Located in Luojiawan, the upper reaches of Jiulong River.

This place is about 40 kilometers away from the city, and there are few people in the past. In addition, the cruise ship tragedy that occurred twenty years ago has been described as unknown, so the ecological environment here is better than the middle and lower reaches of Jiulong River near the sea.

Zhang Jiao walked on the old embankment by the river, with weeds growing under his feet mixed with wild flowers, and the sound of insects and frogs screaming endlessly.

But whenever he walked past a place, countless snakes, insects, rats and ants emerged from the caves in the grass and fled quickly, as if they had encountered some natural enemy.

He didn't care much. Looking at Jiulong River, the blood color in his eyes spread out twelve big characters representing the twelve earthly branches, Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, Hai.

The handwriting in his eyes kept changing. He looked at the scenery on the lake, corresponding to the direction in front of him, and constantly searched for the possible realistic places of the Fengdu Ghost City.

After Lin Boying learned that Fengdu Ghost City might be here, Zhang Jiao rushed over immediately and searched for the edge of Luojia Bay these days.

However, the river is vast and relying on other people's power to find a needle in a haystack, he had no choice but to use the ability of Bixian to write spirits and divine, and compared the terrain to guess where Fengdu might appear.

The river is wide and sparkling, and a large number of water birds float on the water. From time to time, they lowered their heads, picked up a silver scale from the river, tilted their heads and swallowed them, making excitemental chirpings.

Zhang Jiao was parading up the riverside, with the vast river in his eyes. For a moment, the depression in his chest seemed to be much lighter, and there was a little more anger on his lifeless face.

The scorching sun is in the sky, and the scorching sun is shrouded in the sun.

There is a little bit of dry and hot air on the riverside. In addition, the weeds on both sides are lush and the humidity is heavy. The heat is even more stuffy under the steaming heat.

Zhang Jiao seemed to be unaware, and his whole body seemed to be unaffected. He walked along the river embankment mechanically. From a distance, he could hear the roar of motorcycles mixed with low curses.

He looked up and saw two motorcycles slowly riding past the dirt road in front of the bank.

The two motorcycles were riding about thirty years old, with round faces and slightly fat, and a gentle look. But they didn't look very good now. Not only did they have a lot of mud and weeds covered in broken branches, their faces were red and swollen, and they looked like they were beaten up.

"Damn it, why don't these turtle grandchildren die? A bunch of turtle grandchildren, is it all him?

The guy who should go out was hit and killed by a car." The man who was riding first cursed all the way, cursing wildly, obviously very angry.

"Okay, Lao Xu, don't be angry. I'm not unlucky when I went out and didn't watch the almanac. Don't attract those guys. This wilderness is really sunk, but no one knows that the river is so heavy. Just pretend that he was punched twice by a drunken man. It doesn't matter."

Another man next to him kept persuading him, and he turned his head carefully and looked back, fearing that there would be someone behind him.

"Are I angry that I was beaten? I fucking angry that I broke my pole. These young and dandy guys who were suffering from plague, just let it go, why do you break my pole? Do you know how much my pole cost?"

"All one thousand eight hundred mosquitoes! In order to save this money, I haven't played cards or bets for more than two years. I've been calculating at home every day, and I'm afraid that my wife will find the place where I hide money. Do you think it's easy for me?"

"And my nesting ingredients, the recipe I finally got from A Ban's hand. I prepared it for almost a week. I just scored it today and hadn't even thrown it..."

The man who was leading the way vented his grievances, and his face was full of bruises revealed a desperate despair.

But when they saw Zhang Jiao walking not far away, they immediately closed their mouths, clamped the accelerator on their hands, and drove quickly past him from a distance.

Zhang Jiao glanced at the fishing rods, fish guards and other fishing supplies placed in the two fishing masters' cars, and continued to walk forward, not caring about the young and dandy who might be in front of them.

He can only find the place where Fengdu Ghost City appears, and complete the task first

This idea.

Zhang Jiao felt that he was really unable to hold on. If he hadn't had some thoughts in his heart that he might have solved his problems after completing the task, he would have given up long ago.

During these five or six days, he didn't even dare to sniff for a while, for fear that he would not wake up after closing his eyes.

So, let alone the young and dandy guys ahead, it is the dragon and tiger den, and you have to walk on it.

The sun shines, and the river is full of rugged waves. From time to time, a few fish jump out of the water. The scales on their bodies reflect layers of light like mirrors.

This is indeed a good place to fish.

