The 51st Generation Ancestor

  This night was just an ordinary night in most people's eyes. But at the police station, almost everyone had a sleepless night.

  Because that zombie piqued everyone's curiosity.

  The next morning, Du Sulin called Fang Feng to go to the place where the body was salvaged. The identity of the deceased has not been determined so far, and Du Sulin remembered seeing the ghost of the deceased by the river. Maybe coming to take a look will make some discoveries, of course, on the condition that the female ghost has not left. The Fei Yun River is so big, it's really not an easy task to find a ghost.

  It soon proved that things were not so simple after all. Because the female ghost was no longer staying in this place.

  "How did she leave so quickly......" Beside Du Siling, Fangfeng stretched a lazy waist, with a lazy look. Early in the morning, he was woken up by Du Siling, and Fangfeng was still in the transition period.

  Riverbank path, many people exercising in the morning, old men practicing Tai Chi, young people jogging slowly, children playing with kites, fresh air makes one breathe deeply.

  She recalled yesterday's scene and thought: "I think she seemed like she had something to say, and shouldn't have left too far away."

  "Really?" Fang Feng raised his eyelids and let out another yawn. "You're not going swimming to find him, are you..."

  Du Sulin smiled, his hands clasped behind his back, and gazed out at the calm waters of the river.

  "It's not that troublesome." She seemed confident, "It's just unknown whether the method is as effective as written in books." In the end, she hesitated again in her heart.

  "So you have a good way?" Du Siling added another sentence in her heart, but seeing Du Siling's confident expression, she thought that everything was under control.

  "It should be a good way..." Du Sulin said.

  All that can be seen is her pinching a half-blooming lotus flower, closing her eyes and muttering something in her mouth. As her hands changed, the ordinary human eye couldn't see it, but Fang Feng could see clearly. The river water was calm at first, then rolled up a little bubble, from far to near, finally appearing an old man with a body full of river water color. When he said that his whole body was in the color of the river water, this statement is not false, because if it wasn't for the bright eyes, it would really be invisible from the river water.

  Isn't this what they call protective coloration in biology? Feng whispered a sentence in his heart.

  "Was it you who called me?" The old man stood with the waves of the river water surging beneath his feet, and if not for the fact that he had no aura of an immortal, he might have been mistaken for a river god or some such being.

  But when the old man spoke, Feng was startled and almost fell to the ground. Although he looked like an old man, his voice was sharp and delicate, like that of a young woman. If it were just his voice, Feng would have thought he was a beautiful woman. At this moment, she secretly thanked herself for not being a voice controller.

  "Yes." Duslin's reply was brief but powerful, with the dignity that a Yin-Yang Tian Shi family should have.

  "What is it that you're calling me for?" Seeing the old man's attitude, he also seemed to be in a high position as usual, his words were polite but without a hint of humility.

  "A few days ago, did a female ghost appear in the river? Yesterday, she was lingering around this place." Du Si Lin asked, but in fact, she only had a glimmer of hope. After all, with a Flying Cloud River so vast, who knows how many new female ghosts have appeared in recent days.

  The old man listened, his expression changed slightly between his eyebrows, but in the end he still gave Du Siling a simple reply: "I don't know."

  That subtle change in his expression was caught by Du Sulin, who sneered inwardly, but wore a warm smile on her face. If someone didn't know her usual demeanor, they might think Du Sulin was an easy pushover. Only Fang Feng knew that after being with Xiao Qingzhu for so long, Du Sulin had also been influenced, and the more sunny her appearance, the more calculations she made in her heart.

  "At this moment, you know or don't know, I won't pursue it, however," Du Sulin paused for a moment, her originally gentle tone suddenly becoming stern, "an hour later I'll come ask you again, you must tell me what you know. Otherwise..." As soon as she finished speaking, a dragon-shaped figure gathered behind her, its copper bell-sized eyes staring at the old man who was indistinguishable from the river water, with a hint of chill flashing across."

  "You... you are..." The old man's expression, which had been as dull as oil and rice, finally changed, staring at the Divine Dragon behind Du Si Lin in shock.

  "The seventeenth generation descendant of the Du family, Taiguang." Du Silin replied calmly.

  "It turned out to be a descendant of the Du family." The old man finally lowered his head, and the waves under his feet also fell by several positions. "No wonder you can use this summoning method." He had an expression of sudden understanding, "Keep moving forward, at 5,000 meters, you will find the person you are looking for." He raised his hand to point out the direction for Du Silin, and finally bowed his hands to her, "Is there anything else I can do?" Although he still didn't have a humble attitude, compared to his previous arrogance, it was much better.

  "You go." Du Sulin waved her hand, and the spiritual power behind her returned to her body.

  "Yes." The old man nodded and the waves gradually subsided. He fell back into the river and disappeared in an instant.

  "What is this..." Fang Feng was stunned for a few seconds before finally speaking.

  "The book says it's a gathering of many water ghosts, between the realm of monsters and ghosts...” She searched her mind for a moment before continuing, “Creatures.”

  "No wonder..." Fengfeng suddenly realized, no wonder he had the appearance of an old man but a young woman's voice. If it was many water ghosts pieced together, it wouldn't be strange at all. "But is this your first time summoning such... creatures?" Fengfeng suddenly understood why Dusilin hesitated before saying the word "creatures". Because he really didn't know what noun to use to describe that kind of existence. You couldn't just say thing... He wasn't a thing either... It wasn't something you could say... Fengfeng's mind was suddenly in turmoil.

  "I also saw it in the notes left by our ancestors before, and I just recited the incantation wrong several times..." Du Siling said in a low voice.

