He pointed to the rod and told me that it was their ancestral treasure and had fed their family for generations.

"But can the chicken leg catch the carcass?" Although the old man looked serious when he spoke, I was still skeptical.

The old man smiled and leaned against the edge of the boat, drinking and paying attention to his fishing rod.

The people on the bridge were also looking at us, and they were all curious.

The hour flickered, and a long time passed, and the rod still did not move.

My legs were already curled up in the boat, so I turned sideways to change positions.

"Shh

As soon as I was about to move, the old man suddenly shushed, and then stared at the fishing rod.

I noticed that the rod was bent, as if something in the water was pulling the line hard.

"Hehehe, take the bait!" The old man said happily and then stood up from the wooden boat, and quickly pulled up the fishing line.

To my surprise, after the fishing line was pulled up with a "bang", a pitch-black thing also "jumped" out of the water.

The old man shook it hard, and directly threw the black "thing" onto the boat.

The wooden boat was tiny, and the black thing was clinging to my knees.

I just glanced at it, then turned sideways and threw up.

There were bursts of pantothenic acid in my throat, and I was uncomfortable.

"Hehehe, girl, is it the first time you've seen a charred corpse?" The old man asked with a smile.

I shook my head, I had seen the corpse of the old Taoist in the county government before, and it was similar to the one in front of me.

Uncle handed me his flask and asked me to rinse my mouth with wine.

I waved my hand, and he put the flask back on his waist and prepared to row back to shore.

I looked at the charred corpse in front of me with a chicken leg in his mouth, and said to the old man: "Uncle, can you row some further, I want to lean on the edge of the bridge pillar and take a closer look." ”

"Are you crazy?" The old man was not even afraid of the charred corpse, but as soon as he said that he wanted to get close to the pillar of the bridge, his face changed suddenly.

"Just a look, me?" Before I could finish my sentence, the old man suddenly turned sideways and began to row the boat quickly towards the shore.

While paddling, he said: "If it weren't for the county government spending thirty oceans and asking me to search for the body, I would never have come." ”

"Why? Was it because the place had collapsed before? I asked.

The old man frowned, but did not answer my question.

"You think, that place is unlucky? Or are you afraid that the bridge will collapse again? I pressed on.

I kept asking, but the old man could only speak: "In that place, there are dirty things, and the people who died before were all pulled away by the dirty things and sucked yang energy." ”

"Dirty?" I wonder if the dirty things in the old man's mouth are referring to the evil things of last night.

"This bridge, there are a total of twelve piers." The old man glanced at the bridge behind us.

"Well, I heard that it has been repaired for more than six years." I remembered what the innkeeper had told me before.

The old man nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, my family has lived on the shore for generations, you see, it's there." ”

The old man pointed to a low house on the shore and said that his house was there.

"My grandfather said that this bridge has been built for a total of six years and eight months, and the last stone of the bridge is the thirteenth day of the month, which is a big murderer!" The old man frowned and muttered.

"Why did you choose a day of great murder to close the bridge?" I don't understand.

"Because, this bridge is not as simple as it seems on the surface, this is a array, it is said to be a formation of gathering yin, connecting the bridge with all the river we can see, that is the shape of a head, very obscure." The old man couldn't help but speed up the rowing speed as he spoke.

After hearing him say this, I immediately got up from the wooden boat, looked at the river and the bridge suspiciously, and regarded the bridge and the river as one, and found that the two holes in the middle of the bridge pillar were like the eye sockets of the head.

The stone steps of the pier in front of it resemble a row of teeth from a skeleton.

"Really skeletons?" I muttered.

"Oh, girl, you can see that, too? I've told people many times before, and they've all called me. The old man said very happily.

"Lu Banshu?" My head was chaotic, and I felt that this was definitely not a coincidence, and it must have been intentional by the Luban descendant who helped build the bridge in the first place.

"Eh, girl, you know a lot, I see that you came with the people from the county government, did they show you the file?" The old man looked at me and asked.

"Dossier? What dossier? "Master Zhang hasn't shown me anything.

"I heard that the whole process of building the bridge back then was included in the file, but that file is naturally not visible to us ordinary people." The old man said, and glanced at the charred corpse again: "The people who died in the past two days are the same as the children of the living fire sacrifice back then. ”

"What do you think of the evil going on here? Is it the spirit of the virgins? "I looked at the uncle and wanted to hear what he had to say.

Uncle's opinion seems to be not quite the same as ours.

"Back then, those children who were burned to death were the purest and most benevolent, only eight years old, and they couldn't give birth to any evil thoughts, I think it should be in the cracked bridge pillars, what else is hidden, the people of the county government, if they really want to figure it out, they will directly tear down the bridge pillars, and they will know everything." The old man is not the kind of person who hides and says whatever comes to mind.

What he said was not wrong, and after I decided to go ashore, I would do what my uncle said.

The old man rowed the boat to the shore and carefully removed the chicken leg from the corpse's mouth, from my point of view, the chicken leg was still not fully cooked, and there was still some blood oozing from the bones.

Seeing me looking at the chicken legs, the old man taught me another trick, and he told me that people who have just died need their relatives to give them an immediate offering, because they are extremely hungry at this time.

However, they could no longer touch the food in the world, and they had to soak it in willow leaf water, and it had to be half-baked, and they liked it the most.

After the old man finished speaking, he put the chicken leg aside, and muttered in his mouth: "Go back and cook this thing, enough for a pot of wine." ”

"Huh? Uncle, this chicken leg has been bitten by a charred corpse, so don't eat it, maybe there will be corpse poison residue. "I looked at the tooth marks on the drumsticks and my throat started to pantothenic again.

"Girl, these days, poverty is more terrible than death!" The old man said with a relaxed face, and didn't care about what corpse poison I was talking about.