruct, the [Death Sky Dream] had been successfully cast.

It's just that this fairy art has a great conflict with the power of the law here, so the moment [Day of the Underworld] is successfully cast, the dream is eroded by the law of this place, and the system directly prompts that it is attacked by the outside world, and the training is over. ...

Yes, everything from Fu Xuanxu's manipulation of the magic weapon to self-explosion just now is a dream in the "Dream of the Underworld"!

But if there is no [Dream of the Underworld], everything just now will become a reality!

Because this was Pei Ling's first time using fairy art, without any guidance, he didn't know how to manipulate the dream at all.

Everything that happened in the dream just now is the derivation of the laws of this place!

If it wasn't for the last moment, when he finally figured out some rules and forcibly transferred Fu Xuanxu out of the dream, the Taoist of Jiuyi Mountain must have died in his dream right now!

However, the continuous erosion of the law also caused Pei Ling's dream to shrink a little bit.

If this continues, his big dream won't last long.

Therefore, Pei Ling asked Fu Xuanxu to help collect the power of law, so that his dream could last longer and the ghosts around him could sleep longer.

He can also have more time to study this fairy art...

The darkness is as sticky as substance, needles can be heard in the surroundings, and time passes bit by bit.

in a dream.

The eaves hang low, and strings of peppers, eggplants, and garlic hang neatly under the eaves, swaying gently with the wind blowing.

On the roof, fingernail-sized loofahs are quietly crawling among the thatch, as if patiently waiting to grow.

The tall and tall Fu Xuanxu stood in front of the earthen house expressionlessly, looking at the warrior with a knife in front of him with dark eyes.

But he saw the martial arts ghost grabbing the chili string and gnawing on it, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his clothes and the ground.

At this time, another figure appeared in the white mist.

The spring shirt is thin and tall, and he is holding a folding fan in his hand.

Soon, a scholar with fluttering clothes came out of the white mist and walked towards the earthen house.