Mr. Yin and Yang, the True Record of Folk Gossip

There is a puddle of water on the bow of the ship, and the size of the water marks are like a pair of footprints...

But I didn't go to the bow, and my feet were dry and didn't get wet.

Could it be that Feng Dagen and two other villagers did it just now?

The line of sight that was noticed just now also disappeared.

For a while, I was a little apprehensive.

Coincidence, hallucinations?

I raised my hands, pressed my forehead, and suppressed these messy thoughts after a moment.

Without thinking about anything else, I dived directly into the river and swam towards the bottom of the river quickly.

The underwater line of sight is very transparent, with moonlight shining, basically the visibility is not low.

This time, the pressure in my heart was not that great, but I felt unspeakably uncomfortable. After all, my father died here.

After a while, I swam to a position close to the bottom. Relying on the approximate position from memory, I found the first corpse of a man in the village, half of which was buried in the soil.

I frowned slightly. In fact, there is something wrong here. I have already discovered it before I came down.

It stands to reason that they went into the water to rescue Luo Yinpo, even though they crashed and died underwater because of my mother's problems.

That should also sink to the bottom of the water, how could it be buried by river sand?

Drowning people bumped into ghosts, and some water plants entangled people's ankles, but I have never heard of people being buried in the sand.

Or is it that my mother is a mother, she is different?

While thinking, I pulled up the man's shoulders and prepared to wrap the green horse rope around his waist.

As a result, I pulled him out of the sand with great ease, as if his lower body was empty.

My head buzzed and my whole body went stiff.

Staring fixedly at the man's lower body, my eyelids twitched wildly, and all my limbs and bones were soaked in cold air.

This man has no lower body... Only a small part of bones are left under the waist, bones without any skin and flesh...

Immediately, I suddenly felt the same feeling when I rescued my father before.

In all directions, it seems that there are eyes staring at me in every position underwater!

Surprised and uncertain, I dare not pause for too long.

Because I thought of the water ghoul on the corpse boat before, that thing is no joke.

Was this corpse eaten by a water ghoul?

In my thoughts, I didn't tie the waist of the corpse anymore, I just grabbed it with one hand and swam towards the surface of the water quickly.

Not long after, I returned to the boat.

Putting the corpse in the hull, I gasped heavily, my eyelids kept twitching wildly, and my temples kept twitching.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, the corpse's face was extremely swollen, almost soaked to pieces.

I pursed my lips, trying to steady my breathing.

There is a good standard for judging a drowned corpse.

If the resentment persists, the corpse will not be soaked to death, but will maintain the ashen complexion of a dead person.

If there is no resentment in it, it will rot in the water. That kind of corpse does not need to be salvaged by a corpse hunter, even an ordinary fisherman can do it, and there is no taboo.

In addition, the corpses swallowed by the water ghouls will also have no resentment.

The water ghoul feeds on corpse resentment and is fierce and cruel.

This corpse has been bitten like this, and I am afraid that other corpses will not survive.

Now I only have fear and rejoicing. Fortunately, my father's body is intact.

However, this is also related to the fact that he was a cadaver who committed suicide in the water. He is an extremely vicious evil, and these water ghouls may not have the ability to gnaw on him.

When I thought of this, I looked at the water with hesitation again.

There are still a few corpses below, and the villagers on the pier are still waiting...

If I don't fish it up, I'm afraid I won't be able to tell when I land later...

After thinking about it again and again, I became more and more ruthless.

Corpse hunters and water ghouls are old enemies, and water ghouls are indispensable in the hanging river. Every time they enter the water, there is such a risk.

If I am afraid of water ghouls and go into the water in the future, there will be shadows in my heart, and as time goes by, I will die in their hands one day!

Thinking of this, I no longer hesitate.

Suddenly I dived into the water again, this time I swam faster and also more vigilant.

The feeling of being stared at around is becoming more and more obvious.

I was quickly underwater, but this time, I wasn't salvaging body by body.

These are corpses without resentment, and there is no need to follow the rules.

I first found the location of all the corpses, and then gathered them on a relatively open rock under the water, then tied the wrists with green hemp ropes, and strung them all together.

When doing these, I have been hanging in my heart.

Because these corpses are all mutilated to varying degrees, and all of them have been eaten by water ghouls.

Either there are only bones left in the lower body, and some even have no arms.

Finally, I tied the green hemp rope around my waist and swam towards the water.

The resentful corpse is heavy, but the non-resentful corpse is as light as a piece of rotten wood.

At this time, I also found a strange place, that is, the cold feeling of being watched by many pairs of eyes disappeared?

