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After being stunned for two seconds, I turned my head and looked into the water.

The sound of water was rushing, and only the waves were rolling on the dark water. Occasionally, dead branches and leaves emerged and were swept down by the turbid water waves.

Where are the wet heads!

So what did I see under the water just now?

"Water friends, this is no joke. I just saw five corpses under the water. Didn't you all see them?"

The phone was in a sealed bag and was at the bottom of the dark water, so the picture was blurry, so water friends might have misjudged it.

"With so many eyes, how could we all see it wrong at the same time? The dark water inside is quite scary, but I did only see you, the anchor, moving around and jumping around, as if you were possessed by an evil spirit."

"I think the host was hallucinating because he went deep underwater, which caused a lack of oxygen in his brain."

"No, this is not called being possessed by evil spirits. It should be that the dirty things in the water were blinding the eyes and seeing horrific scenes that did not exist. There is another name for this kind of situation, it is called ghosts covering the eyes."

"The person upstairs seems very understanding."

"You're welcome. My grandma is a goddess. I heard her tell stories about this when I was a child. I just understand a little bit."

I didn’t expect that there are knowledgeable people in the audience, so I prefer this water friend’s explanation.

Ghost covering one's eyes is actually a kind of blindness.

Although the pictures they see are not real, it is difficult for people to stay rational when they are extremely frightened, and they often do stupid things and get themselves killed.

Just like me just now, if I accidentally ripped off the oxygen tube in panic, I'm afraid I would have been another corpse in the reservoir.

I am a fan of the authorities, and when I heard what this water friend named Cai Niang’s little mushroom told me, I suddenly understood.

A ghost covering one's eyes is similar to a ghost breaking a wall. It's actually very easy to crack. The simplest method is to use child urine, but I don't have such a thing for a long time.

Then there is only one other way to use.

There are three drops of pure yang essence and blood in men, one on the tip of the middle finger, the tip of the tongue and the heart. Any one of these drops has a restraining effect on yin and evil things.

Of course, women don’t, because women are Yin.

The best thing to take is blood from the middle finger, or blood from the tip of the tongue. However, after using it, the yang energy will weaken and you may be unlucky for a while.

But compared to disappearing from this world, a few unlucky days are simply nothing.

I had an idea and had almost rested, so I was ready to go into the water again.

After standing up and stretching my limbs, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright light moving downstream of the dam.

The faint light is particularly conspicuous in the endless darkness.

I squinted my eyes and took a closer look. It turned out to be a man walking towards the dam with a flashlight.

Who would come to such a ghost place in the middle of the night?

We can’t let another one rush to death!

After my last experience at the coffin shop, I was instinctively alert and did not rush into the water. I stayed in the pavilion and waited for the man to arrive.

The light came closer and closer, and climbed the stone stairs to the dam.

He was a man in his thirties, wearing very ordinary clothes. His feet were covered in muddy black rain boots. He held a flashlight in one hand and a black plastic bag in the other.

"Are you a human or a ghost? Why are you on the dam at night?" The man stood outside the pavilion, shining his flashlight at me, and his tone was very wary.

"Of course I am a human being. Who are you? Why are you here at night?" Dao Zai hid behind his back. I pointed my cell phone in the live broadcast room at him and asked him calmly.

In the picture, everything about him is normal.

"I came to see my wife, what are you doing here?" The man glanced at the shadow at my feet and seemed to feel more relieved. He walked into the pavilion and looked at me strangely.

"Your wife?" My heart skipped a beat.

"Three years ago, my wife fell into the reservoir and drowned. I came to worship her." The man sighed.

"Little brother, this is not a good place. No one dares to run here during the day, let alone at night. Are you here to pay homage to your relatives too?"

"No, actually I'm a horror novelist and I'm here to collect materials." I used the excuse I used last time.

"You people who write books are so diligent?"

"This is not only for life, but mainly for the readers. After all, only by experiencing horror personally can I write the most realistic feeling."

"The anchor is shameless!"

"You're telling lies right away without blushing at all!"

"Anchor, I have deep doubts about your character."

The water friends made all sorts of noises, but I pretended not to notice.

The man had an incomprehensible expression, shook his head, put the flashlight on the chair in the pavilion, and took out the incense burner and the scented wax paper money from the black plastic bag.

The fragrant wax was lit and inserted into the incense burner. The man grabbed a handful of yellow paper and sprinkled it on the dark water.

"Daughter-in-law, I'm here to see you."

"How are you doing down there? I dreamed that you were cold to me again."

With a sad expression on his face, the man took out a set of paper clothes from a plastic bag and lit it on a candle.

That paper dress turned out to be the style of a bright red wedding dress!

My brows twitched.

"Brother, can I take the liberty to ask? In everyday life, red is taboo. Why would you burn such a bright red paper coat?"

The man glanced at me. Under the flickering candlelight, his face looked particularly three-dimensional.

This man was dressed like a farmer, but he looked very handsome. His unshaven appearance did not look slovenly, but gave him a sense of vicissitudes of life.

Maybe it's like what is said on the Internet, whether a person is handsome or not has nothing to do with what he wears.

"Because my wife died on the day we got married." The man was silent for a while before answering in a low voice.

"Accidentally fell into the water on the wedding day?" I opened my eyes wide. Could it be that his wife is the bride I am looking for?

The man's eyes became more sad and he nodded.

The paper clothes slowly turned into ashes, and the river breeze blew, and the black ashes scattered everywhere.

The man didn't care about the wet rain and sat directly on the edge of the pavilion, staring at the dark water in trance.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask about your sadness." I took out the cigarette case from my backpack and gave him a cigarette.

The distance between smokers is very close.

"It's okay." The man slowly blew out a smoke ring and smiled bitterly, "It was all three years ago. I will come over to see her when I miss her."

Three years ago, the bride fell into the water on her wedding day

"Brother, you didn't build this reservoir, did you?" I asked my guess.

"How do you know?" The man was surprised.

"I guess, I heard people in the countryside talk about some things about the reservoir."

"People in Xiangba just like to chew their tongues." The man looked helpless, "But there is indeed something wrong with the Feng Shui here. I didn't listen to the old man's advice and insisted on building the reservoir. I have already suffered retribution. Now I feel regretful. It’s no use either.”

The man's face was full of remorse and regret.

I became even more confused. Since he knew the dangers of the reservoir, why didn't he come to worship during the day and instead chose to take risks at night?