When I fell off the cliff, my consciousness was in a trance, and I could only feel a pair of powerful hands grabbing me, and I was vaguely thinking in my heart, how could there be a pair of hands stretched out when all the corpses were hanging on the edge of the cliff. My eyelids were heavy, and I opened them hard, and my vision was no longer clear, but the moment I opened my eyes, I saw a corpse hanging on the edge of the cliff that seemed to suddenly come to life, and it was it that reached out and grabbed me.

In a blur, I saw a familiar face, grinning at me. My mind was a complete mess, I couldn't remember where I had seen this face, it always felt familiar. The wound from the mandrill bite came on quickly, and just as I was about to lose consciousness completely, I suddenly remembered that it was him!

The Yellow River, the huge stone coffin, the man in red!

That's him, the old ghost in red!

I almost couldn't help but want to exclaim, the stone coffin I had been looking for finally had some eyebrows, but it was too late to say another word, my head tilted, and the whole person completely fainted.

By the time I woke up, it was already mid-afternoon, half of my face was slightly numb, and I opened my eyes to see that I had been carried to the edge of a sparse elm forest far away from the riverbank.

I sat up with a huff, and turned my head to see that the old ghost in red was bending down to pick up dead branches and leaves in the forest not far away, and he took off his red and blood-like clothes, and somewhere found a tattered coat to put on his body, and walked back with a pile of dead branches.

I had an inexplicable fear of this person, and although I was always looking for a stone coffin, when he was really standing in front of me, I was still afraid, and I couldn't help but secretly retreat.

"You baby, it's a little stupid." The old ghost dropped the branch in his hand, squatted on the ground, fiddled with a ball of freshly skinned meat, and said, "If Lao Tzu hadn't just come out of the river and hung on the edge of the cliff to dry water, wouldn't you have fucking kicked your legs?" "

"You just came out of the river!?" I suddenly felt less afraid, because the desire to find my grandfather was so strong that I immediately leaned over to the old ghost and asked eagerly, "What about the coffin?" Stone coffins? "

"Lao Tzu is really a little suspicious, I wonder if you are the grandson of Chen Lao Liu." The old ghost began to light a fire, piled up those dead branches and rotten leaves, squinted his eyes, and said to me: "Your baby is not at all like Chen Lao Liu, not like him when he was young." "

At this time, the wound I had been bitten by the water ray was not serious, and my mind was very clear, and I felt that the old ghost did not seem to have malicious intent, otherwise I would have died ten times before when I fainted. So the fear in my heart disappeared little by little, and I simply squatted next to the fire, wanting to talk to him and ask about the specific situation.

It was also the first time I had been so close to the old ghost and could see his appearance clearly. He was lean and lean, but his face was a little pale, and he couldn't tell how old he was, and he seemed to be the same generation as my grandfather, but he was older. He had a lot of wrinkles on his face, and a long scar on his left and right cheeks. I don't know what the reason is, there is always a slight ** smell on his body, with an eerie atmosphere, just like the professional corpse digger by the river, dealing with all kinds of corpses all year round, and over time, he is also contaminated with the yin qi that cannot be washed away.

The old ghost obviously recognized me and knew that I was Chen Liujin's grandson, which made it much more convenient, and there was no need to beat around the bush to talk to him.

"Lao Tzu just came out of the water, and I thought it would take some effort to find you, but I didn't expect it to be so coincidental." The old ghost slowly roasted the washed and peeled meat on the fire, and I saw that it was the meat of the water ray, and I suddenly felt a little like vomiting.

When I first saw the old ghost in the stone coffin, I thought he was not human, terrifying, but when I really sat with him face to face, I would slowly feel that he was not so scary, he could speak, he could laugh, although the grin was very scary, but let me know that this was a living person.

"What are you looking for me to do?" I followed his words and asked, "What about my father?" Where is he? "

"Your father?" The old ghost grinned, the scars and wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, like a walnut, he turned the meat on the fire, and said, "Go to work, as for looking for you, there must be something." "

"My grandfather is at work? What kind of work? "

"Top Lao Tzu's class, Lao Tzu has been floating in the river for fifty years, it's time to go ashore for ventilation." The old ghost smiled, but the eyes that were almost wrapped in wrinkles suddenly deepened, and there was something more in his eyes, I was still young at the time, and I couldn't understand it, and I didn't understand it until I thought about it many years later, and that kind of thing was called sadness. The old ghost coughed and said slowly: "Fifty years, it has passed in a flash, when Lao Tzu went into the water, his waist was straight, and now, it has become rickety."

The old ghost's words suddenly made me think of something, when my grandfather encountered the stone coffin, although he was a little panicked, but now that I think about it, there is always something intriguing in his panic.

"It seems that you are the lifeblood of Chen Lao Liu." The old ghost continued: "When I went out of the river, he specially asked me to look for you, not for anything else, but to see if you are happy or not to live now. "

"My father, where is he?"

