In Pudong in Ladong, the north wind is fierce, the cold night, the gray is very gray, like a black cloth, and the five fingers are difficult to see.

On the surface of the raging river, the cold air rushed straight in, freezing people's faces hard, as if they stretched their nerves, and when they opened their mouths, they were about to fall down.

In the depths of the river, there are behemoths moored on their stomachs, making a roaring sound, the flags on it are colorful, that is the foreigner's warship, since the opening of the port, the foreigner's iron bump has broken in, this river, has not stopped.

I heard that the iron lump can eat people, and last month, a few ignorant fishermen broke into it by mistake and were beaten into a sieve by a shuttle, which is also pitiful.

"I have to look at the faces of those ghosts to fish in the river."

The old smoker shook his head, cast the fishing net in his hand, he took a few breaths, warmed his hands, although he was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, and his whole body was tightly wrapped, he still really felt that the temperature in his body was ruthlessly pumped into the water, and a cold wind rushed over, almost washing him into the river.

"Oh, this ghost kills the sky, the fish and shrimp in the river are frozen to death, what are you fishing for?" Sixi behind him crossed up and shook his teeth. "I heard that there is a foreign box and jar to pick up on the foreigner's iron bump, and it is better to grab one of it than to eat cold and freeze this one."

The old cigarette gun took out the cigarette gun on his waist and lit it, and took a puff of dry cigarette. "Those foreign devils are ruthless, even the yin ghosts dodge, don't kill the little red guy."

Sixi replied. "It's better to be guilty of this than to eat the shuttle, and they all talk about the green eyes of the foreign devil, and the excitement of this black light may not be seen."

The old cigarette gun tapped the cigarette stick in his hand and scolded. "Nong, the strange wave bean in the mouth of the little red dog, really wants to eat the shuttle, Nong can be regarded as a hell."

The second dog in the back also crossed up, and now he has learned a Shanghainese. "Hey, old man, I heard that Nong Housheng was a 'Gang of Four' at that time, did you get it? Why did you come to eat the wind and freeze in this cold river with Ala? ”

The Gang of Four, also known as Hercules and Coffin Guy in the local dialect, specifically refers to the four people who carry coffins professionally, and these four people make a living by carrying coffins and moving corpses and digging holes in the ground.

Sixi exclaimed. "Old man, there is such a thing, study?"

Ergou also said. "Learn?"

The old cigarette gun's face was cloudy, and he couldn't bear the two of them, so he chatted with them. According to his words, they have a lineage of Buddhism, and in ancient times, they passed through the five elements, refined gossip, divided yin and yang, debated the world, watched the wind and water, and walked the mountains to explore the pulse. On weekdays, he helped people to approve words, touch the bones, choose the yin house, and secretly did some digging graves and robbing tombs, exploring holes and touching gold, to his grandfather's generation, the qualifications were poor, only learned three points of the way, and it was barely enough, his father was a concubine, a concubine, and he didn't even learn the fur, and he died early, he had no place in the family, so he ran away from home at the age of sixteen, drifting away from the rivers and lakes, and sometimes forced to make a living and did some work to carry the coffin and break the ground.

He also said that when his grandfather was young, he traveled north and south, watched the mountains and rivers, touched the gold and explored the caves, and could encounter some strange and strange things, and it was not uncommon for foxes and spirits to be felt.

Hearing this, the second dog's face was shocked for a while, and it was white for a while. "Is there really such a thing?"

Sixi smiled. "I don't think that the old ancestor of Nong is still rolling his head and is romantic, but what about the fox later, how can he become the ancestor of the Nong family?"

"Little Red Guy Dog Head Thief Brain, God's Hu Nonsense, Itchy Skin Looking for Smoking?"

The old cigarette gun face pulled, picked up the cigarette gun to fight, a fishing net in the water swinged, as if something bit the net, he was happy, both hands to pull, that knew that the water in the water was extremely violent, almost dragged him back to the river, thinking, should not net the big guy? The fishing net in his hand fell down smoothly, and his body accidentally slipped and fell on the wood pulp, knocking his nose and face swollen, and he grabbed the fishing net and shouted. "Hey Wazi, come and help, it seems to be a big guy."

