General?
Shen Jifeng looked at the woman in yellow in front of him. She seemed to be awake, but also seemed to be in a dream and unable to think.
The Luo River was flowing around him, and there was a stone tablet next to it. On it were three ancient characters, Luoshui Ferry, but it was a little broken. Everything was very real, but Shen Jifeng could not move freely. The woman in yellow in front of him said a few more words, and then said:
"I can't deliver this thing to the girl in person, so I will wait here at Luoshui Ferry."
"This matter is important, please come and get it as soon as possible."
He bowed again and retreated into the water step by step.
Shen Jifeng was anxious and wanted to reach out to grab the woman in yellow, but the surrounding environment was shattered like bubbles in an instant.
......
"Junior Sister Shen? Junior Sister Shen, wake up..."
"Wake up, wake up."
Shen Jifeng was awakened in a daze.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the worried faces of the special operations team. Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Shen Jifeng wake up. He handed her a cup of coffee and said, "Did you have a nightmare just now? You kept shouting to stop..."
"You have been running all night. If you really can't bear it, go and rest first."
Shen Jifeng subconsciously took the coffee, shook her head, and said:
"No, I don't know why I suddenly felt so sleepy. I am much better now."
"Go on, Master Wei is still in the ghost domain, and we must find a way to go in again."
She lowered her head and took a sip of coffee. The slightly bitter taste stimulated her tongue and she felt refreshed. Shen Jifeng thought of the short but real dream just now. She pressed her eyebrows. For a moment, she didn't think about the dream of the monster. She just thought that she really thought about it during the day and dreamed at night.
At this moment, she glanced slightly and saw water marks on the table next to her to form words.
"Wan Wang Wang."
Shen Jifeng widened her eyes.
It's not a dream!
Zhang Hao noticed Shen Jifeng's strangeness and asked, "What's wrong?"
Shen Jifeng shook his head, thinking of what he saw in the dream, and murmured, "I just seemed to have a dream. In that dream, there was a woman in yellow clothes..."
......
A moment later.
The engine roared.
Zhang Hao stepped on the accelerator with his right foot.
The special operations team's vehicle was driving fast on the vehicle. They had just asked the old people in the village and found out that there was really a place called Luoshuidu near the village. However, because the water there was deep and many people died, the villagers basically did not go there and it had been abandoned long ago.
They had just asked for the direction and route and were rushing over.
Zhang Hao bit his cigarette, held the steering wheel with his hand, and said, "It's a dream."
"To be able to send you a dream and leave traces around you, it must have at least 150 to 200 years of Taoism. In ancient times, this kind of spirit can almost experience all the events of a country's rise and fall. This kind of spirit, this kind of spirit..."
He shook his head, not knowing how to describe it, and guessed:
"This spirit has been practicing for nearly 200 years. Who is the general she refers to? Could it be that he was a general in the Ming Dynasty 200 years ago, who made great military achievements during his lifetime, and after his death in battle, he was worshipped by later generations and became the land or mountain and water gods of this area. He noticed the abnormality in the ghost domain and sent a spirit to send you a dream?"
"But in this era, the gods have basically disappeared."
Shen Jifeng said, "Maybe it's because it's like a candle in the wind, so we need Huang Gu Nu to send a message."
"Maybe."
Zhang Hao responded, and stepped on the accelerator with a little more strength.
He was still a little anxious.
After all, Wei Yuan, who was invited here before, was still trapped in the ghost domain. He just said that Shen Jifeng was tired for a long time. He had hardly slept these days. Seeing that there was a clue, how could he hold back? He gave a little more gas, and the off-road vehicle crashed through the weeds on the road and finally found the Luoshui Ferry.
Almost at the first sight of this place, Shen Jifeng's face changed a little.
Except that the width of Luoshui River cannot be compared with that in the ghost domain, the terrain here is almost exactly the same as that of the ghost domain hotel. There is also a river flowing through, and then it turns a corner at almost a right angle and continues to flow away.
After getting off the car, the two quickly walked to the Luoshui Ferry stone tablet.
But he didn't find the woman in yellow. Shen Jifeng was restless and looked around. Suddenly, he heard the sound of running water. He turned his head and saw a yellow croaker floating on the water, flapping its tail to sleep. Shen Jifeng's heart moved slightly, and he subconsciously said, "Miss Huang?"
The yellow croaker nodded repeatedly.
Zhang Hao heard the sound and saw the yellow croaker that understood human nature. He was surprised and guessed that this might be the true body of the dream spirit.
Shen Jifeng squatted down on the shore, looked at the yellow croaker and said, "Miss Huang, what does the general want you to send us?"
Zhang Hao's heart also moved slightly. A military general with great military exploits in the late Ming Dynasty.
What could this yellow croaker need to deliver?
