Grandma concentrated on throwing a handful of small straw men into the river, and several small straw men drifted to the middle of the river, and suddenly did not move, as if they were nailed, no matter how turbulent the river was, and it also violated the mechanical principles recorded in any physical research books, and they never drifted again.

"Right there, right down there!" Grandma cried, her voice dry and sharp, making Qiu Yan's ears buzz.

Immediately, several sturdy men walked up to the little straw man and poked around with bamboo poles, and suddenly someone screamed. "There you have it!" and then, from the perspective of the naked eye, I saw a white mass slowly emerge from the water.

Sure enough, it's a corpse!

Looking at the figure and hair bun, it was a female corpse dressed in white, and the group of burly men carried the female corpse to the shore with all hands and feet. This kind of thing that violates theory and common sense surprised Qiu Yan, and after standing in the crowd, he began to look at the female corpse carefully.

The corpse had been soaked in the water for at least two days, and its whole body was swollen, but there was no weight on its body, why did it sink in the river and not float? The true appearance of the corpse has long been unrecognizable, but the fact that she is wearing this white dress has caused Qiu Yan to think, as if she has seen it somewhere.

Qiu Yan tried hard to think about the information about this dress in his mind, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at it, and suddenly saw the white jade bracelet on the left hand of the corpse, and suddenly his whole body stiffened like thunder.

"Sir, what's wrong with you, is there anything uncomfortable?" the young man couldn't help but ask with concern when he saw Qiu Yan's face gradually turning pale and his eyes slightly bulging.

Qiu Yan's ears had long been unable to hear any sound, and rudely pushed away the people in front of him, and walked past several people one by one, raising the wrist of the extremely rancid corpse to his eyes to take a closer look. No way, how could it be!

The girl I met just now also wore an identical one on her wrist, because the carving was strange, the workmanship was excellent, so I couldn't help but pay more attention to it, and the memory was more profound, so that the girl just now was wearing a white shirt, and the style was exactly the same as this female corpse!

"What the hell is wrong with you, do you want me to take you to the doctor?" the young man pushed.

Qiu Yan was at a loss, and he was stunned to find that he was still holding on to the corpse's arm, and suddenly felt the wind around him, which was indescribably weird.

"I don't know if you believe it, I saw him just now!" Qiu Yan didn't know how to express his thoughts at the moment, and pointed to the road when he came. "It's on the embankment downstream, more than ten minutes away!"

"What!?" the young man's face turned pale with shock, and he grabbed Qiu Yan's arm and asked loudly. "Did you see her? when? What did you say to her?"

"About twenty minutes ago. Qiu Yan was also taken aback by the young man's movements, looking at his frightened face. "At that time, I mistakenly thought that she was looking for a short-term view, so I stepped forward to dissuade her. ”

The young man froze, and he suddenly pushed Qiu Yan hard. "Let's go! Get out of town as far as you can! That's a floating ghoul! she'll come back to you, she wants you to be her substitute!"

"For the dead?"

The river breeze blew, the cold chill penetrated into the bones, the salvage crowd gradually dispersed, the men wrapped their bodies and walked away with the grandmother, and the river bank was suddenly deserted.

Qiu Yan stood alone in place, recalling the young man's last words. He doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, he doesn't fear gods, and he doesn't believe that there are ghosts and monsters in the world, and the fog that is solved is just the deification between people.

It would be nice if Zhang Yanfeng was here.

.....

What a floating ghoul is, Qiu Yan naturally knows, of course, this is also because of Zhang Yanfeng.

Legend has it that people who drowned by jumping into a river will become floating ghouls if they still have a grudge before they die. They wander where they died, looking for someone who wanders alone on the shore to be a substitute for the dead.

Of course, Zhang Yanfeng also has another saying, some people think that there is a debtor who is wronged, and those floating ghouls will only look for those who have to find death before they are alive, Qiu Yan of course scoffs at these legends, but fear of this kind of thing, everyone will have it, and fear is two different things, and it doesn't matter if you are very sensible or not.

The town of Foshan is small, with a population of only 500, but it has a long history, and as a result, there are many strange customs that have long been unheard of in large cities. Qiu Yan walked on the streets paved with brown stone slabs, and for no reason there was a feeling of coming to a foreign land, which was very comfortable. The blood-red sunset in midwinter dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun, and the lonely light sprinkle on the street where Qiu Yan passed, pulling the shadows thin and long, feeling the novelty brought to me by a strange place.

Qiu Yan walked all over the corners of Foshan Town, but did not find the black and white alleys written by Li Mu before his death, and couldn't help but be surprised. He counted the house numbers, there was only number fourteen, but there was no black and white alley.

"Huh, what's going on?" Qiu Yan muttered to himself as he looked around at the empty streets. For a moment, he looked at the three-story building in front of him, very old, mildewy inside and out, but very local, with a wooden sign bound in the upper left corner of the gate, clearly marked with the word fourteen.

Qiu Yan stepped forward and knocked on the closed door, but after waiting for a long time, no one came to answer the door, and was about to put his ear to the door to hear if there was any movement inside, when the door 'creaked' open.

Suddenly, Qiu Yan's center of gravity was unstable, his head couldn't help tilting forward, he only felt that he was touching a soft object, and he smelled a faint fragrance like his daughter's home, like sandalwood and cinnamon.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" When Qiu Yan understood what the mass of objects was, he hurriedly stopped his hands and took a few steps back with a red face. Raising his head, he was about to see the owner of the majestic object clearly, when the voice of a middle-aged woman crying hoarse came from the room.

"Anya, who's out there? If you're here to stay at the hotel, make it clear to him that our family won't be doing business lately. Alas, what a wicked worker. The sadness that the voice could not hide.

"It's just a little scoundrel, see how I send him away. ”

The voice of the girl who was hit was sweet, but it was also hoarse, as if she had cried, and there was a slight anger. The sound sounded familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere.

Without waiting for Qiu Yan to raise her head, she picked up a broom and called Qiu Yan overwhelmingly.