Chapter 68 Summer Magic Soul

Insert the key, twist it, and a white light emitted from the headlight. Feng Wuli turned the front of the car and turned away.

Although he can't use spiritual entanglement, it doesn't mean he can't. It's just because he can't use it. He still knows how to operate some simple small spiritual entanglements.

Jiang Nao was involved in the relevant people. If he was still like an ordinary person, he had no ability to protect himself and was too dangerous. He now promised to teach her how to practice and find a method of practice that suits her.

If you want to say who is the most suitable master in the world to be her entry-level master, it is really him.

After all, he actually knows her body more than Jiang Nao herself.

Suddenly a cool breeze blew, carrying moisture, and he realized that he had arrived by the Xiangjiang River.

The Xiangjiang River stretches for a long time, and it paves a river road from school to Xiangzhu.

Maybe it's raining, and the sky is dark tonight, there are not many people by the river, and the atmosphere of the stalls and aunts are no longer there, and the rows of street lights look deserted.

It rained one after another for a month, the Xiangjiang River rose a lot, the river water became much faster, the water level rose more than one meter, and you can see a lot of garbage floating on the river under the faint light at night.

Feng Wuli, who was passing by, saw several young men and women by the river, laughing loudly, fireworks, smoke and light.

There are no stars and moons tonight, they are the only light by the river.

"I'm really interested." He sighed, riding the small battery was about to leave.

"Brother, come here and do you have a favor?"

Suddenly I was called, looked around and determined whether I was calling myself.

"Handsome guy, you're calling you. Come and help take a photo of us?"

Feng Wuli wanted to pay for the handsome guy: "Yes."

He stopped and came to the riverside. There were mostly poles with fireworks burning out, and there were poles that would constantly shine and rotate on the ground. The sticks inserted on the ground sprayed with sparks. Everyone held several poles of fireworks, including blue or orange fires, or crackling fairy sticks. The waves on the riverside surged from time to time, leaving white water foam on the ground when they retreated.

Two men and two women, about the early twenties, were dressed in pretty and fashionable style, and were both young and fleshy.

One of the boys smiled and handed him a wet cell phone.

"Handsome guys take a good shot for us."

Feng Wuli nodded and took it: "I want it."

"Hurry, while everyone's fireworks are not extinguished."

"Stand here."

"Don't burn me."

"Is that OK? Look at the camera."

In the picture, the four people are full of youth, and the fireworks in their hands are difficult to expose. Feng Wuli pressed them for a long time and just captured a picture. The illusory picture focused on the faces of the four people, and everyone was smiling. The fireworks were burning with green smoke, and the flash was flashing white, and the picture was frozen.

Feng Wuli found that he had a talent for photography.

It was shown to the four of them.

"It's a lot of good shots!"

The four of them surrounded themselves and looked at themselves in the photo and praised Feng Wuli's skills.

One of the short girls asked, "Thank you, handsome guy, do you want to put them together? There are still many more that cannot be put out."

This is just a polite approach.

But Feng Wuli seemed to have not realized it, so he said good things.

"Come on, take this and I'll bring it to you."

The girl excitedly brought him a fairy stick, and then the two got together and put the fairy stick in their hands together. The one in Feng Wuli's hand was also ignited.

The ignited fire light instantly illuminated Feng Wuli's face.

The corners of his mouth raised, half of his face was light and half of his shadow, and a burning fire reflected in his eyes.

"It's OK."

"Huho--"

"You're going to die!"

Several people were laughing and making noise. Feng Wuli just chuckled gently, quietly watching the fireworks in his hands burning. The light of the fireworks built a bright place by the river. After adapting to the fireworks, he looked into the distance and felt that there was no light at all.

Looking at the calm Xiangjiang River, it slowly flows eastward, and the small waves left white water foam by the river, unchanging forever.

The boy who just asked him to take a photo came over: "Brother is still in high school, are you?"

Feng Wuli replied, "It's my third year of high school this year."

"It's so hard for the third year of high school!" The girl said, "We are all college, you are one year older, and you are at Junsha University next to you."

"Is that true? I plan to take the entrance exam to Hunan University."

