The wind blew up on the bridge, and Lin Qian stared at the river in silence. He always felt that the ghost the old man was talking about was very familiar, and the more he talked about it, the more it seemed like the golden finger that had disappeared from his body.

Coco looked at the river, stretched out his hand to wipe the saliva from his mouth, and looked up at his father:

"Dad, can we eat that big fish?"

Lin Qian:……

elder:……

Lin Qian silently pressed back Coco's hand pointing to the river, and said to Coco with a bit of toothache:

"Coco, dad can't catch that fish..."

"Ah, is that so? Okay then."

Keke spoke regretfully, with a very disappointed look on her face.

The corners of Lin Qian's mouth twitched, and she turned to look at the old man. After being silent for a while, she said:

"Old man, since you can only kill ghosts and eat some of the ghosts in the two ghost mirrors, the level of terror must have reached an outrageous level."

"Can this evil ghost be suppressed with just one letter?"

If the old man said that the letter could suppress the evil ghost, and Lin Qian wouldn't believe it even to death, he wouldn't know what happened if the letter was broken. Even he could easily eat it, let alone the evil ghost.

Hearing Lin Qian's question, the old man shook his head and said with a smile:

"Of course not. I plan to use this letter to open the connection between my ghost mirror and the other two mirrors, and then let the ghost enter my place."

"As long as it comes in, I have a way to imprison it in the ghost river. If I can, I even plan to let it eat the ghosts in the ghost river. After all, it is much easier to imprison one evil ghost than two evil ghosts."

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Hearing this, Lin Qian was immediately startled. Looking at the ghost fish in the river, Lin Qian opened his mouth and felt a sense of panic about the old man's plan.

If this evil ghost eats the ghosts in the river, if it really happens, how terrifying will that evil ghost be? Can this ghost river really be suppressed?

As if he had read through Lin Qian's thoughts, the old man patted the railing gently and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Are you worried that the river can't suppress this ghost?"

"Actually, there is no need to worry. This river has only managed to suppress two ghosts. One is the ghost fish and the other is the evil ghost in the coffin."

"The suppression of the evil ghosts in this river does not depend on the terror of the evil spirits, but only on the number of evil ghosts. The greater the number, the less intense the suppression in this river."

Having said this, the old man pointed to the river and continued:

"Thousands of meters deep, tens of thousands of meters wide, and tens of thousands of meters long. Young man, can you estimate how many evil ghosts this river can suppress?"

Lin Qian listened to the old man's words and looked at the flowing ghost river. He suddenly felt that the old man's plan was feasible, but he always felt strange. There seemed to be something wrong somewhere, and there was something important that he had left behind.

It was the same, and I couldn’t remember it for a while.

"Old man, are you sure you can do it? Are you not afraid of accidents?"

Lin Qian always felt that the old man's plan was not reliable at all. If that evil ghost was really his golden finger, the old man might not be able to pull off his plan.

"Oh, little guy, you seem to have doubts about the old man's strength." The old man looked at Lin Qian with a smile.

Hearing the old man's words, Lin Qian's mouth twitched twice, but he did not answer the old man's words and chose to remain silent.

Seeing Lin Qian's silence, the old man didn't care. After looking at the river for a while, the old man waved his hand, and a dark path appeared on the bridge.

"Forget it, little guy, hurry up and leave. Your mission has been successfully completed."

"Old man, I haven't talked to anyone for a long time. I had a good chat with you this time."

Lin Qian looked at the straight path, his eyes flashed, and he hesitated for a while and walked over. To be honest, he didn't want to stay here at all if he could.

None of the ghosts here can make him eat, he can't do anything in the river, and those fierce ghosts on the street, if he feels right, are all descendants of the old man.

It can also be said that those evil ghosts are the old people, and the old people are those evil ghosts.

The path was very dark. Looking at the path, Lin Qian knew very well that this was not the path to reality. The end of the path was probably another supernatural place.

Walking into the path, just when Lin Qian was about to leave the bridge, the old man's voice came from behind:

"Young man, hurry up, time is running out in this era."

Lin Qian's footsteps paused slightly:

"Yes, I will."

After saying that, he walked into the path without looking back. The old man looked at Lin Qian leaving, shook his head and said:

"It's an interesting little guy, but it's a pity that he's too weak. I hope he can grow up quickly. Time is really running out."

The old man looked at the calm river, with a dull worry in his eyes. Everything was about to come out. If it hadn't been for the wars during the Republic of China, it wouldn't be like this now.

