"Master Jiang, we found the thing, what should we do next?"

While I was talking, I glanced at the rolling black water.

It's about ten meters away from us.

It is continuously infected from downstream.

Mr. Jiang stood on the bow of the boat with his hands still closed.

He whispered from time to time, and the handprints he formed were still trembling.

It should be a practice.

But neither Lao Mo nor I can understand it at the moment.

Mr. Jiang glanced at the two of us and said:

"As soon as the boat moves, you scatter a handful of the ashes in the river.

That evil spirit will follow us..."

Master Jiang just finished speaking.

There was a "thump" in my heart.

With a horrified look on his face, he looked at the black cloth bag in his hand.

"A hundred, a hundred dark grays?
Chapter completed!