  No wonder you've been studying for so long... Fang Feng thought to himself.

  "That ancestor seemed to have not only walked the traditional old path, but also practiced many miscellaneous and heterodox methods, at that time was called a heretic. Du Slin recalled that the ancestor was the tenth generation master, nowadays the puppet-making method of the Du family is also left by her, as well as various strange summoning techniques, the summoned creatures are all sorts of... beings that exist between the six paths."

  "I've heard of this before." Feng nodded, sometimes deviating from the norm isn't necessarily a bad thing. Following rules and conventions can often hinder one's development and bury their potential under unfortunate circumstances.

  Following the direction of the old man's finger, he walked for five thousand meters, but Du Sulin still didn't see the shadow of that female ghost.

  "She should be around here..." Fengfeng said. In terms of sensing ghosts, Fengfeng was more sensitive than Dustlin. After all, they were of the same kind, although not in the same way of death.

  "Then let's wait here." Du Sulin said, taking a few steps down to the riverbank platform, patting the dust off the platform, and sat down.

  "You're really a model of modern guarding the tree stump...". Fang Feng retorted, but it didn't stop Du Si Lin's guarding the tree stump, which always yielded results.

  One hour, two hours...

  "It's almost lunchtime, why hasn't she come out yet..." Fangfeng looked up at the sun hanging in the sky, and it was still so big and hot at this time, making people wonder if the greenhouse effect had worsened.

  "It's now the time when yang energy is at its strongest, I think I'll wait a bit longer." Du Slin was also helpless, but the water ghost's yin energy was particularly heavy, so she was more afraid of the noon sun than ordinary ghosts. Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen to come out in the early morning, but unexpectedly this ghost had quite a lot of patience, waiting for several hours, and Du Slin could feel her approaching and leaving several times.

  Originally, Du Sulin's pure Yang energy was the greatest restraint on ghosts, but she recently discovered that after becoming a zombie, this restraint had actually decreased. One positive and one negative, one yin and one yang neutralize each other, so the ancients said, "What is gained must be lost", it's not nonsense.

  "Two of you... are you going to crouch here and eat lunch or find a small table to sit and eat?" The silvery voice, with its quick rhythm, made one feel refreshed and at ease upon hearing it. Who else could it be but Jing Ji?

  The two of them turned their heads and looked back, and Jing Ji waved the two silver lunchboxes in his hand like a treasure.

  "Let's just... wait a bit longer." Duslin replied reflexively as soon as she saw the lunchbox. She could vividly imagine her home's kitchen without even closing her eyes. The only thing she wasn't sure about was whether there were any safety hazards, like that one time when Jingji finished cooking and the kitchen exploded three hours later...

  "If we leave now, something might happen......" Fang Feng said with a smile, getting up quickly to take the lunchbox from Jing Ji's hand.

  "That's right, then you can just eat here. I spent the whole morning on lunch for the two of you!" Jing Jie said with a pout.

  Du Sulin covered her face with one hand, blocking her extremely entangled expression. She was about to suspect that this was not the same nine-colored snake who had defied thunder and lightning with her body, that strong woman who had not retreated in the face of death and wanted to defy heaven. But the fact told her that Jing Jie was indeed that woman whom even she had admired a little. It's just that when Fang Feng was around, she acted like a child, throwing tantrums and being willful. And when Fang Feng wasn't around, she was stronger than anyone else.

  "Tai Guang......" Jing Jie smiled and handed the lunchbox to Du Si Lin, her smile was almost nauseating.

  "I... I'm not very hungry..." Du Sulin forced a smile, "Fang Feng said she was hungry a long time ago, and I think that one serving won't be enough for her, so let's leave this one for her..."

  "Is it delicious?" Jing Ji glanced at Fang Feng, who was originally eating slowly, and immediately began to gobble down his food, nodding repeatedly as he said "Delicious...! Delicious...!"

  Listening to Fang Feng's "delicious" words that sounded like crying, Du Si Lin had the heart to jump into the river.

  "Tai Guang...... Guang Guang...... Xiao Guang Guang...... Tai Guang Guang......" Jing Jie once again used that move with a hundred shots, a hundred hits, no misses - "Sa Jiao!"

  Du Sulin wanted to say that even the little guy at home, Du Qinglian, nicknamed Dan Dan, didn't throw a tantrum and knew how to act cute, so why did this centuries-old Jing Jie still not have this awareness.

  "Douslin! Are you going to eat or not?! If you don't, I'll tell Qingzhu that you're not eating!" Jingji saw that her usual trick, which never failed on Fangfeng, wasn't working on Douslin, so she quickly changed tactics. With a "whoosh", she stood up and loudly said, but the decibel was too high, causing passersby to turn their heads in surprise.

  "Eat!" Duslin gritted his teeth.

  "Something's up!" Fengfeng suddenly said, taking advantage of Jingji's inattention to quietly spit the food he had just put in his mouth back into the lunchbox.

  As expected, on the calm surface of the river, a faint and almost transparent shadow approached them.

  The author has something to say: I've been told since childhood that water ghosts love to grab people's ankles and then drown them, so I'm especially afraid of water. As a result, after learning swimming for three months, I still haven't learned it. My current level is wearing a life jacket with a swimming ring, sitting on an air cushion, and still drowning.

  It's been really hot lately, I just steeled myself and decided to wear short sleeves tomorrow, but Moji reminded me that the temperature will drop by more than 7 degrees tomorrow.

  What kind of character is this...... Monday happiness, work happiness, study happiness...... (Why do I have a sense of pain that the more I say happy, the less happy I am, sigh)