Suddenly, the river surged, and a huge and terrifying fish jumped out of the water, causing huge waves.

The fish tentacles made of two chains collided with each other, and the crisp and strange sound of gold and iron clashing echoed through the sky. The branches of a long willow tree swayed, causing countless water splashes to fly.

The old man looked at this scene with a calm expression and didn't pay too much attention. The wind on the river was a little noisy. The old man shook his head and turned around and left.

There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that I don’t know how many thousands of miles it is. It turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. The Peng’s back is so big that I don’t know how many thousands of miles it has. When it flies in anger, its wings are as if they are hanging down.

The clouds in the sky are birds, and the sea transport will migrate to Nanming.

In fact, this is what I'm talking about. Before this fish is chopped down, it will die every time it breathes in. The place where it lives is a ghost land for thousands of miles, and it is taboo for living people.

Later, haha, there was no later. Dozens of beings who had mastered the complete evil ghost died before this ghost was taken apart.

The willow tree on the big fish's head and the coffin on its back are the two entities that finally suppressed the ghost.

This is the era of our predecessors. All myths and legends were left by our predecessors and have been beautified. Otherwise, the cruel and terrifying facts will make future generations despair.

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Walking out of the path, Lin Qian came to a wasteland surrounded by yellow weeds and several crooked-neck trees growing among them.

Lin Qian looked back and saw that the path had disappeared and was so silent that even he could not detect it.

"Another existence that cannot be defeated..."

Lin Qian sighed, with a look of helplessness on his face. He thought he was already invincible, but...hey, let's not say it.

Lin Qian looked up at the pitch-black sky, which is a characteristic of supernatural places. According to the old man, these supernatural places were formed after the legendary eighteen levels of hell were shattered.

Although she didn't know whether the old man had deceived her, Lin Qian felt that she could trust three points, and left the remaining seven points to the old man's deception.

"Oh, it was a waste of time. I didn't even eat a single ghost, and I was almost scared to death."

"What kind of luck do I have?"

Lin Qian sighed. He was now hesitating whether to take Zhang Wei with him. That bastard was extremely lucky. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was the son of destiny.

Lin Qian shook his head and thought that it was better to forget it and stop yelling at Zhang Wei. If he took him to play with him, he might die suddenly at some point, with no ashes left.

He took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket and actually sent the letter. Then he should reply and go back to the fifth floor to tear up the letter. If he was lucky, someone might send him some warmth.

The yellow paper was taken out and ignited without fire. A winding yellow mud path appeared in front of Lin Qian. Looking at this path, Lin Qian felt extremely kind in his heart.

"Finally, I have someone I can bully."

Lin Qian walked into the yellow mud path and walked quickly towards the ghost post office. When he arrived on the fifth floor, Lin Qian, with his eyes flashing scarlet, disappeared into the path.

Ghost post office.

In the dim hall, a few ordinary people looked around in panic. They had recently accidentally entered the ghost post office, which can be regarded as a feature of the ghost post office.

Every once in a while, a group of new people will be brought in, and then there will be no more. Whether they can survive depends on their luck.

"Well, do any of you know where this place is? I just opened a letter, so why am I here?"

Among the few ordinary people, a female high school student spoke in a panic, constantly looking at the movements around her, proving that she was very scared.

"Damn it, I want to know too. I was still playing the game, and suddenly I saw a letter on my desk. I just happened to be dead, so I opened the letter without thinking."

"As a result, after I opened the letter, there was nothing inside, it was empty, and then a trail appeared, which really scared me."

"Then I walked along the path, and as I walked, I came to this damn place."

The person who spoke was a young man with two panda eyes. He looked very decadent and had stayed up late all night.

"I, I also came here after opening a letter."

"What a coincidence, so am I."

"Yes, yes, yes, me too."

After the young man took the lead, many people opened their mouths and told how they came here. The result was beyond their expectations. Almost all of them opened a letter before arriving here.

Several people looked at each other, looking at each other, and they all realized that this matter was not simple, there must be something fishy.

"You think, have we encountered an extraordinary event? It is very likely that we are not mortals, but people of destiny. There is a mastermind behind the scenes who gathered us here in order to select a suitable person to save this world that is about to be destroyed?

"

Suddenly, the entire hall became quiet, and everyone turned to look at the person who had done it.

The person who spoke was a little boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. Looking at the cartoon two-dimensional clothes the little boy was wearing, everyone looked away silently.

"What's wrong, do you think what I said is wrong? This kind of thing is very possible, don't you think this is strange?"
To be continued...