After saying this, the uncle stopped and drank a glass of water, and let out a long sigh before saying the following.

In fact, the fortune teller I found back then was one of the Yellow River river seekers. During the Daoguang period, there were four river seekers, in addition to our Liu family, uncle Song family, the other two families were surnamed Pan and Yang.

It's ironic to say.

Since the Song Dynasty, the Pan family and the Yang family are feuds, it is said that these two surnames do not intermarry each other, who would have thought that the mysterious Yellow River river seeker family, there happened to be them.

The fortune teller old man should be from the Yang family, and after he saw the transparent coffin, he naturally thought of the secret passed down from generation to generation by his ancestors - the Yellow River is not a river, but a tomb.

This is said to be passed down from generation to generation in every river seeker family, but in fact, no one understands it at all.

At that time, these four Yellow River river seeker families still had dealings with each other, and the old man dealt with it and told the other three in the form of letters, and then there were only three Yellow River river seekers left in the world.

Of course, this secret was passed on to my uncle - he became the only person in the world who knew the secret.

After listening to this, the old glasses' face changed.

"The matter of digging up a transparent coffin in the Yellow River, a few of our old bones have also heard of it, but it is just ...... It's just folklore, so I don't take it seriously......"

The uncle glanced at the old glasses and answered his words.

"According to the rules of the River Seeker family, I shouldn't have said this—but...... But today, there is no point in looking for the river people again...... Your business should also be related to this river, which may not be understood by common sense! ”

"Uncle, what do you mean?"

Uncle seemed to have changed suddenly, first laughing, and then staring at the door with his eyes, and several of us also subconsciously looked at the door, thinking that someone was coming.

But seeing that there was no one, when he turned to look at his uncle again, the expression on his face froze.

"Not good!"

Hao Minyuan reacted the fastest, jumped to his uncle's side with a "poof", and his hands reached into his uncle's neck, and the person suddenly gasped.

"Uncle—"

I just felt my eyes go black and I almost fainted.

Uncle's death was very sudden, but looking back, it seems that there were early signs, from this time on the way to the office, the uncle is not the same as usual, probably his own life is not long!

Liu Xili rushed over, squatted down and touched it, and said, "Strange! Mr. Song's muscles were stiff, and the sweat on his body had not yet dried...... It's like dying suddenly while you're exercising! ”

Hao Minyuan pulled me: "What is this!" Maybe we hurt Mr. Song. ”

At this moment, although my heart is like a knife, I still analyze this matter rationally.

The uncle knew that he was going to die, so he told us the secret of the transparent coffin of the Yellow River, perhaps just like the old fortune teller in the Daoguang period, the river seeker must abide by the family secret, and if he tells the secret to outsiders, he will be punished.

I didn't cry, but the tears in my eyes flowed down to the ground like rain.

They all came to persuade me.

"Xiao Liu! Cheer up, it's not over yet! ”

"Yes! Although I haven't known Mr. Song for a long time, I can feel that he also wants to solve this problem......"

Temporarily save my uncle's body in the funeral home, and I swear that even if I set foot on my own life again, I will destroy that thing for my uncle's burial.

Rearrange the plan in the meeting room in the evening.

Mr. Yin and Yang invited by Director Qin also arrived, and coincidentally, he actually knew his uncle, and when he learned that his uncle had just passed away, the fortune teller also sighed again and again, with a sad and uncomfortable face.

He brought with him some rusty bronze bells, similar to those we see under the Yellow River, only one size smaller.

Director Qin called him Master Hai.

I don't know if this "Hai" is his name, or if it is a name or something like the Dharma name and Dao number, it should not be a surname - there seems to be no "Hai" in the surname I know.

Master Hai is dressed as a Taoist priest, with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, looking like a tiger's back, looking fifty or sixty years old, giving people a confident look.

"Master Hai, I've introduced the situation, do you have any good way to deal with that unjust soul?"

Director Qin asked Master Hai very respectfully.

"It's not a big problem!" Master Hai replied casually while fiddling with the bronze bell in his hand.

"Oh?" Hao Minyuan stood up excitedly.

"See these ancient bells in my hand? This is made of meteorite copper from ancient times, and it is also made by Li Daoling, one of the Taoist noses of the Wuhu Chaohua period. ”

The old glasses and a few of them just took their glasses, and they all came over, and I could see from the eyes of several people that the old Taoist priest was right.

