Seeing this amazing scene in front of me, I suddenly remembered what the fellow said before, every first and fifteenth day of the new year, this Huangquan River will float corpses, at that time I thought it was just a nameless corpse floating occasionally like just now, and I didn't care.
But when I saw this scene in front of me, I finally knew why the villager said that the villagers had never swam in this river, and why the villagers called this river Huangquan Water.
The corpses lined up in a straight line drifted forward silently, looking up, in the bright sky, they couldn't see the edge at a glance!
How many corpses does it have to be to achieve this effect?
My heart jumped, but the corpse was okay to say, if it was like the corpse just now, maybe there were a large number of ghosts waiting for us nearby.
Although these dried corpses are defenseless and cannot distinguish the era, judging from the corpses, they are hundreds of years old.
The Yin Soul that has been cultivated over hundreds of years is definitely not to be underestimated, let alone such a large number.
Not only my face is solemn, but so are the fat men and Zhao Yongkun.
With Zhao Yongkun's ability to use hand prints, an ordinary Yin Soul, no matter how strong he is, he can deal with one or two at the same time, but these corpses in front of him seem to be endless, as long as one tenth of these corpses we see with our eyes form Yin Souls, it is definitely not something we can deal with.
It's just something that can be seen, not to mention that the corpse is still appearing, and who knows how many we haven't seen.
It's really not good, and when the time comes, I can only let the pupil come out.
For Hitomi, as long as the other Yin Spirits did not give birth to Yin Spirits and became Yin Gods, the number was meaningless at all.
After the corpses drifted in a straight line across the river in front of us, everyone gradually got used to it, recovered from the shock, and speculated about the origin of the corpse.
Mr.
Liu called us together again, not to mention the strange large number of corpses in front of us, but just asked us if we wanted to take a detour.
Tang Mingyang and Fan Zhichao both supported the detour, but Zhao Yongkun and I were noncommittal about the proposal.
Although we both know best how great the danger lies behind these corpses, people in metaphysics must have an inquiring heart when they have seen this strange situation.
If you don't do anything because of danger all the time, how can you improve the metaphysical realm?
Seeing that the enthusiasm of the two of us was not high, Mr.
Liu was a little embarrassed.
Although he was not a metaphysical person, he obviously sensed the danger, and if he couldn't make a quick decision at this time, he might not know what would happen after dark.
But he had to take care of my and Zhao Yongkun's face.
While he was hesitating, the fat man suddenly said, "I remember that when the two villagers left today, the young man seemed to have something to say, but was interrupted by his father. ” "Huh?"
Mr.
Liu frowned, turned his head and asked him, "What do you mean?"
” The fat man smiled and said, "The father and son are dressed as medicine farmers, and they obviously make a living by collecting medicines.
Rare herbs generally grow in the mountains, today the two fathers and sons are carrying empty baskets, obviously to go into the mountains to collect medicine, but after meeting us, they went back in the direction when they came and went, don't you think it's a little strange?
” Zhao Yongkun also reacted, "You mean, the father and son know the way to cross the river?"
” The fat man nodded, "Although this place is already inaccessible, but we walked here from the scenic spot, it only took a whole morning, for the medicine pickers, this is far from a deep mountain, and it is impossible to collect too good medicine."
Judging from the various circumstances before and after, their father and son must know the way to cross the river. ” Mr.
Liu thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, since they know how to cross the river, then invite them over!"
Fan Zhichao!
” Mr.
Liu called Fan Zhichao over and gave him a detailed order, and then Fan Zhichao took four or five people and hurriedly went to the direction of the village downstream of the river according to the map.
The rest of us stayed on the banks of the river to rest.
However, because the large number of corpses in the river looked so horrific, we finally retreated to a few hundred meters from the riverbank.
For more than two hours, when the dinner was finished in the evening, Fan Zhichao came back with people, accompanied by the father and son who were crying and mourning.