He thought of the story of "two carps and a letter" in ancient times, and wondered if there was a letter in the mouth of Miss Huang. Then he saw the yellow fish swim to the shore, open its mouth, and spit out a tough bubble. Something fell into Shen Jifeng's hand. The girl just took a look and her body stiffened.
Zhang Hao walked up and asked curiously: "What did the general of the Ming Dynasty give?"
Shen Jifeng raised his head little by little and looked at Zhang Hao. He seemed a little confused. After a long time, he said blankly:
"Master Wei's memory card..."
"What?!!"
......
Looking at the small memory card in his hand.
Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng were speechless for a while, and their minds were a little confused.
Miss Huang said that the general asked her to send this thing over.
But the memory card sent over required Wei Yuan's fingerprint to be removed...
Shen Jifeng took a deep breath and stammered: "But, maybe the owner of the Wei Pavilion met the general inside, and then asked this Huang girl to deliver the things."
Zhang Hao nodded slowly and said: "It should be like this..."
But in his mind, he recalled the time when Wei Yuan fought, the murderous aura was strong, like the battlefield swordsmanship that rushed out from the ancient battlefield. The hand holding the cigarette trembled a little, and his scalp was a little numb. Shen Jifeng carried the big box-like notebook with him, inserted the memory card, and quickly called out the contents inside.
There was only one file.
After opening it, a short text spread out.
Zhang Hao exhaled and read the contents of the document. Both he and Shen Jifeng's expressions gradually became solemn. After reading it, Zhang Hao said in disbelief: "In less than one night, Master Wei has already figured out the ins and outs of the formation of the ghost domain?"
Shen Jifeng slid the document to the end and said: "Master Wei needs our help."
She looked up at the reverse bow evil and said:
"Dig the river channel, divert the river water directly, directly break the reverse bow evil here, dig up the foundation of the ghost domain, and then, Master Wei said that if possible, change the feng shui here."
"Change it?"
"Yes."
Shen Jifeng adjusted his glasses and read in confusion:
"It should be changed to the Western White Tiger Evil, which is more fierce than the reverse bow evil."
"The fiercer the better."
......
In the ghost domain, the atmosphere became more heated than ever before.
The starving ghosts with skinny limbs clapped their hands and laughed, and the demon ghosts with green faces and fangs walked on the street.
The water girl under the bridge covered her lips and chuckled. In front of the coffin door, ghosts came and went, and shadows were looming.
What a night parade of hundreds of ghosts!
All the ghosts knew that today was the day when the ghost king married the goddess on the mountain. Once the ghost king married the goddess, the pattern of the ghost domain would be completely formed, which would be of great benefit to them. Therefore, almost all the ghosts went up the mountain to give gifts to the ghost king on this day.
But there are always exceptions.
Some ghosts still have to work at this time.
A disemboweled sword ghost looked at the brightly lit mountain with envy on his face. He thought that there must be good meat to eat, and he had nothing missing from the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. However, he was ordered by the ghost king to stay here to guard something. The sword ghost regretfully withdrew his gaze and prepared to go back.
Suddenly!
A black shadow fell from the sky.
Almost instantly, he pressed his knee on the spine of the knife ghost, suppressing it fiercely. One hand covered the ghost's mouth, and the other hand cut across the throat like a broken sword, cutting off the ghost's head directly. Wei Yuan rolled over and hid in a bush.
The action was continuous and smooth.
No sound was made.
Like the legendary assassin who followed the creed.
Approaching silently and sneaking silently.
Perfect.
Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his head and saw a dead ghost holding a spear on the left staring blankly at himself hiding in the bush. It seemed that the limited brain capacity could not quickly understand what was going on. It stared at Wei Yuan for a long time before remembering to look for other ghosts.
But it had already been chopped off by a sword light.
However, the sound of fighting was still a bit loud. The ghosts who stayed behind heard the sound and asked:
"What's wrong?!"
The stealth failed.
Wei Yuan exhaled a breath and realized that he was good at frontal assault and demon slaying. It was too difficult for him to do such a difficult action as stealth. He looked at the top of the mountain where the atmosphere was lively. It was still far away from here, and the noisy sound there could be heard from such a distance. Obviously, the movement here could not be transmitted there.
He simply gave up the idea of stealing the feather clothes quietly and stood up upright.
He pulled out the eight-sided Han sword with his backhand and kicked the door open.
The ghosts seemed to have not expected that a living person would dare to enter the ghost domain so openly, and they were stunned for a while.
Wei Yuan had already drawn a high-powered firearm with his left hand and quickly fired the bullets at the ghosts.
The roaring and rhythmic sound of gunfire was drowned in the revelry on the top of the mountain. The armor-piercing bullets penetrated the weak parts of the ghosts here, splashing out smelly black pus and blood. The bullets were empty. The ghosts here were already stunned and could not react at all. Wei Yuan approached quickly, and the eight-sided Han sword in his right hand tore the cold light and chopped down at the ghost's head.
Hello, Si Li Xiaowei.
Robbery.