"What a fuss, you just said that only women who are alone will disappear for no reason.

The old Taoist has gathered eight people to travel together today. If there are really ghosts and monsters, there will definitely be no trouble tonight."

Huang Laodao squinted his eyes: "What's more, if that boy is really as you said, he can communicate with birds and beasts, he must have magical powers.

Now if we can take advantage of his illness and plant these personal lives on him, the woman named Su will definitely not be able to escape, and in the end, she will have no choice but to let the way deal with her!"

The little Taoist priest looked timid and seemed to be hesitant.

Seeing that he was so submissive, Huang Laodao frowned and said, "What are you afraid of? I have practiced this Tao for decades, and I have a certain amount of Taoism. If it is really harmful to people, I will just contain it. For this reason

Wouldn't it be better to become famous?"

The little Taoist priest looked helpless.

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Everyone quickly came to the river, led by Huang Laodao, who opened the altar and performed a fire-spitting and burning talisman sword.

After muttering a lot of crooked words that even Shu Ci could not understand.

The old Taoist double model suddenly opened his eyes: "The sky is clear, the earth is bright, burn incense and worship Master Zhang. Thousands of stars are thunderous, thousands of stars are pointed, thousands of stars are shining brightly. Hold the sword in your hand to kill the evil spirits. If there is a fierce light that does not hide,

The evil spirits will perish under their feet. The divine soldiers are as hasty as the law and order!"

Another big puff of fire spurted out from the old Taoist priest's mouth, and the momentum was so frightening that the people around him were amazed.

But Shu Ci felt like sleeping after watching it.

After some mumbling, the old Taoist priest shouted: "The time has come."

Then there is a nondescript dance, which is the legendary dancing master.

Then the girls were fooled onto the crudely built boat, which had been prepared with three kinds of fruits, fruits and flowers in advance.

The waxing moon was gradually covered by dark clouds, and the sky became gloomy.

Just as the old Taoist poled his boat upstream, a loud noise pierced the sky covered with heavy clouds. The sky was dark and the rain was clearing the waves.

The rain fell coldly and quickly without any warning, and no one had prepared an umbrella, so they were soaked in the rain in an instant.

Huang Laodao's beard also became shaky, his crown and hat were wet and knocked crooked by the heavy rain, and he no longer looked like an immortal.

The cold night, the bleak river, and the desolation caused by a heavy rain made the atmosphere inevitably a bit gloomy.

The five women who came to join in the count had their arms folded and were shivering with cold. The lanterns hanging on a small boat were also extinguished by the heavy rain, and the darkness from all sides seemed to be swallowing them up.

The moonlight was hidden in the clouds, and their field of vision was extremely limited. It was dark and dark everywhere. They were trembling, feeling scared, and looking left and right.

When they first boarded the ship, they relied on the belief that the powerful Huang Xianren could protect them.

But right now, in the face of this unknown fear and danger, my heart feels chilly.

Shu Ci had the foresight to do so. He squatted in a corner with the iron pot half on his head, but he did not suffer from the wind and rain.

It has been raining continuously for the past few days, and it has only been sunny for two days. It started to rain continuously at night, and the heavy rain looked like it was going to be a heavy rain.

Everyone on the boat began to panic, and then a woman spoke weakly:

"Huang...Tao Zhang Huang, is the sacrifice over? When can we go ashore? All the fruits, cattle and sheep on the boat have been thrown into the river. If we don't go ashore, will there be any accidents?"

Some women have already begun to cry: "I am not surprised when I look at this river during the day, but why is it so scary tonight? I have been walking for so long, and I still can't see the river bank."

The scary thing is that when they look back, they can no longer even see the lights of the villagers beside them when they came.

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It actually gives people a feeling of suffocation and despair as they walk into the abyss and have no way out.

There are countless strange black-scaled fish swimming rapidly in the river.

They swore that they had lived in this mountain village for decades, and that fishermen had fished the rivers and seas for so many years.

They had never seen these strange-looking fish full of scales and spines tonight.

Those fish seemed to be swimming aimlessly, but under the bamboo boat, they were being bumped by these fish, and the hemp rope binding the bamboo boat seemed to be loose.

Such changes made everyone more and more uneasy.

The young Taoist priest was also obviously panicked. He shook his head and said, "Master, what should we do now?"

At this moment, Huang Laodao did not forget to maintain his superior demeanor. He pretended to say:

"It doesn't matter, but there will be wind and rain, and if I have my way, I can naturally protect you all safe and sound."

Having said that, it was not in his plan for it to rain so heavily.

He observed the situation of the river for several days and remembered that at night, a large and rapid whirlpool would appear in a certain direction of the river. If a person was caught in it, his life would be in danger.

If this flimsy boat is involved, various people on the boat will inevitably need his rescue.

He ordered his disciples to set up mechanical hidden stakes in the water in advance. The old Taoist had excellent water properties. With the help of hidden stakes, he could demonstrate his ability to walk on water.

They rescued these young ladies one by one, except for the sweet potato lady.

She has to suffer a lot, make her beg for mercy, and treat her docilely before she can become sensible and obedient.

But now it was raining so hard, the lanterns were extinguished, and the canoe drifted wildly along with the rapid current of the river.

I don’t know where I am at this moment, let alone whether those hidden piles have been washed away by the heavy rain.
Chapter completed!