Zhang Jiao walked by the river as if he was slow and fast. The blood-colored words representing the twelve earthly branches in his left eye were constantly changing, while the right eye was closed tightly, so that the Bixian would take the opportunity to cause trouble for himself.

After walking for more than ten miles, an off-road vehicle and three small breads appeared in front of him. Not far ahead, there were about twenty-something fierce and fierce man with a fat face dispersed from a distance with the two people on the riverside as the center. He was whispering and hiding casually, and occasionally picked up a thin piece of stone from the side of the road to float on the river.

"Barmaster, this is the good place you said." The big man surrounded by a crowd looked at the lake, Yimo's head, who had just shaved into blue skin, asked in confusion.

He looked at the place all the time, but he couldn't see anything special about it.

The bat master laughed twice like an old crow, stretched out his skinny fingers from under his black robe, pointed to the river to the green robe and asked, "Master Ding, do you know what happened in this place?"

Before Qingpi could speak, he asked and answered, "This is the place where the Jianglun ship crashed twenty years ago. More than 400 people fed fish and shrimp here, otherwise the fish here would not have grown so big."

"Don't you think standing here is a little colder than other places?"

The bat master's tone was so sarcastic that even the green skin felt that the place was much colder.

He instinctively touched the two exposed big flower arms, feeling a little cold, "What's the good place? Batmaster, what do you mean?"

As he spoke, Qingpi's tone was already a little unhappy, and he looked at the guy in Daxia in front of him, and he was already a little fierce.

The bat master smiled and didn't care about the threat in his tone. He directly explained, "Didn't Mr. Ding ask me to help you find a good place? This is the best place for you. The old man may suffer a little after his death, but you will be able to reach the sky in one step, and shine the ancestors with glory!"

Qingpi suddenly felt a little interested when she heard this and asked hurriedly, "Why is this?"

The batman smiled complacently, touched the goatee on his chin, and explained.

"This place is indeed a dead land for ordinary people, but for you, Ding Ye, you are different. You are a gangster and a gangster. The more fierce this place is, the better it is for you."

"You were born on the fifth day of the first lunar month, and the four pillars of the eight characters lost their neutrality. The day master's own stem and five elements are too strong, and he is born with a strong natal life. This is what the saying goes, the fate is hard, so you have died with a big brother in the past ten years, but you can often escape from death, and instead become a big boss in the hall."

When Qingpi heard this, his greasy face was full of joy. He touched his head habitually and hummed with snorting complacently, "That's right, our old Chen is a tough life. Back then, he dared to chop off people from the streets of Dexing Society alone. If it weren't a try, he would have been cut into mud."

The bat master didn't interrupt. After he finished speaking with his own boast, he continued, "

But this is the only fate of your life. The master in the south corner is probably your limit. If you want to go further, it will be impossible. But if you do what I said, seal the old man's coffin at the bottom of the river, I will make another formation to turn evil into auspiciousness to help you change your fortune. Maybe you may not have the chance to sit in the leading position of Donghongmen."

Qingpi's eyes lit up when she heard this, and the breath at the tip of her nose became a little thicker. He said with red eyes, "Really? Can I be the leader if I bury my old beans at the bottom of the river?"

The bat master nodded silently and whispered, "But if Ling Zun was buried at the bottom of the river, he might not be able to live in peace after his death."

Qingpi's eyes flashed with a sharp look when he heard this, and a fierce smile appeared on the flesh on his face.

"I, Laodou, have eaten and drunk mine over the years, so I asked him to help me, this son. I think he is willing to come."

As he said that, he thought about pulling out the oxygen tube when he went back, which would save hundreds of treatment expenses every day and make him make some contributions to his son as soon as possible.

Since he made up his mind, Qingpi immediately said to the bat master next to him, "Then please help me take a good look."

The bat master quickly responded, but at this moment, the little brothers who had dispersed from afar found Zhang Jiao walking straight over, and someone immediately walked over cursingly.

"Oh, get away, don't you see anyone here?"

Zhang Jiao walked over straight and several younger brothers greeted him. "Are you blind or deaf? Haven't you heard what I said?"

As he said that, the leader's younger brother was about to slap him.

But before he could get down, Zhang Jiao turned his head and stared at him. In his left eye, the blood-colored words representing the earthly branches were constantly changing, and finally condensed together, pointing to the river front.

"You discovered the place where the ghost city Fengdu appeared, and once the mission is completed."

Zhang Jiao listened to the sound coming from his ears, and a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He turned around and walked straight to the river.
Chapter completed!