"What kind of big guy is there, this ghost kills the sky, the shrimp is winter, can you still catch the finless porpoise?"

Although Sixi muttered in his mouth, the wood pulp in his hand was not slackened at all, if he really netted the finless porpoise, this cold night was not in vain, I heard that a drunken building in the east of the river was purchased at a high price, and the fresh one could be sold for about 20 oceans, which was a sky-high number for fishermen who dealt with the cold river wind for many years.

He was in a hurry, jumped into the wooden boat of the old smoking gun, caused the old smoking gun to stumble, and almost planted himself in the river again, and shouted behind him. "Dog eggs, quick, finless porpoise, catch the finless porpoise!"

When the second dog heard this, he shook off the guy in his hand, and paddled it here with both hands.

As soon as the three of them pulled the net, the thing in the water got rid of one by one, causing the wooden boat to sway, and the three of them stumbled.

The second dog barked. "Good fellow, this strength is so strong, I'm afraid it can withstand a cow, right?"

Four joys struggled. "No, this finless porpoise is big, but it can't pull it."

The old smoking gun tugged the fishing net a few times, frowned a little, and preached. "It looks like there's a net hanging down there, and someone has to go down and take a look."

"What, go into the water?" Ergou looked at the cold air on the rolling river, and his face was a little green. "This water is fierce and frozen, not to mention that you can't touch the finless porpoise, even if you touch it, you won't give it a live ice stick."

He looked at Sixi, who shook his right hand with four fingers, saying that the finless porpoise would rather not go into the water than to live or die.

"Little red guy, five catties and six catties on weekdays, wilting melons in the end, I owe it to drink wind and dew in this life."

The old smoking gun reprimanded, inserted the cigarette gun into the waistband of his trousers, found a rope and tied it around his waist, and told the two of them to be smart, pull the rope whenever there was a situation, and then exhaled and jumped into the water.

This time in the water, it was amazing, it was like being torn off the skin and thrown into the ice cellar, the body was trembling, and the stomach was under water, and the intestines were almost frozen.

A torrent came, wrapped him in, the turbulent and ruthless river cruelly poured into his nose, mouth, ears and throat, he rolled in the water for five or six times, and finally stabilized his body, shook his teeth, thinking that it was impossible to go down like this, and he didn't wait for the end, if he didn't choke to death, he had to freeze to death in this ice water.

The net was hung on a dark stone, no wonder it couldn't be moved, but there was no finless porpoise in it, and it looked like a big black iron box from a distance. The old smoker was startled, and swam over, and when he saw it, it was really a black iron box, and he didn't know what it contained. The body of the box was carved with some strange runes, and when he saw it in his eyes, his heart was cold, and it was colder than pouring a mouthful of river water.

He stared at it a few times, the box was unlocked, and he reached out to open it, but the door seemed to be stuck by something, and it couldn't be opened at all.

Suddenly, a whimpering cry startled him, and a black black black crow broke out of the bottom of the water, breaking the waves in all directions, and the river rolled and tumbled, washing him away.

The old smoking gun was stunned, and he gasped, where did the crows come from in the deep water of this cold river?

The rope behind him was pulled a few times, it was the signal given by Sixi and them, and the old smoking gun pulled it back twice, signaling them to close the net. He ripped off the fishing net hanging on the dark stone, and an iron thing on the net caught his attention, which had been completely corroded and rusted, and looked like a giant anchor, and he looked at it in surprise, confirming his suspicion, it was really an anchor, and the iron chain disappeared into the sand and gravel five or six meters away, as if it had been thrown up from the ground.

"Extradition of the undead? The old cigarette gun's face turned white, his body couldn't help but tremble, and he poured two mouthfuls of river water.

When he was young, he also traveled north and south and saw some of the world, which is a typical 'extradition of the undead', which has a great background.

The rope behind him was suddenly pulled a few times by a huge force, shaking his body up and down, and ruthlessly pouring a few mouthfuls of river water, he scolded secretly. "Little red guy, your hands and feet are not heavy." He pulled the rope a few times, but there was no reaction from above, and he didn't bother to delay, so he removed the anchor and swam to the surface with all his might. Suddenly there was a loss of strength under his feet, as if he was pulled by something, he was startled, raised his feet and kicked up, and the strange force in the water dragged him down, so startled that he kicked on all fours, and the ice water poured into his mouth and nose like a flood, choking tears fell out.

