People don't think about their muscles and bones, I am really tired after tossing for the past few days, and the faces of Tong Xiaomeng and Jin Yiyi are not much better than mine, and after the paper burning worship, he urged Chen Tao to hurry up and get on the boat, and cross the river early to find a place to rest.

A lone boat docked by the river. Chen Tao helped us onto the boat one by one, and after untying the rope tied to the estuary, he pulled the reins, "poofed", and jumped into the river.

A few of us were stunned for a moment.

Then, Jin Yiyi scolded: "Fuck, I know that this grandson is not a good person, no matter how fragrant this shit is, it is fucking shit." ”

"Don't talk!"

When I turned around, I saw Chen Tao's head floating from the water to the surface, tying one end of the rope to the bow of the boat, and putting a "dead cow" buckle on his shoulder, as if he really planned to "pull" us across the river.

"You, are you really going to pull us over?" Jin Yiyi shouted in surprise.

Chen Tao nodded and said, "Don't talk when crossing the river, if you disturb the king of the Yellow River, you will have to fall into the river to feed the fish and turtles." ”

Jin Yi glared at the beads of his eyes and said: "What about you, you are swimming in the water, and you must not overturn the house of the king of the Yellow River, who will protect you then." ”

Chen Tao said: "No need. ”

After Chen Tao tied the rope tightly on both shoulders, he pounced forward, the rope was connected to the hull of the boat, and it was tightened a little bit, Tong Xiaomeng and I looked at each other when we saw this, and felt the board under our feet gently shake twice, and the boat carried people and began to slowly sail away from the riverbank.

"What's going on?" Tong Xiaomeng looked at me and asked in a low voice.

I shook my head, but my heart gradually became a little clear about Chen Tao's identity, I didn't expect to meet the Yellow River water ghost in such a poor and remote place.

The Yellow River water ghost is a special profession, similar to the heavenly burial master in Tibet and the corpse bearer in Xiangxi, all of whom deal with the dead. It's just that the celestial burial master and the corpse bearer are guarding the dead, and the water ghost is dealing with the mysterious "dead" under the Yellow River.

It is said that some of the corpses that died in the Yellow River did not rise to the surface of the water due to the expansion of the decaying gas in the corpses over time, but would always stand upright in the water, maintaining a walking posture, and the corpses slowly moved forward with the waves, as if walking slowly at the bottom of the river.

Many times in the dry riverbed, you can see clear footprints in the mud, step by step to the depths, after reaching the end will turn around and turn in a direction, if you follow these footprints to keep looking, you will be able to find some bottomless river holes in the riverbed, the footprints of the corpses disappear on the edge of the hole, and when the river rises, they will come out of the water hole.

It is said that these people who died in the Yellow River were so angry that they refused to leave, and they had to wait until they killed others before they would fall. This legend is very scary, think about it, you sit on the boat and want to cross the river, look down when you look down and play with your mobile phone, and see a person walking under the water, and look up at you Sensen smile, this feeling is absolutely unforgettable, and when you encounter this kind of thing, without the help of water ghosts, it is generally difficult to cross the river alive.

"Water ghost" is a separate name, not a simple Yellow River corpse fisher, they all have a teacher, or family tradition, its unique ability is called "water ghost please evil", it is said to be a lost secret method, I have heard that this kind of water ghost has to use a secret potion since childhood, and after more than ten years of water watching practice on the side of the Yellow River, the eyes can see through the turbid river water, and you can see the walking corpse under the water at a glance.

I looked at Chen Tao's back in the water and felt that even if he was not a pure Yellow River water ghost, he must know people in this industry to learn such skills.

Even if you go down the river, you can see that Chen Tao is struggling to swim. After all, it sounds incredible to want to pull a boat carrying three adults to swim from one end of the Yellow River to the other, and I noticed that the color of the skin on Chen Tao's shoulders and the back of his neck looks a little different, like a thick layer of calluses, which should also be deliberately practiced, in order to avoid the water-stained rope from wearing down the skin, and blood seeping into the river water, attracting those unclean things.