I'm basically sure that the ones peeking at me are water ghouls, did they dare not come up?

After I quickly returned to the shore and pulled all the corpses up, I instinctively glanced at the river.

In fact, what I am most wary of is the water ghoul that fought with me before.

A normal water ghoul has black fur, just like a monkey, but that one is white, belonging to an older water ghoul, more vicious and cunning.

At this moment, I glanced again and again to confirm that there were no other problems on the water surface, and the breath that was hanging in my mouth was finally relieved.

I walked quickly to the stern of the boat, held the oars, and headed towards the pier.

But when I got halfway through, I felt even weirder.

My eyes fell on the middle of the hull, and I suddenly discovered that there seemed to be more corpses there?

It seems that there is another one lying in the middle...

I made up my mind to see clearly.

But what's even more weird is that it seems that there is fog on the surface of the water, and the fog just covers the corpse boat, making it impossible to see clearly...

I can only vaguely feel that it seems to be a woman's corpse...

And I took a few more glances. Although I couldn't see it dimly, my heart seemed to be pinched, and it was difficult to breathe.

This feeling is particularly depressing and uncomfortable, and I can't get rid of it...

With a muffled bang, the boat approached the shore, and the fog dispersed strangely. I could see clearly now, and I stared blankly at the center of the hull.

Where are the female corpses? They are still the remnants of those villagers who are well-behaved. There are five corpses in total.

At this time, there was still a strong smell of corpses on their bodies, which almost made people sick.

On the pier, a word from the second uncle came.

Surrounding the front, the villagers headed by Feng Dagen were stunned at first, and then cried, crying painfully and sadly.

There were even more curses in his mouth.

But what they scolded was not others, but me...

Those words should be as cruel as they are, and as dirty as they are!

I came back to my senses, pursed my lips tightly, and said nothing.

I also went to the pier. On the edge of the pier, there were five live chickens. I walked over in silence, killed the chickens separately, and threw them all into the river as a sacrifice to the river god.

The second uncle glanced at me, he shook his head slightly, and then said something to me, let me go first, he stayed here overnight.

He also gave me a wink.

I hesitated for a moment, originally I didn't really want to leave.

Just now I clearly felt that there was a female corpse on the boat, but now I can't see it. I have an intuition, that sad feeling, that female corpse might be my mother.

I want to discuss this matter with my second uncle, because it must be a big deal...

What good can she do if she follows me?

But this situation is obviously not the time to speak.

Pursing my lips, I didn't figure out what to say for a long time, so I nodded and walked down the pier.

The villagers who watched the excitement outside all stepped back a long way, and no one approached me.

In fact, I still understand the look in the last look of the second uncle.

It is the death of these men, there must be a matter of compensation, Feng Dagen and the others will cry later, and they will definitely not let it go when they chat, but Uncle Liu can make it clear that I will only have counterproductive effects here.

Some distance away from the pier, I walked towards my house.

But after walking for a while, I found out by accident that I was not walking on the village road, but walking along the waterway.

By the time I realized it, I had already reached the Xuanhe River outside my house.

I shook my head, being blown by the river wind at the moment, I was almost fully awake.

I subconsciously glanced at the river again.

Suddenly, I saw a dead body floating on the surface of the water more than ten meters away...

I can clearly see that it is a female corpse, and it is not covered by fog, and the hair is scattered on the water...

It was exactly the same as the female corpse I saw not far away when Luo Yinpo was dragged down in front of me!

I was shocked and instinctively reacted, and walked quickly towards the shore.

Far away from the water, I turned my head and glanced again, and the river surface was empty again, with nothing left...

Trying my best to put the messy thoughts in my mind behind me, I still have a faint sense of fear.

Calculated according to the rules of the corpse hunter, my mother has been soaked in water for 12 years longer than the old corpse. This corpse is so fierce that there is no limit...

If she wants to take me down now, I'm afraid I will die if I meet her face to face.

She followed me like this, as if there was a knife hanging from the back of my neck, ready to pierce my neck at any moment.

My mind was in a mess, and before I knew it, I walked to the door of my house.

But at this moment, I am even more excited.

Because there is a man sitting on the threshold of the front room.

It was a man with a black cloth hat on his head, a black satin jacket, and a pair of big-toed toad shoes under his trouser legs that looked like paper.

He was still holding a rice tray in his hand, with an extremely pale face, staring blankly at the rice tray, with a pair of narrow and long eyes, which looked strangely dead and cold.

I was taken aback and stopped abruptly.