Shen Luo looked at the sunken area on the stone box and his heart skipped a beat. He stretched out a finger and tentatively extended it into the range of the white light. He felt a cool aura lingering around his finger. It was as if he had dipped his finger into a river, and he did not feel any discomfort.
Therefore, he extended his finger downwards a little and got closer to the stone box. The cool feeling became clearer, and it seemed to be coming from the stone box.
Shen Luo was very afraid of the cold aura and hesitated.
However, the energy of the Primordial Stone seemed to be running out soon. The white light emitted from it began to shrink, and it gradually dimmed.
Shen Luo gritted his teeth. The moment before the light disappeared, his index finger suddenly poked downwards and directly touched the center of the "sunken area".
The white light, which was originally dissipating, seemed to have solidified the moment his finger touched it. It floated motionlessly.
At this moment, Shen Luo himself seemed to be frozen in place. Even his breathing and heartbeat suddenly stopped.
In the noisy rainstorm, a faint "ka" sound came into his ears. It was as if a mechanism had popped up.
The lid of the box under Shen Luo's finger suddenly popped up. With a slight friction sound, it slid forward.
"It's done!"
Shen Luo was overjoyed and hurriedly looked inside the box.
A sudden change occurred!
In the stone box, a black smoke suddenly sprayed out and headed towards Shen Luo.
Shen Luo was suddenly shocked. He pushed the short table in front of him and his body fell backwards, directly hitting the cabin's black awning.
The black smoke did not manage to hit Shen Luo, but it did not dissipate. Instead, it became denser and denser. From it, a ghost's head the size of a wheel appeared. It had a black awning on top and reached the cabin below.
The ghost's head was greenish-black, and its hair was messy and fluffy. Its eyes were as big as copper bells, flickering with a faint cold light. Its bloody mouth was filled with jagged fangs, and it looked like it was about to devour someone.
Shen Luo had no time to figure out what was going on. He could only force himself to calm down. His body flashed forward quickly, and his two hands grabbed the Small Thunder Charm and the Primordial Stone on the short table.
"Haha …"
Shen Luo's actions seemed to have angered the ghost head phantom. It let out a strange laugh and rushed towards him.
The cabin was narrow, and Shen Luo had no way to dodge. He could only hold the Primordial Stone in one hand, gather the Yang Gang Qi in his body into it, and hit the Little Thunder Talisman in his other hand.
However, the ghostly head's shadow flashed and appeared in front of him as if it had teleported. It opened its bloody mouth and spat out a greenish-black aura.
Shen Luo only felt a strong fishy smell coming to his face, and his head seemed to have been hit by a stick. The ghostly figure in front of him became heavy, and his body went soft and collapsed to the side.
"Hahaha …" The ghostly head's laughter echoed in the small cabin.
Shen Luo's vision became more and more blurred. He vaguely saw that the ghostly head phantom suddenly began to shrink little by little, and finally turned into a fist-sized white skull.
The white skull was unusually white, and its surface even had a little luster. It directly pounced on his shoulder and bit down.
"Oh …"
Shen Luo's mouth uttered a painful groan, and his body suddenly straightened. He only felt a strong cold current spread from the place where he was bitten, and instantly flowed to every corner of his body.
A layer of fine white ice quickly spread from his shoulder, and covered his whole body in a moment.
Shen Luo's eyes went black, and he completely fainted.
However, it was strange that the white frost only froze Shen Luo's body. The cold air was obviously very strong, but it did not affect the surrounding objects. Even the floor of the cabin under him did not have the slightest change.
After an unknown amount of time, the sky had cleared up, and the sun was setting in the west.
A ray of sunlight stuck to the roof of the black canopy, and shone in from the outside of the boat. It was projected on Shen Luo's cheeks, and the layer of frost on his body had unknowingly melted.
At this time, Shen Luo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his eyelids.
The bright light suddenly stimulated him, and he could not help but squint his eyes again. After a while, he covered his eyes with one hand and supported his body with the other, and slowly sat up.
Shen Luo only felt that his whole body was sore, and his clothes were sticking to his body. It did not feel like a river that had not yet dried, but like he had just been drenched in sweat.
"Cough …"
Shen Luo coughed dryly. He only felt that his throat was burning, and his body seemed to be shrouded in a dry and dry feeling. He could not help but tear open the front of his clothes, wanting to dissipate some of the heat.
He licked his dry lips and looked to his side. He found that the water tank on the boat had been knocked over, and the water inside had flowed out.
Shen Luo's Adam's apple moved, and he turned over and crawled to the stern of the boat, but only felt that his head was unusually dizzy. With great difficulty, he stretched his body out from the side of the boat, and was shocked by his own reflection in the water.
At this moment, he saw that his hair was disheveled, his face was red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He looked somewhat ferocious.
Shen Luo could not help but shrink back, and then he stretched out his hands, which were also red, and grabbed a handful of water from the Luanshui River, and slapped it on his face.
When his hands and face were wet with the cool river water, Shen Luo immediately felt a burst of comfort, and his dizzy head cleared up a little.
He slid forward, grabbed the edge of the boat with both hands, and put his whole head into the river water. He did not care whether it was clean or not, and drank several mouthfuls of river water in a row. The burning sensation in his throat was finally relieved, and the dry and dry feeling in his body subsided a little.
Shen Luo let out a long breath, and felt that his clothes were too sticky and uncomfortable. He simply turned over and fell into the river, soaking his whole body in the water.
As the cold river water continued to wash over his body, Shen Luo finally felt that the dry and dry feeling in his body was not so unbearable, but there was a faint tingling feeling coming from all over his meridians.
The pain was not continuous, but from time to time, it was like being pricked by a sharp needle, and the position was different every time. Fortunately, the pain was not too strong, and Shen Luo felt that he could endure it.
At this time, the dizziness in his head finally subsided. He suddenly remembered the ghost head he saw when he opened the stone box, and could not help but shiver all over.
Shen Luo quickly pulled down the right half of his clothes, and saw that there was a dark red bite mark on his right shoulder!
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