"Your eyes were a little strange tonight. What? Are you going to have a way out?"

The burly and strong man drank a big gulp and said indifferently.

Let him have a way out?

Gao Ning said calmly: "Can't you block your mouth when drinking?"

He pretended to be stupid for a moment, then laughed loudly, tears of laughter came out. He suddenly threw the wine pot to the ground and kicked the small stove away.

"Old Huo, Lao Huo! You have been in a stalemate with me for more than twenty years. Seeing that I was about to lose my soul, you actually got on the verge of the way.

If I had known this, why would I have abandoned my official position and come to this vengeful soul stream to be a shipkeeper, and abandon me and ignore Xiaoyao for twenty years? "Wouldn't it be better to fall in love with me?"

The burly man suddenly stared at Gao Ning coldly, and his body emitted a cold aura.

"Tell me, where did you come out of the lonely ghost, dare to run to the Forbidden Soul Creek to cause trouble. Are you impatient to live? Where is Lao Huo?"

"Who is Lao Huo?"

Gao Ning asked curiously.

The burly man snorted coldly: "There are only Lao Qiao and Lao Huo on the Stream of Injustice! I am Lao Qiao, who do you think is Lao Huo?"

As he spoke, the burly man stretched out a steel knife as soon as he turned his hand.

The knife was ragged and rusty, as if it was eaten by insects. It seemed that with just one force, the blade would turn into pieces like a rotten wood.

Only on the sharp blade is left with half a wide cold steel. Under the moonlight, the narrow blade reflects a cold light.

"Let's do it slowly!"

Gao Ning said: "Why is it called Anghunxi here? Don't you think this name is very ugly?"

Unexpectedly, Lao Qiao stopped talking and slashed him head-on.

Although this guy is a water ghost, his skin is so pale and his limbs look a little bloated, his speed is still very fast.

Gao Ning felt a flash in front of her eyes, and she thought of retreating and dodging in her heart, but her body felt very slow after realizing it.

Before my heel was lifted, the blade had already scratched the neck.

A head soared into the sky, and blood scattered like a fountain.

Gao Ning felt that his feet suddenly rose. Before he could feel pain, he suddenly saw Lao Qiao and was stunned for a moment.

He threw away the steel knife with a bang, and was weak all over. He knelt on the ground, staring at Gao Ning's headless corpse in a daze.

"Old Huo? Why do you say to you? Don't you never speak?"

The next moment, Gao Ning's eyes turned dark, as if he had returned to the abyss of darkness again, falling downwards.

A few seconds later, my eyes suddenly became clear.

The moon is in the sky, the streams, lakes, boats on the river.

Is this back to the beginning?

Gao Ning glanced at the young man in front of him, turned his head and took a photo to the water. Sure enough, what was shot was still the old face.

So death actually means starting over?

For ordinary people, life-seeking dreams are still the most terrifying thing.

This thing is irregular, and the rules of each dream are different. The characters played are random, and there is no pre-information.

Therefore, the survival rate of dreams should be very low.

But this is not the case for Gao Ning.

The consciousness introduced into the second level of dreams is not stronger than that of others, but the body is extremely strong.

The death that occurred in the dream was not recognized by the physical body at all, and the reappearance of the system after breaking the cognitive impairment also gave Gao Ning a further advantage.

He will never be confused by dreams!

This is particularly important!

But before entering the dream, where is the darkness that is as if it was falling into an abyss?

I remember when I broke the dream and went out last time, I didn’t notice any abnormalities.

Could it be that the darkness is the evil place that truly absorbs the soul?

Gao Ning was thinking about it here, and a pale hand grabbed the boat gang with a sudden rush on the water.

Gao Ning's heart moved, slowly lowered the wine bowl in his hand, and raised his head slightly.

Sure enough, another pale palm appeared again, and both hands supported a slightly swollen upper body.

Lao Qiao raised his legs and jumped to the boat neatly. A large amount of water stains rolled down his clothes, and soon soaked a large piece of wooden board.

This time, Gao Ning did not stretch the bamboo pole, and Lao Qiao seemed to be a little more calm and familiar than before.

He strode over, raised his hand and grabbed the wine jar on the small stove as he did last time, and took a big mouthful of it regardless of the hot smoke inside.

"Ha, it's great! The only thing Lao Huo has to do with my heart in the past twenty years is this pot of wine!"

Gao Ning raised his head and looked calm.

He didn't say anything, Lao Qiao seemed to be used to it and said to himself: "Although this is blood wine, I can't leave you as long as I drink it, I still want to praise you, this wine is so well prepared!"

Do I want to speak?

Gao Ning was a little confused.

Just talk, it will most likely be exposed, but you can collect more information.

If you don’t talk, who knows where Lao Qiao’s rash talks will turn the topic?

One day, Lao Qiao suddenly said, "Tomorrow is my time again. It's been twenty years, twenty full opportunities, tomorrow should be the last one.

If I can't catch the scapegoat, it will really disappear!

It's been twenty years, and you haven't been a good official for a whole decade, and you'll run to the Forbidden Soul Creek to be a ferry. For this reason, you should be waiting for this day, right?"

Old Qiao glanced at Gao Ning and said, "At noon tomorrow, a pregnant woman will take care of her child. Pay attention to it. If you make a mistake at the last moment and waste your hard work for twenty years, even I will look down on you!"

After saying that, Lao Qiao was about to jump down the boat.

"etc!"

Gao Ning spoke directly: "Why is it called the Angry Soul Creek here?"

Although there is no reason, Gao Ning instinctively feels that there is a key information hidden behind the name.

Old Qiao was silent for a moment, stared at Gao Ning with a sharp look, and suddenly sneered, and the ragged steel knife was pulled out again.

"The Story of the Injured Soul Creek is naturally a place where the Injured Souls live. I also ask this question. It seems that you are a little devil who is a newcomer and doesn't understand any rules!"

"There are rules for being a ghost?"

"No rules cannot be achieved in a circle. Everything you do must be done in a regular way. For example, even if there are many water ghosts on the surface of the river, the ferryman cannot move. This is the rule!

And those who break the rules will be killed regardless of whether they are humans or demons!"

Old Qiao carried the steel knife on his shoulder, looked at Gao Ning condescendingly, and said lightly: "And now you are a person who is bad at the rules!"

Seeing him strode towards him, Gao Ning didn't even have any moves of resistance.

He was still sitting steadily by the stove, staring at the flames calmly, jumping up and down.

"You can wait for a while before calculating the rules. Now you have to tell me why this place is called the Unjust Soul Creek?"

"So what can I do if I know? Go to die honestly!"

Lao Qiao does not play according to the routine.

Without any resistance, Gao Ning rushed into the sky again.

Old Qiao looked up at the sky with passion and fell to the ground blankly: "Old Huo? This..."

Gao Ning's eyes darkened again, and all the sounds disappeared.
Chapter completed!