After two or three minutes of talking together, the two men slowly descended into the water, and soon, the water was flooding their chests.

Master Tang slowly approached the culvert and slowly sank his body, and the water quickly reached his chin - almost the river flowed into his mouth.

This indicates that the abandoned culvert is located at a relatively deep point underwater.

The two fishermen communicated with each other, slowly sticking the head of the bamboo pole into the culvert, because there were too many people near the scene, it was noisy and noisy, and it was difficult to hear what they were saying, so the way they communicated was mainly by gestures.

Master Tang controlled the direction of the bamboo pole at the mouth of the culvert, and Fan Dengbiao grabbed the tail of the bamboo pole and slowly pushed it into the culvert, the bamboo pole was moving underwater, and the people on the river bank could not see the bamboo pole - they could only see Master Fan's body slowly moving towards the culvert mouth.

Master Fan advanced about 2.5 meters and stopped.

The people on the riverbank suddenly fell silent, and some were still muttering, but much quieter.

The two men replaced gestures with words.

"Old Tang, do you want to go in a little more?"

"Old Fan, go about fifty centimeters further."

Fan Dengbiao advanced about fifty centimeters towards the culvert mouth.

"How's it going?"

"Okay, almost. You advance and retreat - slowly move back - slowly push forward, come a few more times, turn the bamboo pole a few more times. ”

The people standing on the shore can understand what they mean, "one advance and one retreat" is to use the head of the iron hook to find the snakeskin pocket, "turn the bamboo pole a few more times" is to find the best contact point, and only by hooking the head of the iron hook to the snakeskin bag can the snakeskin bag be pulled out of the culvert.

Van Dengbiao's hands were underwater, advancing and retreating, and after a few repetitions, he began to move his body backwards.

When the iron hook hooks the foreign object, Master Fan's hand should have a feeling. Because the culvert is basically silt, the bamboo poles and iron hooks can advance and retreat freely in the culvert, which can be seen from Lao Li's speed and expression as he advances and retreats.

A few minutes later, Van Dengbiao suddenly paused.

"Old Fan, did you hook something?"

"Old Tang, it seems that he has hooked something."

"You pull a look - a little lighter - a little more leisurely."

Fan Dengbiao's hands began to slowly pull back, and his body slowly stepped back.

Ouyang Ping and Liu Dayu stood on the slope protection next to the culvert, and patches of sewage appeared under the water from time to time, and soon the entire water surface turned black.

"Old Tang, it's quite heavy." Van Deng Biao.

Lao Tang also sank his body underwater, grabbed the bamboo pole with both hands, and pulled it out with Lao Li.

Suddenly, Lao Li's body leaned back, and the whole person, along with his head, sank into the water, and Lao Tang also sank into the water because his body was out of balance.

The two of them suddenly came out of the water again, wiping the water from their eyes with the back of their hands while spitting out the dirty water in their mouths.

It was clear that the hook had slipped off the object, perhaps the snakeskin pouch had been soaked underwater for too long and had lost its strength, or it could have been something else.

Lao Li put down the bamboo pole and held a few mouthfuls of clean water with both hands, he was far away from the mouth of the culvert, and the river water around him was relatively clean.

Old Tang picked up the head of the bamboo pole and looked at it, and the iron hook was still on top of the bamboo pole.

What else would be in the culvert besides snakeskin pockets and human heads?