"As long as I hang this bell on a high place, and that thing appears within a radius of thirty-three miles, the bell will ring." As he spoke, he took out a black compass from his arms and shook it in front of everyone, "Plus this thing!" I'll be able to determine where it is—and after that! Prepare some black dog blood, a few black donkey hooves, and let my old way sit in charge, and hang him as a thousand-year-old fox, and it will be difficult to fly with wings this time! ”

My uncle's death was quite a stimulus to me, and I didn't want to listen to their conversation, but seeing the slightly changing expression on the face of the old glasses next to me, I was also curious.

"Is this bell really from the Wei and Jin dynasties?" I asked in a whisper.

The old glasses kept staring at the thing in the old Taoist priest's hand, and he didn't even blink, and responded to me casually: "Yes! It's a rare antiquity, and the compass is also a rare treasure in the world! ”

I nodded, curious, but didn't bother to ask.

Hao Minyuan seemed to understand my feelings, and after walking out of the conference room, he gently patted me on the shoulder: "Brother, rest for a few days!" With Master Hai here, this may not be difficult to do! ”

Just then, my phone rang.

"Hey! Jinghan ......"

When I saw Wu Jinghan's mobile phone number, I remembered that I hadn't seen her for most of the day.

"Tomorrow my grandfather will die fifty-five days after his death, and according to the custom of his hometown, it is the day when he will be graved...... I'm worried about my uncle and aunt ......"

Before he finished speaking, it turned into a slight sob.

"Oh, don't cry! Let's go—I'll go with you......"

I decided not to tell her the news of my uncle's death for the time being, so as not to add more sadness, I feel more and more that my acquaintance with Wu Jinghan, love is God's arrangement, whether it is fate, or fate, in short, I gladly accept it.

Early the next morning, the driver Xiao Wang drove us to Wu Jinghan's hometown, and the two of them just held hands along the way, and no one spoke, but I could feel that Wu Jinghan's hands were cold and cold, and I could feel her mood at this time.

The car stopped at the entrance of the village, and the two of us originally planned to go directly to the grave, and after worshipping, burn more paper money, and then go home.

But Wu Jinghan was even more timid in his hometown, seeing the village where he had lived since he was a child, Wu Jinghan shed tears again, turned around and hugged my arm, and said softly: "Lu Dong, I want to go back to the old house to see!" ”

I hugged her tightly: "Okay! I'll be with you. ”

The two walked along the country road towards Wu Jinghan's grandfather's old house, and the two of them walked lightly on the road, listening to the barking of dogs and cows around them, and there was a particularly cordial feeling.

I am a rural person, even if I go out of the countryside and go to the big city, even if it is Nanjing, Shanghai, or even New York and Chicago, my roots are in the mud on the edge of the Yellow River, and I will never be able to leave!

Seeing the old courtyard from afar, Wu Jinghan trembled. E-book house

Originally, I thought that she was like this because she saw the yard where she lived from childhood to adulthood, and she was touched by the scene, but I didn't expect her to point to the wall on the side of the fence gate: "Look! ”

Following the direction of my finger, I saw that there was a hole of about one square meter in the wall that was not very strong, which was enough for people to enter and exit freely.

The two of them rushed over.

"It's artificial! Is there a thief who is worried about it? ”

Wu Jinghan shook his head: "Everyone nearby knows that grandpa is poor, let me talk about it...... After his death, everything of little value was taken away by his uncle and aunt, how could there be such a stupid thief! ”

The fence door was locked, Wu Jinghan only glanced at it, and then bent down into the courtyard.

I don't know why, this scene reminds me of the dark night dozens of days ago, when Wu Yuhui and I secretly went to Wang Yujue's house to look for something.

Sure enough, the lock on the door was also picked open, and the door was just hidden.

Wu Jinghan glanced at me, rushed over in a few steps, pushed the door and saw a mess, only a few pieces of old furniture were overturned, broken mats, broken quilts were thrown all over the ground, and what was even more annoying was that all the shabby bedding was torn apart, and the yellowed cotton wool was scattered everywhere.

"Someone came and rummaged over something!"

"Is there really a thief?"

I looked around.

"Probably not a thief!" I gestured to the ruins all around me.

"Why do you say that?"

"What is the purpose of the thief's visit?"

Wu Jinghan smiled bitterly: "For money!" ”

"For the sake of money, is it necessary to go into such detail? Look at it, it's almost a wall to tear down......"

