The sound of the clamor replaced the sound of the thin man, and the ruminant river surface replaced the skinny face.

I saw the river...the river embankment... the community building by the river...

Something fell into the water.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw the old fishing man sitting on the bank of the river, holding the fishing rod in my hand, staring at the river without moving.

There was a ghost with an expressionless face passing through the bottom of the river.

I knew it was the soul that was born.In the upper part of the river, there is a place arranged by the prefecture, and there are ghosts waiting.

The old man sat on the shore, and did not care for the soul that was born.

In a moment, the river was still the river, and the old man's breath had changed.

The fish hook floats to the mouth of the soul, and the fish thread entangles the body of the soul.

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

Without waiting for the soul to fall, the scene I saw changed again.

The building is missing.

In fact, the high-rise building is missing.The buildings on the shore and the embankment have changed greatly, as if they have become the setting of the film and television city.

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

There are still souls passing through the river, and there are funerals on the shore.

The old man looked up slightly and looked at the team that was leaving the funeral.

Some people in the group threw things into the river, like fish seedlings, and mixed with incense candle paper money.

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

The old man closed the fish rod and watched the funeral from a distance.

In a blink of an eye, riverside buildings and embankment became more ancient.This old is not the old one produced by daily wear, but the old in form and style.The time should have come earlier.

The old man was still sitting on the shore, only this time I found him alive.

Suddenly there was a shadow in the river, and the whole river was darkened.

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

The fish line in the water caught something, instantly taut.

The old man stood up excitedly, resisting the pressure coming from the fish line.

The water in the river rolls.

Suddenly something turned its head.

It is seen that the black-painted thing looks like watergrass, but it also makes people have a strange sense of eye.

The old man was a little confused, and his hand was relaxed.

Oh, hey!Oh yeah!

The old man was dragged into the river.

As he was in the water, he saw himself surrounded by people standing.

Those people are dressed up in a disgrined manner.They didn’t look at the old man, they just filled the river and headed in one direction.Everyone’s face is a look.

The old man was trapped and could not swim on the river.He was struggling with these bastards.

Inwardly, there is great fear.There is fear of death and there is fear of this strange phenomenon.

He kept huddled around the crowd, holding his breath, but not for long.

There was a bubble in his mouth and he had already drunk water.

The old man seemed to be unconscious and was still struggling instinctively.

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

The old man climbed up the shore.

Looking back, he saw the shadow in the water.

A slight flower could not hinder the old man's sight.This time he saw that the water was densely packed and full of ghosts.

The old man immediately thought of the people outside the city.The flooders who fled from famine . . . heard that there was a plague outside the city . . .

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

The ghosts were holding something and moving forward.

The old man’s fear was suddenly raised.

He could see the face of the thing.his face!

The old man collapsed on the riverbank.

He was wet, but the water flowed down from his body and fell on the soil, leaving no trace.

He is dead.

The old man took a breath.

“Hold on!”I was awakened by the shuny feeling of that moment.

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

“Qiji, are you tired?Have side effects?”The skinny asked.

I looked at him, reached out his hand, and found himself sweating.

“I’m a little tired...”

“Don’t you want to do that today, right?Let me get you back first, right?Anything, tomorrow."The skinny said.

I did not answer.

My mood is messy.

What I saw represented, I already had a hunch.

The time of the flashback, the flashback thing, also represents the reversal of the past...

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

This is ridiculous!

It’s like having chickens or eggs first.This question is probably unsolved.But to put it another way, is there a modern human first, or an ape man first?Anyone can give a positive answer.

What I see reverses this natural law.

First there was the devil king, then there was the rule of the ghost king, and then, before that, the origin of the ghost king, the process of the death of the ghost king...

Just like someone needs to put a ghost king somewhere, he found a ghost, casually arranged what happened in the past to his head, and finally, it became a ghost king with a long history and various legends in the local area!

How is that possible!

A normal, logical situation should be reversed!

Is it wrong for me to understand that what I see is simply a flashback?

Oh, that damn uncle...

That’s how the devil was put in.

When I think about it, my head hurts again.

I saw the antique architecture, and the candles in the room were not very bright.There was a silhouette on the paper window.

In front of me appeared a man in black.He was dressed in his nightly clothes, near the window, thumped, and broke the window.

The windows were broken and there was screaming inside.

I only saw the scene inside the house, and I saw the light of the candle go out.

What happens in the night is short-lived.

On the street, bouncing children sang nursery rhymes.

“The black thief came home, blew out the candle, punctured his father with eleven knives, and stabbed his mother with twelve knives...”

“The sun goes down, light the light.“Black Thief, come home.”

The crowd surrounded me.

I saw the crowd around a table, the nephew holding a large knife, and the man on his knees was the ghost uncle.

The knife was raised high.

The ghost uncle, who was kneeling on the ground and tied the rope, suddenly laughed.

“I’ll be a ghost and I’ll kill you again!”The sun goes down, light the light!“Black thief, come home!”

Hmm!

In the midst of the crowd, the head rolled down at my feet.

I looked at him with his eyes wide, his trembling expression, and looking around again.

The panic of the crowd is not fake.

It was the sipherical hand and the officer who presided over the beheading, and the little man was in a state of fear.

The crowd fled.

I was hit and my body felt nothing.

The man passed through where I was, and as soon as he left, in his full vision, the guillotine was gone and turned into a lake.

A group of people brought a cage made of bamboo to the river.

I can only watch from a distance.

They said something, and then... the bamboo cage was thrown into the water.

I rolled my eyes and saw the figure in the cage.

It's that waterfuck!