Master, another master, and a living master standing behind him. I suddenly dizzy, and I feel Nao Ren'er swaying back and forth in my head.
I looked at the dead master lying on the shore, and then at the master standing silently behind me. I was completely trapped, and I couldn't tell what it was like.
"You... You..." I looked at the master behind me and stammered and asked: "Master... Master?"
"The Siyang boat landed on the shore twenty miles downstream. It is dark now, and I will get the boat back tomorrow." The master didn't seem to see the change in my tone or expression, and said, "I'm not happy today. ,go home."
"Master, here is... Here is the God of Joy... He... He..."
Without a word, the master slowly walked to the corpse and knelt down to take a look.
He looked carefully, as if he wanted to see every hair of the body clearly. I was watching, and I felt my scalp numb. It's also due to the courage of the master. If you change someone else and look at a corpse that looks exactly like yourself, I guess my soul will be scared.
"Okay, really good, very good..." The master looked at the corpse from start to finish, said a few good words in his mouth, and then continued without looking back, he ordered: "Pick him up and go home. "
After saying this, the master took a step and left. I was full of doubts, but at the same time, I was completely out of ideas. The master ordered this, so I took a rope and stopped three rope flowers on the shoulders, waist, and legs of the corpse. Master.
"Master... who is this person...?" My heart couldn't calm down, and I even murmured to myself. If the master was walking in front, who would be the one that I was carrying
"This is someone who should have died a long time ago."
I have to ask again, but the master refused to say. I have no choice but to take the body home first.
The place where my master and I live is a small village called Qilu Village, with a total of fifty or sixty families. As the name implies, Qilu Village means the southeast, northwest, and there are seven roads in total. The country folks on the river beach rely on the sky for food throughout the year, or plant a few acres of meagre sandy soil, or drive a boat to fish or carry passengers in the river. They are all hard workers. When I returned to the village with the corpse and the master on my back, the lights were turned off in every household.
When I got home, the master asked me to untie the body, and then drag it to the hut where I usually store sundries and firewood. I ran to the kitchen to heat up a little leftover rice, but the master didn't eat it. He took a kitchen knife and a sharpening stone, sat next to the corpse, and slowly sharpened the knife. The sound of sharpening the knife seemed to grind my bones, making my teeth itch.
"Do you know, what are we going to fish for corpses?"
"This..." I felt that today's atmosphere was not right. I stayed next to the master and didn't dare to say anything. Until he asked me, I cautiously replied: "Master, you just told me today. You are in the river. Finding a corpse is to find a...a floating corpse with three eyes..."
"That's right." The master sharpened his knife and looked up at me: "Just to fish a floating corpse with three eyes, and then? What should I do if I get three eyes of joy?"
"Then I don't know, and you didn't say..." I felt more and more that the atmosphere was wrong. The back of my spine kept taking cold air and boldly asked: "Master, you are sharpening your knife here. What are you going to do? ?"
"The sharpening of the knife is a little bit better, and when it's time, I will take this person's heavenly spirit cover."
"Take his Heavenly Spirit Cap... What are you doing?"
"Don't you see?" The master freed a hand, pulled it on top of his head, and said, "I only have half of my skull. I have to fill it up with his skull."
At the moment the master rips off my hair, I really wish I was
I'm blind and can't see anything. The master's hair is still faintly wet, and the scalp is exposed as soon as the hair is stripped. I saw that his scalp was vaguely transparent, as if it was exactly what he said. He only has half of his skull, and the other half is covered by a vaguely transparent scalp. There seems to be something underneath the scalp. Beating gently suddenly.
I was so shocked that I couldn't speak, and I was so shocked that I couldn't speak, but I thought about it carefully. I have been apprentice for four years, and I have never cared whether the master's head is missing half of the skull.
"Is it weird?" The master started to sharpen the knife again, and while sharpening it, he asked me: "Fu Qiandeng hasn't told you that he has only half of his skull?"
This person is not a master! My whole body seemed to fall into the ice cellar all at once, and it was cold from head to toe. My master's name is Fu Qiandeng, and the so-called master in front of me asks me this way, it is enough to show that he is not a master!
Boom...
Just when my heart was throbbing, there was a sudden roar from not far away. The sound came very fast, like a thunder on the ground, and it seemed that something huge was sliding against the ground. Hearing this sound, the face of the fake master who was sharpening the knife suddenly changed, and a fierce and unusual light burst out of his eyes. He carried the knife, rushed out of the hut, and rushed to the courtyard gate in three steps and two steps.
All this happened very quickly, and at the same time he opened the courtyard door with the knife, the roar had already reached the door. Immediately afterwards, the entire courtyard wall was hit and collapsed. I clearly saw that a part of the bow came in between the broken bricks and shingles.
It was a boat that crashed into the yard.
Boom! ! !
I stood at the door of the hut, no longer knowing what to do. After a short period of hesitation, the boat outside the yard banged and knocked the fake master carrying the knife to the ground. At this moment, the ship completely appeared in front of me.
It wasn't until this time that I recollected it. The ferry that I saw today was full of passengers. It really wasn't an illusion!
It was the unmanned ferry that I had seen that crashed into the yard. The canopy of the ferry boat has been lifted off, and a dozen people are hanging on the canopy bracket.