"Yes! No wonder, I think it's weird. Wu Jinghan stroked her hair, "It's not a thief, what kind of person will it be, not for money, for what?" ”

"Do you remember what's in your grandfather's box?"

Wu Jinghan nodded: "Remember!" What's wrong? ”

"Maybe they're for those things—or things of the same nature!"

As the two of them were talking, I heard someone outside shouting something in the local vernacular, because the dialect was so strong and fast that I couldn't hear what he was shouting.

"The Great King Eight? Someone fished a big king eight! ”

Wu Jinghan helped me become a "translator".

"Oh!" I suddenly remembered those previous experiences in my mind, what a huge, bronze catfish wrapped in bronze on the upper body, what a big white snake of more than ten meters, I naturally thought that the big king eight found this time may be related to the Dongyi tribe and the mysterious underground space of the Yellow River.

The two trotted to the river.

In the distance, I saw dozens of people around the river, and there was a big boat in the river, and a huge net was hoisted from the boat, and there was a behemoth wriggling in it.

When I saw it, I couldn't help but curse angrily.

Sure enough, it was a huge Wang Ba, the size of three Eight Immortal Tables, and its whole body was jet black.

How could there be such a big king in the Yellow River! A huge question mark flashed through my head.

As far as I know, China has never found such a large turtle, and the largest is only a few hundred catties, but the size of the turtle in front of me is several thousand catties.

However, there is a rumor on the side of the Yellow River about the discovery of the huge king......

In 1965, residents along the Yellow River found Wang Ba, who was larger than a truck, in the river, causing a sensation

I heard a few old men in my village who had fished said that in those years, they had to take a boat when they went back to their hometown, and no one dared to speak on the boat, fearing that as soon as they spoke, the big king under the Yellow River would come to top the boat, and only by throwing the person who spoke could they be thrown down.

At that time, this thing was very evil, it is said that it was not Wang Ba, but a monster that looked like Wang Ba, the monster was the size of a cow, and often dragged some domestic animals into the water, which was very sensational at the time, and later seemed to be a kind of snapping turtle.

This king is very peculiar, if someone touches it, the river will rise, and there are many small turtles around, like a family migration.

In addition, in the summer of 1992, the Yellow River discovered the Super King Eight, in the middle of the Yellow River waterway between Lijin and Kenli in Shandong Province, due to the drought of the riverbed, one large and four small, small as a round table and as big as a small truck, on the newspaper.

Later, similar plots were written into it many times, such as the recently popular "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", which quoted this bridge.

Walking to the river, I was even more shocked by the giant tortoise in the net.

The onlookers on the shore were amazed.

"Is this Wang Ba? Why is it so big! ”

"It's definitely Wang Ba, but ...... But if it's so big, it's going to be called the turtle master! ”

"When the Yellow River dried up before, why couldn't you see it?"

"This is a divine beast! Usually it should be hidden in the soil under the Yellow River, and it should be released immediately! ”

Listening to the conversation of the onlookers, I was puzzled.

Could it really come out of the mysterious space of the Yellow River?

I wonder about it! I heard someone shouting: "Hanhan! You...... Are you back? "The voice is on my left.

Wu Jinghan's nickname is Han Han, and the neighbors in the village call her that, so I instinctively turned around and saw a dark-looking woman, holding a shovel, looking at me and Wu Jinghan with bared teeth.

"Fat aunt!"

Wu Jinghan hurriedly said hello.

"You...... If only you would come! Who do you think this is? Your uncle and your aunt left half a month ago, and they haven't come back yet—yes! I don't know which thing lacks virtue and dug up your grandfather's grave...... The neighbors couldn't contact you, so they helped fill it in. ”

Wu Jinghan cried out.

The fat aunt came over and took Wu Jinghan's hand: "Hey! Your daughter is also miserable—okay! Let's eat at my house today! Just stewed chicken. He grinned at me.

Back to the village again, to the fat aunt's house.

Her yard is very large, and she has two black dogs more than one meter high, which makes people dare not approach from afar.

"Fat aunt, what's wrong with my grandfather's grave?"

"Nothing! I just don't know who dug it up - maybe it's the wrong one! It just so happens that your uncle and your aunt are not at home......"

"What are my uncle and aunt going to do?"

"So—when they were leaving, they talked to the weight loss family and said yes...... Said to make some money...... As a result, it's been half a month. ”

I know that Wu Jinghan's uncle and aunt are very popular in the village, and even if something really happens, most of the neighbors are too lazy to meddle.