There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 825: Humpback
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The view from the water hole is very dark.
In the narrow, claustrophobic, dark mountainside, there is an extremely strong sense of depression.
It's like a ship sailing into the mouth of a demon king's blood basin, slowly sailing towards a dark abyss where no light can be seen, giving a sense of claustrophobic space.
The only light source in the water cave is a faint searchlight worn by Liu Shan on his head.
But this light beam is placed in a water hole in a claustrophobic space. Not only does it not give people a sense of illumination, but it has a cold feeling of being stared at by demons in the dark and deep sea. It reveals a gloomy atmosphere, and there is no sense of security. .
It's strange to say.
When the ship entered the water hole, Liu Shan turned off the ship’s diesel engine and moved forward slowly with a brace.
Wow.
Wow...
Following the resistance of the boat breaking through the boiling water, the speed slowed down and slowly moved forward. Fang Zheng also tried to put his palm into the cold water.
Um.
Except that there is no sunshine all year round, and the water here is colder than outside, there is no discovery of yin air or yin power.
Wow, wow...
The palm of his hand moved slowly with the hull of the ship, and Fang Zheng felt his palm being slapped by the waves. He looked thoughtfully at the tortuous water hole in front of him.
According to Gao Shuhua.
The seventy-two ghost gates have their own special access methods.
Throw Yinde money into the river, and there will be water ghosts drowning in the river, driving the Yin boat to pick up people and enter the 72 ghost gates. Only when the lifelessness of the yin boat covers the anger of the living, can you pass the ghost cave safely.
But why do these people have an easier way not to use it?
But it's going to the south, and looking for someone else?
To be honest, Fang Zheng was still a little surprised when he saw an entrepreneur and a group of people find the villager uncle on the river embankment.
"Brother Chen, why don't you continue to carve the boat for the sword?" The entrepreneur saw that Fang Zheng suddenly stopped throwing messy things into the water, and he was a little unaccustomed to ask.
"We are still waiting for Brother Chen to engrave more marks on the outside of the hull. If we really get lost, we can rely on Brother Chen to take us out of these 72 ghost gates."
Chen Chichi is the name of Fangzheng walking in the rivers and lakes.
Entrepreneurs are naturally not the true believers of Founder's nonsense about caring for a boat and begging for a sword.
That's obviously a fool.
When he spoke, his voice was a little teasing, and his expression had a meaningful smile. It was clear that he was deliberately making fun of Fang Zheng to resolve the boredom along the way.
Fangzheng smiled on his face, and then said in amazement: "Boss Han is really a guy who likes to laugh. Even elementary school students these days know that Kezhou Qiujian is a fool. Boss Han is joking on purpose, he actually believes it. Is it true that the engraving of the boat begs the sword?"
Founder already knew that the entrepreneur's surname was Han.
The full name is Han Hongchou.
Fang Zheng didn't have too much thought to guess whether the other party's name was true or false, so he called it that first.
Uh! !
Han Hongchou almost yelled at him.
You are crazy!
Han Hongchou was depressed in his heart. I didn't know who it was just now.
It sounds like the same thing.
As soon as I turned my head, I turned around and scolded me that I was not as good as a fool.
Han Hongchou's expression was overcast immediately, but soon, his expression calmed down again. Anyway, he was a dead person. He still cares about something with a dead person who is still in the dark.
Simply silenced and stopped talking.
At this time, turning off the engine at the stern, Liu Shan, who was propping up with his hands, was also quite speechless and looked at Fang Zheng.
He felt that since Fang Zheng got on the boat, the boat had never been peaceful.
I don't know if Fang is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, or if he is too nervous to react and has no sense of crisis at all.
Not only did he slap the tiger's whiskers face to face, but he also slapped the tiger face to face after finishing.
I'm not afraid of death at all, and I'm trying to be frantically on the verge of death!
The reason why Fang Zheng no longer carves a boat for a sword is actually very simple. He has almost ascertained how deep it is underwater.
Under the shining of the mobile phone flashlight, the refraction of light and shadow is removed, plus the sinking speed of the small stones... Anyway, the water is very deep.
At this time, after measuring the underwater situation, Fang Zheng has time to look at the three companions of Han Hongchou.
The three of them have been silent since they got on the boat.
These three are old men, one old woman and two old men.
Clothing and dressing are quite ordinary. There are gully traces of time on the cheeks. The skin is rough and dark, and they are all gullies, like dry and cracked ground.
It's like an ordinary farmer who is always in the wind and the sun, facing the loess and back to the sky all his life, the sunrise and sunset.
Except that the old woman is better, she has a thick layer of white powder on her face to conceal the rough skin on her face.
But the old woman forgot to powder her neck.
So the obvious color difference between the neck and face is formed.
The neck is rough and dark, but the face is pale and pale and covered with powder. At first glance, he thought it was a pale grimace.
With such thick putty on the face, Fang Zheng guessed that at least ten centimeters thick putty can be used to smooth out the deep wrinkles on his face like the scene of a car accident.
It's strange to say.
The three of them are all hunched back slightly.
The back bulges high like a camel humps.
Looking at this weird-looking trio of hump, Fang Zheng felt alive.
Looking at the weird appearance of these three people, shouldn't they also come from which ancient lunatic practitioner, like the tomb guard, the corpse husband, and the Li family?
Through ancient methods, practice yourself into half-human and half-ghost, right?
And is it a collective action of a family or an organization?
"Boss Han, these three friends of fishing enthusiasts have not spoken since they got on the boat. Why don't you introduce Boss Han to us?"
Fang Zheng retracted his hand that had been in the water, his eyes were narrowed, and his smiling face approached Han Hongchou's position.
Liu Shan, who had been bracing himself in the stern, looked at Fang Zheng who was still frantically testing the edge of death. His hands trembled with fright. The brace in his hand almost fell into the water.
The ghost knew that Liu Shan had already cursed Fang Zheng many times in his heart.
"My three friends like to be quiet and don't like being disturbed. Please don't be too quiet for my three friends."
Han Hongchou was still annoyed at Fang Zheng's accusation of Sang and Huai, so this time he spoke a little bit bluntly, and he was not polite at all in refusing.
Fang Zheng, who failed the first trial, bowed his head and groaned.
He didn't dejected or left immediately.
After lowering his head and pondering for a few seconds, Fang Zheng raised his head again. He looked at the ugly old woman who had been shaved ten centimeters thick putty on her face, paler than a grimace, and then looked shocked: "Sister, You are so beautiful! You look so beautiful, like a certain international female star I have seen in movies! Sister, have we met somewhere? Did we know each other?"
Puff!
Ah! It hurts! It hurts!
Han Hongchou, who was frightened and bit his tongue with his teeth, covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes widened, his face was shocked, horrified, and he stared at Fang Zheng in disbelief.
The beauty of the ball!
When you open your eyes and talk nonsense to this state, won't your conscience hurt?