There are two kinds of successful people in this world, the former is like Ma Chengfeng, who has real skills and relies on real guys to eat, and is not afraid of not finding a way to live. There is also a kind of water rat, which has a mouth that can speak well, and only needs to coax the master to obey.

Both types of people are at risk, but comparatively speaking, people like water rats sit back and enjoy the benefits, and the risks are lower. Ma Chengfeng is more likely to attract hatred because of his ability to stand out from the crowd.

As the sun sets, the 'waves' on the Hanshui River are sparkling, and Ma Chengfeng looks at the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and his heart rises and falls. Even if you hide thousands of miles away, you still can't escape the bloody rivers and lakes, and you still come when you should come. I'm afraid my vacation is coming to an end!

"Yo, why is it so 'yin' ahead?" The water mouse said with his right hand covering the golden afterglow above his head, looking at the other side of the river in the distance.

If the boat goes further, it will be the waters of Lingzhou, and it is not far from Hanling Mountain on the other side. I saw that the weather was still sunny just now, and when I arrived at Hanling Mountain, a large thick black cloud suddenly appeared, and the black cloud covered the top of Hanling Mountain. The thunder was rolling in the Hanling Mountain, flying sand and rocks, as if it was exactly the same as when the river god eyes were dug up a few days ago.

"Dock!" Ma Chengfeng ordered the water rat to say.

The electric tug boat docked, and the three of them pushed Jia Er and hurriedly ran to the river temple on the halfway of Hanling Mountain.

Jia Er muttered endlessly, saying that this is the river god master who wants to punish the Jia family, if the Jia family does not die, the entire Lingzhou City will be flooded.

"We have to prepare for the worst, I'm afraid the blind man has miscalculated." While running Chang Xiaoman said to him.

"It's not that the blind man miscalculated, but he doesn't know what Jia Laohan signed a contract with, if it is a river god, it will be easy to do, then that thing is obviously not a good kind, how can he let go of this father and son in vain?"

Halfway up the mountainside, lightning streaked across the sky and slashed left and right at the ruins of the River Temple. In the temple, the old blind man stood in the middle, and the dead coins were ignited from his hand, and then blown into the air. The wind blew the two hairs that were not much on the 'door' of his head.

Next to him was Jia Laohan, who was kneeling in front of the stone statue of the river god, Jia Laohan was holding a knife in his left hand, blood was dripping on his right hand, and three fingers had already fallen in front of his feet. Jia Laohan endured the severe pain, and kept kowtowing to the river god statue like pounding garlic.

"Lord River God, please take back the contract, I won't do it! Never again! Get around my son! Take me away if you want to! He said with a cry and a howl.

"Cry fart, come, give me your hand!" The old blind man dragged his bloodied right hand and quickly wrote a string of ancient forbidden spells on a piece of yellow paper.

The yellow paper was lit, put it in the water and wine, and he ordered Jia Laohan to drink the talisman water. "Drink it, even if you drink this contract, you can save the 'life' of your family of three with only three fingers, it's worth it!"

Jia Laohan drank it all down, and then smashed the cup heavily.

"Daddy! What's wrong with you, Dad? Dad, let's go to the hospital! "How can there be so many unfilial sons in the world? Jia Er saw his father's hands covered with blood from a distance, and rushed up to hug his father and wept bitterly.

"Dick? You're back? It's good to be back, it's good to be back! As long as you come back, Dad, don't say three fingers, even if it's Dad's life, what's the matter? Father and son hugged each other and cried.

Although this disaster was all caused by the greed of their father and son, they deserved it, but seeing this warm scene now, Ma Chengfeng did not blame them, everyone wanted to live a good life. Isn't it the easiest way to steal the wealth you want is also the means to steal the 'door' of the heroes?

Thunder was rolling in the sky, and seeing the rain coming, large stones were swept up by the wind and frantically smashed towards the ruins of the ancient temple.

"Blind, how can this be? Hasn't the contract been torn up? Ma Chengfeng threw down the old blind man, dodged the fist-sized stone, and asked him.

The old blind man told him that this "asking ghosts" is an evil art, which belongs to the 'exchange' between the living and the dead, and in our northeast, asking ghosts is often used in shamanic witchcraft, which is the upper body of the gods that we often see in the countryside. In fact, most of the shamans are not gods, but just lonely souls and wild ghosts nearby, and it is much easier to 'exchange' with ghosts and gods, and those lonely souls and wild ghosts wander in the world to the extreme, even if they tear up the contract at any time, it will be useful to give some incense.

"Maybe I've thought about the realm of Lingzhou simply, could it be that he really signed a contract with the river god? Hum...... I don't believe that there really is any river god, even if it is the iron-headed dragon king in the Yellow River, isn't he just a big fish? The old blind man was also puzzled in his heart.

It stands to reason that regardless of whether this contract was signed by Jia Laohan with a ghost or a 'spirit' monster, it is very simple to tear up the contract, he has already paid the price of three fingers, and there is such a medium as the old blind man in the middle as proof. But looking at this posture in the sky, thunderstorms all over the sky, this is all about to attract heavenly damnation!

In the traditional concept of the Chinese, the one who masters the rivers, lakes and seas is the dragon king. Only the Dragon Lord is able to swallow clouds and spit fog in the sky to carry out precipitation orders. The Dragon King is a water god, and it is not something that can be seen by a mere mortal with a little trick.

If it weren't for a real dragon, what else would have such mana to attract a catastrophe?

"Boy, the old man asks you, what did you encounter in that place this time? Tell me quickly. The old blind man seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly urged him to ask.

Ma Chengfeng didn't dare to hide it, and simply said this trip, all of which were handled as the old blind man ordered, and there was nothing wrong with it!

"Fishskin coffins? There's still a 'woman' wrapped in it? Hiss...... Does she have scales on her? ”

"Yes, when her body came out of the water, she gave birth to a layer of fish scales, and there seemed to be fins on the back of her back."

The old blind man nodded and said that the old man probably understood what she was. This matter is easy to deal with, but if it is not easy to handle, it will be difficult to reach the sky!

"How?"

"Simple...... You let your fox give other people's eyes back. ”

Ma Chengfeng looked back at Hu Xiaoci, who was so frightened that he covered his stomach with his hands and hid behind Chang Xiaoman. This thing must be a treasure, they are all landlubbers, and it is inevitable that they will encounter evil toys in the water in the future, and Hu Xiaoci can also help when the time comes.

"Is there any other way? You haven't said what the hell is that? How can you be buried under that ** for so many years and still alive? Ma Chengfeng was also shocked into a cold sweat when he saw the angry thunder in the sky slashing under their feet one by one.

In the black clouds overhead, in addition to the muffled thunder flickering in it, there seemed to be some kind of behemoth swimming in it, it appeared and disappeared from time to time, and it was difficult to capture it visually for a while.