"A master of the school!"

"Aren't you praising yourself?" Another JK girl despised her, and the short girl sucked her with fireworks.

"Come to Hunan University to apply for the exam quickly and post to senior sister!"

Feng Wuli thought they were very interesting to talk. The fireworks in his hand were burning quietly, as if they could burn for a long time.

The short girl said, "The science and engineering major at Xiangda University is good. You are also from Junsha. You can find a job when you come out."

The boy holding the phone also said, "Anyway, I am from Shandong. I will stay in the county sand and not leave in the future, so it will be easy to develop."

"You can't bear to part with your girlfriend! You don't want to have a long-distance relationship!"

"I can't do it. My parents are just my daughter. If they don't go back, they will miss me very much."

"Hehe, my couple hope that I won't bother them. They go on a trip as soon as they are free, and they are always free."

"I went to take the teaching exam for my junior year, and I honestly went back to be a teacher. Don't listen to them. You should be a little crazy after a few years of college. Why do you think so much?" The girl jk disagreed, "You have to leave some memories, right?"

Feng Wuli agrees with her statement.

"But I'll say..."

The boy who hadn't spoken much also spoke;

Everyone, including Feng Wuli, looked at him.

"It's better not to play so crazy, especially when there is heavy flooding in summer, don't get close to the riverside."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fireworks in Feng Wuli's hand also came to an end.

"Shishe—"

The light of the fireworks is gone.

With a sound, the place fell into darkness.

He stood alone by the river, and the waves that surged upwards were almost licking at his feet, and retreating, like a snake snake who was constantly testing his prey.

At night, the river breeze was filled with moisture, and the noise went away in an instant, leaving only the sound of waves on the river.

A few days ago, Junsha News, several college students fell into the water by the Xiang River.

Feng Wuli chuckled and shook his head.

How can we change this way?

He even reminded people not to get close to the river.

Feng Wuli recalled the story that Wang Xilou scared him to not let him go to the riverside when he was a child.

A drowning ghost is transformed by a person who drowned in the water after his death. Only when he finds a substitute can such ghost be free from life.

There was a tailor in Zezhou in the Song Dynasty. One day he was working. Suddenly he saw someone coming from the river and laughing while walking: "I'll be taking over me tomorrow!"

The tailor asked, "Who will take over you?"

The other party replied: "A man who comes from Zhen Ding, carrying an umbrella on his shoulders and carrying a book."

The tailor walked out the door and saw that the man disappeared, and then he realized that the other party was a ghost.

The next day, the tailor stood at the door early, and indeed saw a man coming over, handing the umbrella and book to the tailor for care, and saying that he wanted to take a shower in the river. The tailor asked where the other party came from, and the man said that he would come from Zhending.

The tailor couldn't bear to see the man drowned, so he said, "There is a bathroom in the city. I'll rub your money for you. Go and wash it there." Zhendingren asked the reason for it, and the tailor told him what he saw and heard yesterday. Zhendingren was very grateful and thanked him and left.

At the second update that night, the drowning ghost appeared and threw bricks, tiles and stones at the tailor's house, cursing: "I finally found a replacement, you actually ruined my good deeds! I swear, I must drag you into the water and drown you!"

The next day, the tailor opened the door and saw that the yard was covered with bricks and gravel.

The drowning ghost has been doing such a thing for several days in a row. The tailor is about to move away, but Wang Xilou happened to pass by.

He killed the drowning ghost.

But it is obvious that these four drowning ghosts have no intention of harming others at all.

Maybe it was just bored that he was asked to come over and talk.

"Go away."

Feng Wuli suddenly thought of another "old friend" who broke the rules two months ago. Director Yang asked him to teach him some lessons, and only one of the Yazhai in the bottom of the Xiangjiang River was frozen into an ice sculpture and sank under it for more than two months.

Probably...not dead, right?

After thinking about it, I took out the bracelet from my pocket and put it on my hand, and then put the phone aside.

No one noticed this place when he looked around and found a stone by the river to hold it, and leaped down.

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This story comes from "Continuing the Remaining the Rebellion Volume 2"
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