Here Lies The Wicked

This was an old man whose face was wrinkled like an orange peel and thin and dry.

He was wearing a gray-brown raincoat and a bamboo hat.

When the boat came ashore and saw it from close range, Fang Zheng was sure that the green lantern at the bow was a spirit lantern.

Fang looked surprised.

The last time he saw the light, it was the same time he followed Mr. Fu and Butcher zhang to the underworld to catch the evil Mirror spirit.

The scene in front of him was very similar to the scene of walking in the dark that day. It was also like the misty world on the surface of the water... The boat... The boatman... A headlight.

But today is not a cloudy day.

The boatman was not Mr. Fu.

At this moment, in the real world.

What was in this dragon head lake, and why did a mysterious boatman with a soul lamp suddenly appear in the middle of the night?

Fang Zheng's heart sank.

Suddenly!

Fang Zheng's nostrils fluttered a few times. When the boat came ashore, he smelled an unusual smell in the air.

It was a stench.

From the green lantern.

The reason why the body oil stinks is that it contains methane, which is why it burns so brightly...

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked down at the light that was emitting a ghostly green light.

In the dead of night, a ferry driver suddenly appeared in the quiet Pinghu.

The boatman had a dead oil lamp.

This is not normal in itself, perhaps... This boatman is not a human...

Fortunately, Fang Zheng was wearing a combat uniform and props. Even his face was covered by props and helmets. The boatman did not notice anything unusual on his face.

Fang Zheng, on the other hand, began to look at the boatman and the boat carefully.

He did not board the ship.

"Who is this boatman? If he is not human, then he is a ghost? Why did the two mysterious men in front of him board the boat and let the boatman send them into the depths of Dragon head lake?"

"Is it because... They are not familiar with the water, or is it because... There really is something under this lake, which makes them feel afraid that only the old boatman can cross the lake safely?"

Fang Zheng thought and stood still by the lake.

"You should know the rules of the ferry business, right?" Although the old boatman was smiling, he seemed to give people a dry smile, which was obviously smiling but gave people a cold and expressionless feeling, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth.

Ferry?

Using the dark side?

In the face of an increasingly bizarre and changing world, his previous worldview could no longer keep up with the bizarre world after the upheaval. He was like an illiterate... He stumbled into an even more bizarre world.

Fang Zheng was at a loss for words, so that he could not reveal himself. He stood still and did not answer immediately.

The boatman saw fang zheng standing on the lakeside all the time, and had no intention of boarding the boat. He saw that the boatman was going to paddle the oars he had been holding in his hands and was going to paddle back to the depths of Dragon head lake.

But just then, dong!

Fang Zheng stepped on the bow with one foot, but the other was still motionless, standing on the shore of the lake.

There was no expression on the boatman's face. He stopped his paddles and looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng pulled his foot back... The ferry driver waited for a while, then he had to row away... Fang Zheng stepped on the boat again with one foot.

Fang Zheng pulled his foot back...

Fang Zheng took a foot...

After more than ten minutes, perhaps the stoic ferryman, who held on to the belief that the customer was god, could not help but yell, "If you want to go, go. If you don't have money, go away."

Fang Zheng suddenly realized that he had to pay for the boat ride...

You said you wanted money.

Ghosts want money too?

So Fang Zheng took out a crumpled wad of paper money from his body. This time, however, the boatman did not move. His old face, which was covered in orange wrinkles, had a warm and angry expression. Under the dim green light of the bow, most of his face was shrouded in shadow.

"Ferry to borrow money from the underworld, only money from the underworld."

"No money in the world."

The wrinkles on the boatman's face deepened like orange, as if his features were twisted to contain his anger.

What?

Money in the underworld?

Oh, so it was the netherworld currency. Fang Zheng realized.

But in the middle of the night, where do you want me to find you some money?

Also, the cost of the ship is 10 billion yuan in netherworld currency? Or is it the kind of one hundred billion denominations of hades?

The boatman shrugged his nose, a greedy grin on his face, and raised a finger with dark gray nails to point greedily at Fang Zheng, "I can already smell the rich fragrance of money on you."

"The more money smells, the more addictive it becomes."

The boatman smiled, revealing his black and yellow teeth, which made Fang Zheng queasy.

Hearing the words of the boatman, Fang Zheng was surprised and surprised. What was on his body, he naturally knew very well, which normal living person would carry such an unlucky thing as hades?

However.

The next moment, when Fang Zheng really took out a piece of money from his body, he was stunned.

"Yes, that's it. The smell of money." The ferryman's eyes were greedy, and he stared at the money in Fang Zheng's hand, unable to move his eyes.

Fang Zheng quickly remembered where the money came from.

He could not help but think of the timid, timid little girl who only dared to look down at her feet. She was so pitiful that her nose was sore. She was only a thin body of seven or eight years old, but she had a strong obsession in her life. She had clean, kind eyes that had not been polluted by the noise.

Fang Zheng recovered from the shock and frowned.

He remembered very clearly that he had kept this money at home. When did he bring it with him?

The underworld coin was also called the Yin de qian.

Yin de, Yin de... Fang Zheng suddenly fell silent.

"Boatman, I haven't been seasick since I was a child. Can you... Help me?"

"I was afraid that I would get seasick and fall into the lake accidentally. It doesn't matter if I fell into the lake. The key is that I was afraid of the money..."

As he spoke, Fang Zheng shook the money in his hand a few more times in front of his eyes.

Staring greedily at the boatman in Fang Zheng's hands, he hurriedly called out to be careful of the money. Careful of the money, he hesitated a little, put down his oars, and went to the bow to extend his hand...

When Fang Zheng grabbed the hands of the boatman, he felt as if he had grasped a hard block of ice, without the warmth of flesh and blood.

"Watch your step. Don't fall into this lake. It's not peaceful now..." The ferry driver turned his body so that Fang Zheng could board the narrow space on the bow of the boat, and kindly reminded Fang Zheng to pay attention to his feet.

Of course, he was actually reminding Fang Zheng of the money in his hands...

"Boatman, is your soul lamp dead oil?"

"Hehe, my brother has a good eye."

"Boatman, someone once said something to me..."

"?"

Poof!

Before he could finish his sentence, a cold light flashed. The Ghost head knife had already chopped the boatman in front of him into two pieces, all the way to his abdomen, but not a single drop of blood flowed out. This was actually a... Human Skin without internal organs and flesh.

"If someone uses dead body oil as a guiding light, go up and give him a knife."

Fang Zheng did not finish the last half of his sentence until now.

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