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

I saw the river water...the river embankment...the community buildings by the river...

With a whoosh, something fell into the water.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw the old fishing man sitting by the river bank, holding a fishing rod in his hand, staring at the river surface motionlessly.

A ghost walked past the bottom of the river with a expressionless face.

I knew for no reason that this was a soul to be reincarnated. In the upper reaches of the river, there was a meeting place arranged by the underworld, and a ghost messenger was waiting there.

The old man sat on the shore, ignoring the soul to be reincarnated.

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

The fish hook floated to the soul's mouth, and the fishing line wrapped around the soul's body.

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

Before the soul could land, the scene I saw changed again.

The building is gone.

To be precise, the high-rise buildings are gone. The buildings on the shore and the river bank have changed a lot, as if they have become the sets of film and television cities.

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

There are still souls passing by in the river, and there are funeral teams playing and singing on the shore, and the crying sounds shake the sky.

The old man looked up slightly and looked at Yanan's funeral team.

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

The river water was turbid, blocking the good soul under the river.

The old man put away his fishing rod and watched the funeral team go away from afar.

In a blink of an eye, the riverside buildings and river banking became even more old. This old is not caused by daily wear, but the old in shape and style. The time should have come earlier.

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

Suddenly there was a shadow in the river, and the entire river surface became dark.

The old man subconsciously felt that there were fish passing by.

His fishing line hanging in the water hooked something and immediately tensed.

The old man stood up excitedly and resisted the pressure coming from the fishing line.

The waves roll in the river.

Suddenly something popped up.

I saw that the black thing looked like aquatic plants, but it also made people feel strange and familiar.

The old man was a little lost and his hands relaxed.

Hula! Hula! Hula!

The old man was dragged into the river all at once.

He was flapping in the water and saw people standing around him.

Those people were dressed as a down-and-out refugee dress, without covering their bodies. They didn't look at the old man, but just squeezed the river water and moved in one direction. Everyone's face was a numb expression.

The old man was wrapped up and could not swim up the river. He struggled in these foolish tramps.

In my heart, I was extremely frightened, and there was fear of death, as well as the frightened phenomenon.

He kept squeezing away the crowd around him, holding his breath, but he couldn't last long.

He spitted bubbles out of his mouth and had already drunk water.

The old man seemed to have no idea and was still struggling instinctively.

He finally grabbed the soil and squeezed out of those souls.

The old man climbed onto the shore.

When he turned around, he saw the shadows in the water.

The slight splash could not hinder the old man's vision. This time he saw clearly that the water was densely filled with ghosts.

The old man immediately thought of the refugees outside the city, the refugees who fled from famine... Heard that there was a plague outside the city...

He saw a little incongruousness in the neat queue of ghosts.

Those ghosts were carrying something and continued to move forward.

The old man's sense of fear suddenly increased.

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

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

His body was wet, but water flowed down from his body and fell on the soil without any trace.

He is dead.

The old man shuddered.

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

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

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

I looked at his expression, reached out and found that I was sweating all over.

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

"Why don't you do this first today? Let's send you back first? If you have any problems, I'll talk about it tomorrow." said the thin man.

I didn't answer.

I was in a mess.

I already have a premonition on what I see.

The time of flashbacks and flashbacks also represent the reversal of the past...

The first thing that is changed is the time that is close to reality, and then it further affects the past.

This is really ridiculous!

It's like the question of having chickens or eggs first. This question probably has no solution. But to use another example, is it modern humans first or apes first? Anyone can give a positive answer.

What I see reverses this natural law.

First there is the Ghost King, then the Ghost King’s rules, and then, earlier, the origin of the Ghost King and the process of the Ghost King’s death…

It was like someone needed to install a ghost king somewhere, so he found a ghost and arranged what happened in the past on his head. In the end, he became a ghost king with a long history and various legends in the local area!

How is this possible!

Normal and logical situations should be reversed!

Is it that I misunderstood, what I see is just a simple "flashback"?

No...that ghost uncle...

That ghost uncle was inserted like this...

When I thought of this, my head hurts again.

I saw the quaint building, and the candle light inside was not strong. Silhouettes of people on paper windows.

A man in black appeared in front of me. He was wearing a night-wearing dress and approached the window, and thumped in, breaking the window.

The windows were broken and screams came from the room.

I only saw the scene inside the house and saw the light of the candles extinguished.

What happened in the darkness was fleeting.

On the street, children jumping and singing nursery rhymes.

"... The black thief came home, blew out the candle, stabbed his father eleven times, and stabbed his mother twelve times..."

"...The sun sets, don't light the lights. The black thief comes home..."

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

I saw a crowd surrounding a platform, and Lu Zi held a big knife in his hand. The man kneeling in front of him was Uncle Gui.

The big knife was raised high.

Uncle Ghost, who was kneeling on the ground and tied with a hemp rope, suddenly burst into laughter.

"I will become a ghost and will kill you again! The sun sets, don't light the lights! The dark thief, come home!"

puff!

In the uproar of the crowd, the head rolled to my feet.
To be continued...