Being so close, my heart, which was already shocked, now seems to be caught in a stormy sea. I can tell that the dozen or so people hanging on this ferry are all floating corpses that my master and I fished from the river in the past ten days. These floating corpses were originally sent to the Yizhuang in Getou Town, but never expected that these dozen or so gods of happiness, like hanging ghosts, hung around the ferry.
"Interesting." The fake master carrying the knife was turned over by the man hit by the ferry. When he got up from the ground, he spit out a bloody saliva, gritted his teeth and smiled: "Boy, you also opened your eyes today. , Have a long experience! Do you know the origin of this ship!? This is the keel ancestor ship of the corpse man!"
I just thought it was a strange thing that the ferry that I had seen during the day rushed into the village for no reason. I didn't expect this boat to have such a big origin.
The decent corpse collectors of the Yellow River generally regarded Guo Tong, a Shanxi native of the Sui Dynasty, as the ancestor. Every year on March 13th, it is said that the birthday of the patriarch, whether it is our Jinzhong school or the Xishen temple, we must carry out sacrifices.
The story of the ancestor master has been passed down word of mouth among the corpse hunters for thousands of years. Some people say that Master Guo Tongzu is a literary and martial artist, and all the allusions in the world, Taoism Xuanzong, side sect alchemy, medical gold and stone, are all exquisite. Master Patriarch spent most of his life walking around as a doctor. In ancient times, the Yellow River Basin was a battleground for military strategists. When wars, famines, and man-made disasters passed, there were countless corpses floating in the river, and so many corpses were left unattended for a long time. , It may cause a plague. It was Patriarch's earliest corpse hunting as a profession. It is rumored that the Patriarch once killed a Yellow River Flood Dragon while hunting corpses in the Yellow River.
The skeleton was made as a keel, and a keel boat was repaired.
This keel boat is not only a tool used by the ancestors to navigate the water, but also a spiritual symbol of the corpse collector. The master once mentioned to me about the keel ancestor boat, but I just listened to it as a gossip. I never thought that there is such a thing as a keel ancestor boat in the world.
As I thought about it, the dozen or so gods of joy hung on the keel boat, shaking like chaff, and clashed. Immediately afterwards, Heshen, whose feet were suspended in the air, began to jump up and down, as if someone in a juggling team was walking a tightrope. The scene was rare and frightening.
"I'm not afraid of these horrible tricks." The fake master threw down the kitchen knife in his hand with a bang, and did not know where to touch it, and found out a whistle.
"This whistle... Is this whistle in your hand?" I was a little frightened by the scene in front of me, but when I saw the whistle in the other's hand, I couldn't help but ask.
The little whistle is made of tube bones, white as jade. When I saw this whistle, the teacher's past that the master had told me in the past, could not help but come to mind.
This whistle has a lot to come.
Among the four tools that the corpse hunter usually uses, one is a whistle. This kind of whistle is called a "coffin whistle", which is a magic item used to dissolve corpses and corpses. The coffin whistle was originally not our unique tool for the corpse scavengers. This thing was learned by the ancestors of the corpse scavengers from the descendants of General Faqiu Zhonglang.
The coffin whistle used by the corpse scavengers usually uses cow bones, but if you are a little more particular, you will find a way to find a tiger bone from the Kanto side. The coffin whistle passed down by the ancestors of Shimen is called Shangfang whistle.
When Grand Master Guo Tongzu was traveling around the country, he met an outsider named Shang Fang. Shang Fang is not a Taoist, but he studies Taoist classics.
Before Shang Fang was dying, the Patriarch was by his side. But after the death of Shang Fang, the corpse was not left behind, just as it had evaporated, without a trace. The Patriarch was surprised, because according to this sign, Shang Fang was disintegrated.
Finally, while sorting out the clothes left by Shang Fang on the bed, the ancestor found a small piece of bone that had not been melted. The bones are as colored as jade and as hard as iron. The coffin whistle made from this bone cut is a weapon to ward off evil spirits.
Shangfang's whistle was passed on for nine generations at the gate of the division. In the end, his whereabouts were unknown. I always thought that this whistle would never be retrieved in the future. But I didn't expect that Shang Fangshao would be in the hands of this fake master.
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The fake master blew Shangfang's whistle, and the small whistle immediately made a sound like a person crying. The sound filled the yard, and for an instant, the joy god trembling up and down on the keel ancestor ship stopped.
"Take these rotten bones, just want to deal with me?" The fake master sneered with his whistle in his mouth.
The chirp whistle sound is endless, which is really a weapon to ward off evil spirits. The god of joy hanging on the keel boat seems to be trying to avoid the whistle sound. What I saw next to me was another hesitation. Shangfang whistle is a sharp weapon, but it depends on who uses it. This fake master is by no means my real master, but he is so good at using Shangfang’s whistle, don’t look like it’s just a whistle, no Ten years and eight years of kung fu is impossible to play.
boom! ! !
Just as the fake master used Shangfang whistle to suppress the god of happiness on the keel boat, the whole keel boat shook suddenly, and the green moss-grown wooden planks inlaid on the outside of the hull broke apart.
The keel boat swept in place, and the bow was like a swept mountain. The fake master was aggressive, but in front of the sinking keel boat, there was still not much power to fight back, and the whole person was directly knocked into flight.
The unmanned keel boat seemed to possess an unspeakable spirituality, and the hull rotated in place again and rammed into the fake master. This kind of force is overwhelming. The house in our yard is just an ordinary brick house, unable to withstand such a heavy impact. With a bang, the main house was knocked down in half.
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