This is a thin and dry old man with wrinkles on his face as orange peel.

Wearing a gray-brown straw raincoat and a bamboo hat on his head.

When the boat was docked and saw it up close, Fang Zheng finally confirmed that the green lantern on the bow of the boat was the soul-attracting lamp.

Fang Zheng showed surprise.

The last time he saw the Soul-Starting Lamp was the same time he followed Mr. Fu and Butcher Zhang to go to the dark side and catch the evil mirror spirit not long ago.

The scene in front of me is very similar to the scene of the day, it is also like a world of mist and water... the boatman... a soul-attracting lamp on the bow of the boat.

But today is not a yin.

The boatman is not Mr. Fu either.

At this moment, it is in the real world.

What exactly is there in Longtou Lake? Why does a mysterious boatman with a soul-attracting lamp suddenly appear late at night?

Fang Zheng's heart is solemn.

suddenly!

Fang Zheng's nose wings gently swayed a few times. When the boat landed, he smelled an unusual smell in the air.

It's a foul smell.

From the green lantern.

The reason why corpse oil smells bad is that it contains methane, so it burns especially brightly...

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, looked down at the soul-attracting lamp that was emitting a green light like a ghost.

It was late at night and a ferryman suddenly appeared in the quiet Pinghu Lake.

The boatman has another corpse oil soul-attracting lamp.

This is no longer normal in itself. Perhaps... this boatman is not a human...

Fortunately, Fang Zheng was wearing combat uniforms and props, and even his face was covered by prop helmets. The boatman did not notice any abnormalities on his face.

Fang Zheng also began to remain calm and carefully looked at the boatman and boat in front of him.

Didn't get on the ship rashly.

"What is this boatman...the identity? Since he is not human, he is a ghost? Why did the two mysterious people in front board the boat and ask the boatman to send them into the depths of Longtou Lake?"

"Is it because... they are not familiar with water, or because... there is really something under the lake that makes them feel afraid. The boatman must be able to cross the lake safely?"

Fang Zheng thought, standing on the shore of the lake without moving.

"The rules of ferrying on the foul road should be clear, right?" Although the old boatman was laughing, he seemed to give people a dry smile without laughing. He was clearly laughing, but he gave people a cold feeling without expression. He showed his black and yellow teeth as soon as he opened his mouth.

ferry?

Borrowing the dark road?

Faced with the increasingly strange and drastic world, his previous worldview could no longer keep up with the strange world after the drastic change. He was like an illiterate... he broke into another even more strange world.

Fang Zheng didn't know how to answer the conversation so that he could not expose himself, and remained motionless and did not immediately answer.

When the ferryman saw Fang Zheng always standing on the shore of the lake and had no intention of boarding the boat, he saw that the ferryman wanted to row the fountain that he had been holding in his hand and rowed back to the depths of Longtou Lake.

But at this moment, Dong!

Fang Zheng stepped on the bow of the boat with one foot, but the other foot was still motionless, standing on the shore of the lake.

The ferryman had no expression on his face. He stopped the sculls who were about to row and looked at Fangzheng.

Fang Zheng pulled his feet back... The ferryman waited for a while, and then he was about to row and leave... Fang Zheng stepped onto the boat with one foot again.

Fang Zheng pulled his feet back...

Fang Zheng took a step...

This repeated for more than ten minutes, perhaps because the ferryman who insisted that the customer was God and had been expressionless, finally couldn't help but curse: "If you want to go, go, go, get out if you don't have money."

Fang Zheng suddenly realized that he wanted to take the boat fare...

You said you wanted money.

Do ghosts also want money?

So Fang Zheng took out a wrinkled banknote from his body. However, this time, the ferryman was still moving, with a warm and angry expression on his old face, illuminated by the faint green lamp at the bow of the boat, most of his face was shrouded in shadow, his face was sometimes blue and sometimes black, and he looked very sinister.

"The ferrying on the underworld road is only charged for money from the underworld."

"No money in the world."

The ferryman's face was as deep as orange peel, and his facial features were twisted, as if he was enduring his anger.

What?

Money in the underworld?

Oh, it turns out that I want the underworld coins, Fang Zheng reacted.

But in the middle of the night, where did you ask me to find you the secret coins?

Also, does the ship capital require 10 billion denominations of the underworld coins? Or does the one with 1 trillion denominations of the underworld coins?

The ferryman shook his nose, showed a greedy smile on his face, raised a finger with black onychomycosis, pointed at Fang Zheng and said greedy: "I have already smelled the strong fragrance of money on you."

"The more you smell money, the more you become addictive."

The ferryman smiled and showed his black and yellow teeth, which made Fang Zheng feel nauseous.

When Fang Zheng heard the words of the ferryman, he was surprised and surprised. What was there on him? He naturally knew in his heart that which normal living person would carry such an unlucky thing as a ghost money with him?

However.

The next moment, when Fang Zheng really found a ghost coin from his body, the man was stunned.

"Yes, it's it, the smell of money." The ferryman's eyes were greedy and stared at the underworld coins in Fang Zheng's hand, and could no longer take his eyes off.

Fang Zheng quickly remembered the source of this ghost currency.

The timid, timid little girl who only dared to look down at her feet appeared in his mind. She was so pitiful that she made her nose sore. She was obviously just a thin body of seven or eight years old, but she also had a strong obsession during her lifetime, with clean and kind eyes that had not been polluted by the noise.

Fang Zheng came back from the shock and frowned.

He remembered very clearly when was this ghost coin kept by him at home?

The underworld currency is also called Yinde money.

Yin De, Yin De... Fang Zheng suddenly fell silent.

"Boatman, I have been seasick and not motion sick since I was a child. Can you... help me?"

"I'm afraid I'm seasick. If I accidentally fail to stand firm, it doesn't matter if I fall into the lake. The key is that I'm afraid of the money..."

As he said that, Fang Zheng shook the underworld coins in his hand for a few more times.

He was staring at Fang Zheng's ferryman in his hand and hurriedly shouting "Beware of money". He hesitated slightly, put down the fountain in his hand, and walked to the bow of the boat to stretch out one of his own hand...

When Fang Zheng grabbed the ferryman's palm, he felt like he was grabbing a ball of hard ice, with no flesh and blood warmth.

"Be careful of your feet, don't fall into this lake, the lake is not peaceful now..." The ferryman turned his body sideways so that Fang Zheng could board the bow of the narrow space on the ship, and kindly reminded Fang Zheng to pay attention to his feet.

Of course, he was actually reminding Fang Zheng of the money...

"Boatman, your soul-sucking lamp is corpse oil, right?"

"Hehe, my brother has a good vision."

"Boatman, someone once said something to me..."

"?"

puff!

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed suddenly, and the ghost-headed knife had already slashed the boatman in front of him into two pieces, slashing all the way to his abdomen, but no drop of blood flowed out. This was actually a human skin without internal organs and flesh.

"If you encounter someone using corpse oil as a soul-attracting lamp, go up and give him a knife."
Chapter completed!