"Don't look for it, you can't find it." The old ghost rolled his eyelids and said: "This job, you should have been on it, but Chen Lao Liu looked at you more than life, and he was on top of it, Lao Tzu didn't care so much, Chen Lao Liu asked Lao Tzu to find you, and now he has found it, take you to do two things, Lao Tzu has nothing to do." "

I refused to give up, I didn't want anything in my head, I just wanted to find my grandfather, I continued to ask the old ghost, but the old ghost's mouth was very tight, and he didn't say a word about what he shouldn't say. When I asked in a hurry, he was a little irritable, and scolded me in an aggravated tone: "You doll who doesn't know the smell of!" Ask so much what to do! Ask clearly, can you withstand the result? "

I was already afraid of the old ghost, and as soon as he lost his temper, I didn't dare to say more. The old ghost gasped twice, tore half of the almost cooked meat and threw it to me, the mandrill often haunts the floating corpses, the meat has a fishy smell, and it feels dry when it smells, but the old ghost eats very deliciously.

"Baby, tell you." The old ghost ate all the meat, and his tone became softened, and said, "A mandrill almost killed you, if you know anything to ensure that these things are not taken out of your mouth?" You don't have Chen Laoliu's ability, and Chen Laoliu also knows your grandson's catty, so he doesn't say anything, and you don't ask. "

I was a little blushing and annoyed by what the old ghost said, but I didn't know how to refute him, if it wasn't for the old ghost who happened to be hanging on the corpse cliff today, I might have died.

However, although he didn't say anything, I could tell from the words that my grandfather's affairs were really not that simple.

The old ghost and I sat here, he was a little weird, and he would often look at the river in the distance in a daze, and he would be stunned for an hour. I was bored, and I didn't dare to talk casually, the two of them sat until it was dark, he stood up and said: "Let's go, rest for a night, Lao Tzu will take you to do something, this is Chen Lao Liu's explanation, Lao Tzu and he have a little friendship, this bit of face can not be given." "

The old ghost said as he took me away, and after walking for a while, I vaguely recognized the surrounding terrain, this place was actually not very far from the Corpse Cliff, and the route we took gradually led to the Corpse Cliff.

"Why do you want to go to that place?" I felt a little strange and asked the old ghost, "What else do you want to do?" "

"Lao Tzu's yang energy is too heavy, otherwise he wouldn't have been dragged to work back then, and he would have to find a dead man to sleep in at night." The old ghost said, "You're asleep down there." "

After the old ghost finished speaking, he didn't make a sound, we walked all the way to the cliff, he climbed to the edge of the cliff, and then grabbed a straw rope and fell to the side of the river, squeezed between the two corpses that didn't know how long they had been hanging, the wind in the night was a little strong, and the corpse was blowing back and forth, and the smell came to the nose, but the old ghost seemed to stay very comfortable, and after a few minutes, there was even a faint snoring sound.

I lay at the bottom of the cliff, and I didn't close my eyes all night, and I couldn't sleep. Xiaopanhe Village, Grandpa, the stone coffin, these things suddenly became more complicated in my heart.

After staying up all night, before the sky was bright, the old ghost turned over from the edge of the cliff, shook his body, and ran back and forth on the river beach like crazy a few times, and waited until his head was slightly sweating, he stopped his feet, and took this opportunity to ask him, "What did my father tell you to take me for?" "

"Chen Lao Liu asked Lao Tzu to take you to go through a few old accounts." The old ghost clenched his fists, shook his arms, and the bones of his body rattled back and forth a few times, and said, "Baby, do you know Baoliu Village around Lianggouzi?" That place is still there, right? "

As soon as the old ghost said that Baoliu Village around Lianggouzi, my heart jumped, people on both sides of the river, it is estimated that there is no one who does not know that place, the name of Baoliu Village has a long history, but the boaters of the Yellow River are rarely called Baoliu Village, where to mention, people always call **.

The people of Baoliu Village are all surnamed Song, and the whole village is a family, and since the time of the Republic of China, the Song family has been engaged in the profession of retrieving corpses. In the eyes of ordinary people, corpse recovery is one of the most mysterious and bizarre professions along the banks of the river. That village is said to be surrounded by a yin aura all year round, and the Song family itself is a reckless family in the rivers and lakes, and the power of the sect in the past two years is so great, but it is easy not to get along with the Song family. The emperor is far away, the head snake is the king, and there is not much wind blowing from the outside world on the remote Yellow River beach.

"Let's go." The old ghost shouted, strolled forward, and as he walked, he raised his throat and shouted the song I had heard for an unknown number of times.

I don't know what old accounts my grandfather has with the ** people, because he never mentioned it. But following the old ghost and listening to the desolate tune of the river patrol, I suddenly felt that there was a strong murderous aura exuded from him, which made me shiver suddenly.