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"Zhao Gang is dead, the same cause of death as the old Taoist chief, he was burned to death by fire in the water, you go and get the corpse." I didn't wait for Master Zhang to ask, so I spoke straightforwardly first.

Master Zhang's complexion, which was originally a little pale, instantly turned iron-blue.

Looking at my eyes, they also became a little sharp.

"Is the location of the bridge collapse repair in the middle of the bridge? Can you show me there? I spoke again.

"You, you, you said Brother Gang is dead?" The unkempt man's eyes widened and he looked at me in surprise.

I thought that this Master Zhang would also reprimand me, but Master Zhang did not dwell on Zhao Gang's death anymore, but immediately asked the man on the side to prepare the carriage, and this time he would take me to the dock himself.

"Let my little uncle join us, he is also a demon hunter, he should be able to help me." I say this to make sure that my uncle is still safe and sound.

Master Zhang is also a straightforward person, and he immediately asked people to invite his little uncle out.

"Anzhi?" When the little uncle came out of the backyard, I immediately glanced him up and down to make sure that he was not abused by this group of people, so I shook my head slightly at the little uncle, signaling him not to ask anything now.

Soon, the carriage was ready, and Master Zhang asked me and my uncle to sit in the carriage with him, and the rest of the people followed the carriage.

In the carriage, Master Zhang looked at me expressionlessly, and finally asked, "What are you going to do to see that bridge?" ”

He looked at me, his voice undulating.

"I suspect that the murderous evil is hiding in the pillars under the bridge." It was Qing Cen who said it, and I knew that her dream was very accurate, so I had to go there and take a look.

After hearing this, Master Zhang's brows furrowed slightly.

However, instead of continuing to ask this question, he asked again: "Did you see that evil appearance last night?" ”

I nodded, and the big clump of wet hair came to mind.

"Is it a child?" Master Zhang asked tentatively.

I think he must have heard the rumors of a boy and a girl, I hesitated, and when I was in the water, I did feel a pair of small hands pulling me, but at that time, I couldn't tell if they were children.

"Actually, all I saw was a big lump of wet hair." After I finished speaking, I also told Master Zhang carefully how Zhao Gang was dragged into the water and how he suddenly turned into a ball of fire.

Master Zhang's face didn't have much ripple, just sighed slightly.

"Maybe the rumors are not true." Master Zhang said to himself.

"Is it a rumor about a virgin?" I asked.

Master Zhang smiled faintly when he heard this: "It seems that you have already heard of it." ”

"Well, I've heard that when the bridge was built before, the cruel method of living fire sacrifice was used." Speaking of the Living Fire Sacrifice, I am reminded of the charred corpse of the old Taoist.

"All those who were burned to death were virgins." Master Zhang suddenly spoke.

"What?" I looked at Master Zhang.

Master Zhang's gaze seemed to be looking at me at the moment, but his gaze "penetrated" my body and looked farther away.

"The living fire sacrifice burns the virgins, the women are the yin, the bridge is the auxiliary, the men are the yang, and the bridge piles are the bridges." Master Zhang said, then paused and said: "The boy died not happily, and the mud and broken bricks and stones used to build the bridge should be poured into their mouths, and then built alive in the bridge pier, which is called the "living pier". ”

"In order to build a bridge, you actually used such a brutal method? The one who repairs the bridge will surely be punished! The little uncle couldn't help but scold.

Master Zhang's face remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: "Perhaps, he has already suffered retribution." ”

After saying this, the carriage suddenly stopped, and the curtain of the carriage was lifted by the people outside.

The man stretched out his hand and helped Master Zhang out of the carriage, and my uncle and I also got out of the carriage one after another.

Today, we are right in the heart of the bridge.

Master Zhang said that it has not been able to be repaired now, it is the bottom of this bridge, which has been repaired several times, and the people of Songhu County say that they cut corners and will collapse again and again, but in fact, their materials are the best.

"I'll go down and have a look." I said a word to Master Zhang.

Then I walked to the edge of the bridge and looked down, but I couldn't see where I was standing.

"Don't go over, this place will collapse again at any moment." Master Zhang said, and he took two steps back.

I stood on the edge of the bridge and looked around for a long time, but no matter how much I poked my neck out, I couldn't see what was going on underneath.

However, a small wooden boat had already come in the distance, ready to go to retrieve the body.

I saw that the little wooden boat had an idea in my heart, and I climbed directly onto the railing.

"Anzhi, what are you going to do?" This action frightened the little uncle, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull me.

However, I had already seen it, and jumped directly into the small boat that was about to retrieve the corpse.

The boat shook violently, startling the old man on board.

"Oh, girl, you can take it easy, if this boat capsizes, there will be two more resentful spirits in the water today." The old man looked serious, but he spoke with a little humor.

"I'm sorry uncle, I just want to see this bridge." I said to this uncle.

When the old man heard this, he raised his broad hands and pointed to the bridge pillars in front of him.

I looked up in the direction of her finger and saw a dozen cracks around the pillars of the bridge ahead.

And it was the bridge that collapsed, because from the bottom of the bridge, you can clearly see the traces of repair.

I was looking intently at the crack when the old man suddenly took out a fishing rod and, on the hook of the rod, hung a chicken leg.

"Uncle, what are you doing here? Aren't you going to recover corpses? I looked at the uncle suspiciously.

The uncle shook his head and said seriously: "The new "float" here only needs to be fished, unless it has been dead for several days, you need to dive down and look for it. ”

After the uncle finished speaking, he threw his "bait" into the water.

"Fishing?" I looked at the old man, and he didn't look like he was insane.

"Girl, I'm not an old madman." Uncle seemed to have seen in my eyes that I was thinking something, and suddenly spoke.

I shook my head awkwardly, not knowing how to answer.

"My ancestors used to be corpse hunters on the riverside, and what we are best at is "fishing for corpses". After the old man finished speaking, he stuck the fishing rod diagonally on the side of the small wooden boat, and with his free hand, he dragged a wine jug from his waist, squinted, and drank a big sip very intoxicated.