Judging from this efficiency, it is estimated that Fan Zhichao found someone in the past, and without saying a word, he was directly tied up.
Mr.
Liu tried his best to talk to the two of them very kindly, implicitly expressing that we must cross the river and let them help.
The young descendant seemed to be a little scared and didn't talk much, while his father kept shaking his head, still saying something about the mountain god's grandfather to punish or something.
In the end, Mr.
Liu was impatient, and directly took out 50,000 yuan, saying that this was their reward and the final condition.
The old villager seemed a little unmoved, but before he could speak, the young descendant agreed and said, "Okay, I'll take you across the river!"
” Originally, they crossed the river, we just guessed, but now that it is confirmed, there is definitely no room for the two of them to refuse.
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The old villager looked at his son with a sad face, and finally nodded helplessly.
At this time, the negative emotions brought about by the floating corpses on the river were finally alleviated.
We all breathed a sigh of relief, and the old villager father and son also introduced themselves, and their surnames were Zheng, so let's call them Lao Zheng and Xiao Zheng.
After agreeing to take us across the river, Lao Zheng also explained the method very happily, saying that tonight, at twelve o'clock, a road could appear on the river, and he knew the location and would take us over when the time came.
A road appears on the river?
This statement sounds a little strange, and we don't believe it subconsciously, but when we ask Lao Zheng again, he doesn't want to say anything, just say that when the time comes, we will follow him, and we will know.
And said let's not be afraid.
Tang Mingyang laughed when he said this, and said that he was not afraid of a river of corpses floating on the river, and he was afraid of anything else.
Lao Zheng said leisurely that the bridge was more terrible than these dead people.
Tang Mingyang grinned and said he didn't believe it, and everyone else was giggling and didn't take Lao Zheng's words seriously.
It was dinner time, and after we had a full dinner with the supplies we had brought, we began to pack our things and prepare to go.
Before leaving, Lao Zheng went to find Mr.
Liu, saying that he would take us to cross the river in the evening, and asked if he could let his son Xiao Zheng go back to the village first.
Mr.
Liu called Xiao Zheng over with a smile, and took another 50,000 yuan out, saying that if one person goes, he will take one person's money, and two people will take two people's money.
As soon as his voice fell, Xiao Zheng immediately said that he could also go with him.
Lao Zheng sighed helplessly and didn't mention it again.
Packed up, at about eleven o'clock in the evening, we went to the upper reaches of the Huangquan River under the leadership of Lao Zheng.
Because it is walking along the river bank, the full moon illuminates the river very brightly, and a row of slowly floating corpses can be seen very clearly in the night, and the environment is very gloomy.
But after watching it for a long time, my heart gradually became numb.
We were going in the opposite direction to the corpse drifting, but our line was in a straight line, and it looked like the corpse was in a straight line.
I looked at the procession I was walking on, and then at the procession of corpses on the river, and I felt that life and death were blending together.
Soon, Lao Zheng's father and son, who were walking at the front of the team, stopped and signaled to the place.
I looked up at the river in front of me and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
The river in front of me was also full of corpses, but instead of lining up in a straight vertical line like downstream, many corpses were piled up horizontally, covering the entire surface of the river!
And these corpses were not crawling in the water, but lying on their backs, with dry skull-like heads, and their black holes with their mouths wide open, facing the moon in the sky, as if they wanted to absorb the moonlight.
And the light of the moon shone in the two eye sockets, which seemed to make these dried corpses have a pair of moon-white eyes, which looked weird and terrifying.
The bridge that Lao Zheng said was actually a floating corpse bridge made of this pile of corpses!
Looking at the dense dried corpses under the moonlight, I remembered the statement in "The Book of the Dead" about zombies devouring the moon and being born, and my heart was even more numb.
Damn, how terrible would it be if all these dried corpses devoured Yuehua and turned into zombies?
Lao Zheng is just an ordinary person, where did he get so much courage to dare to cross the river in the middle of the night by stepping on the bodies of a group of dead people?