When I met such a person, I suddenly felt that it was not so important whether I went to the other side of the river or not, but whether he was willing to help me or take me to his master.

I saw that the expression on Tong Xiaomeng's face was a little unbearable, so I made a lip shape to her, meaning that she would give more money after she went ashore, so she nodded reassuringly.

At this time, the sunset has fallen on the curved river in the distance, and the afterglow like blood is sprinkled on the entire river, Chen Tao's back of the boat looks a little heroic at this time, I try not to look at him, I raised my eyes to the other side of the river, and saw that far away, at the other end of the river, a wisp of pale golden smoke rose from the ground to the air in the sight, and disappeared without a trace.

I rubbed my eyes, and another wisp of pale golden smoke rose into the air, and as the last rays of the sunset faded over the end of the mountain, it never reappeared.

"Huang Ling Qing Demon, Red Treasure White ......"

I remembered the record of Wangqi in the ancient books, the golden complexion means that there are heavenly spirits practicing here, and the pale golden vitality, the number of years of cultivation is probably not less than one Jiazi.

I swallowed softly down my throat, and my heart pounded.

The source of the flow of vitality is in the direction of Shanxia Village, and the first thing I think of is the huge Wang Ba shell in the photo, but when I think about it, Juao has been dead for I don't know how many years, and the vitality is still circulating, which means that the heavenly spirits are still cultivating, but if it is not Juao, there must be other heavenly spirits in the Shanxia Village, what will it be?

In contemplation, a loud sneeze interrupted my train of thought, and Tong Xiaomeng and I looked at Jin Yiyi with a frightened face at the same time, and saw him rubbing his nose with his hand and opening his mouth in embarrassment, but his eyes widened in the same horror, looking down at the river on both sides.

The boat didn't move.

The whole boat seemed to be nailed to the surface of the river, the surrounding river water was rolling, Chen Tao was pulled by the rope in front of his face was red, both shoulders were bleeding, but the hull of the boat did not move, like an iron plate welded here, the three people on the boat looked at each other, and their faces instantly became ugly.

"I, I ......"

Jin Yiyi's face was pale, and he trembled and wanted to explain something, but Chen Tao had already turned his head, made a silent gesture to everyone on the boat, turned his head to look around the river, took a deep breath, and plunged his head into the water.

The surface of the Yellow River, where the river was rolling, suddenly quieted down, and the three people standing on the boat, you look at me, I look at you, for a while they didn't understand what was going on.

Several people were afraid, so no one dared to speak, and waited on the boat dryly, but after waiting for a long time, they saw Jin Yiyi's expression like seeing a ghost, and suddenly shouted: "What is that?!" ”

When I looked down, I saw that in the depths of the river, which had dimmed with the sunset, I don't know when, two lantern-like fires lit up, which were slowly flickering on both sides of the boat.

Underwater, how can there be lanterns?

I suddenly became nervous, and pulled out a short knife from my waist with my backhand, and Jin Yichi followed suit, pulling out a black pistol and aiming it at the fire in the river.

I looked at him in amazement, I didn't expect this grandson to go out with a gun, but I was relieved, the goods usually go to some rare places, where the conflict of interest can be fatal at any time, I also thought about buying a gun on the black market to defend myself, but for various reasons it has not been realized.

Jin Yiyi and I protected Tong Xiaomeng in the middle as if we were facing a great enemy, and one person stood aside, staring at the pair of fires with our eyes, ready to fight it at any time.

The two lanterns floated and fell under the water, as if the eyes of monsters were watching us in the water, and my palm holding the hilt of the knife was slightly sweaty, and the river breeze was cool and soaked on my body.

After waiting for about two or three minutes, there was a splash on the water, Chen Tao came out of the water, leaned up, stretched out his hand to me, I quickly grabbed his hand, and brought it back, Chen Tao then turned over and climbed onto the boat, too late to wipe off the water stains on his face, and hurriedly said:

"Let's go, tonight the Yellow River Niangniang is married, and she wants to leave us to sacrifice to the river!"