"It's not good, don't you be afraid of water monkeys?"

The first anti-water ghost of the old smoking gun is the water ghost, in this river, there are often water ghosts dragging people into the water, and there are not a few people who die. He stepped up in a panic, the thing was surprisingly strong, one tugged, only to feel that the cotton pants under his feet were torn, and the skin and flesh on his calves were half stripped raw, and there was a heart-rending pain, and the old smoking gun was so anxious that he used all four feet together, and fled to the surface of the water in a frenzy.

"Little red guy, pull the rope quickly, there is a water monkey underneath."

He rushed out of the water and screamed, but heard no response.

A creepy scream came, and the old cigarette gun sank, and when he looked up, there was a black and numb patch above his head. In the dark night like the lacquered cloth, I couldn't see how many there were, but I could see the dense red eyes hanging on the black cloth, which were so thick that they couldn't melt the blood.

A thing fell down coldly, landed on the back of the neck, snapped, hot, his body was stunned, and he took it off in surprise, it was a intestine, bloody, filthy feces in the intestines, there was a suffocating stench, a gushing gushing in his stomach, almost vomited, shook off the intestines in his hand and fled to the wooden boat, finally climbed away, the old smoking gun panted, the cold of the bones made him regain a little consciousness, he coughed twice, shouted. "Hey baby, two dogs?"

Around the wooden boat, except for the sound of rolling river waves, there were only strange screams overhead, and the old smoker looked around in fright, but he couldn't find the two of them. He has a chill on his back, what about the two little red guys? The little foot faintly felt as if he was still being held by something, and when he looked down, he couldn't help but feel a sense of the broken human hand.

The old cigarette gun's face turned white, he grabbed the severed hand and threw it into the river, after throwing it, he was afraid, how did that severed hand look like Sixi? The little red guy was young and naughty, his right hand was disabled, and only four of his five fingers remained.

Could it be that dragging himself in the water before was not a water ghost, but a four-happiness? Thinking of this, my back couldn't help but fall in a cold sweat. There was a pop around him, and something fell down, and it smashed next to the black iron box, rolling with a bang, and the hot liquid splashed all over him, and the old smoking gun looked at it in horror, and a bloody 'face' rolled to his feet, staring at him. The old smoker screamed in fright and jumped up. On the surface of the river, a deafening rumbling sound was suddenly heard, the river burst and the ground cracked, the heavens and the earth trembled, and the rolling angry waves swept over like a tsunami, and the wooden boat owner drifted to the west, crumbling, and he grabbed the hull of the boat again and again, and after several struggles, he did not drown in the river.

The sound of a humming whistle pierced the dark cold night.

In the darkness, a huge ship slowly approached, fireworks roared, singing and dancing, and there was the sound of clinking glasses.

On the bow of the ship, the 'm' flag, fluttering in the wind, he realized that it was a British tanker.

The old smoking gun had a bad feeling in his heart, and if he didn't die at this time, he would have to suffer from the shuttle of foreign devils, and he couldn't help but be afraid in his heart, and the fish that had been netting for so many years rarely hit the muzzle. When I was young, I also used to go to the north and south to explore the deep mountains, but I was not killed by the yin ghosts, and I didn't want to be planted in the hands of foreign devils today.

The huge ship didn't seem to notice him, and drove straight from the side, and the old smoking gun lay in the wooden boat in a daze and watched the iron bump drive by, secretly rejoicing in his heart, this foreign devil deserves to be blind, and this big living person can't see it.

The cold mist was covered with white dew, and the hull was wet, and the dirty red water was pouring down, as if it was oozing blood. He stared at the oil tanker in astonishment, but there was no one on it, the old smoking gun squinted his eyes in surprise and looked carefully, the iron sheet of the hull was so rotten that it seemed to fall off at the first touch, and the brightly lit compartment was empty, and there was no figure in sight.

The old smoker sighed in his heart, could it be that this is a ghost ship?