Lin Qian fell silent, smoking silently without saying a word. He regretted asking this question.

This old man is so unreasonable, he is so old...

The moonlight falls on the plains, and the grass turns yellow, just like the Yellow River in winter.

Lin Qian just sat like this all night, listening to the news. During this period, the Tibetan Mastiff went out several times, and every time he came back, he brought back one or several different ghosts to Lin Qian.

Although Lin Qian felt a little weird, as if he was being fed by a dog, Lin Qian didn't care and ate as much as he came.

As the number of visits increased, Lin Qian found that the mastiff looked at him more and more kindly.

This is a bit outrageous...

Lin Qian didn't even know what the principle was.

When the rooster crows, floating light appears, the golden sun leaps, and people become angry.

Smoke gradually rises from the village, and the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs make this small and medium-sized village come alive.

Lin Qian watched this scene quietly, the old locust tree was swaying, it was the next day.

The old man blew out a puff of smoke, knocked the pipe in his hand, and then stood up:

"Young man, let's go. The old man will take you to retrieve the corpse. With you here, the old man doesn't have to waste time dealing with those evil spirits."

"I just want to take you to take a look at the ghost-suppressing pillar, but the old man has promised that you can't have any evil thoughts about that pillar."

"That thing is the foundation of the Yellow River. Without it, the Yellow River has no power to suppress the ghost."

The old man rubbed the Tibetan Mastiff's head:

"Xiao Hei, go and pull the boat out."

The black Tibetan Mastiff was very obedient. She stood up and walked to the back of the hut. After a while, a small wooden boat was pulled out by her.

Lin Qian sat up and stared at the old man:

"Didn't you say you don't know what the Yellow River is like?"

"Well, yes, the old man doesn't know. What's wrong?"

The old man looked at Lin Qian with some confusion, not understanding why Lin Qian would ask this.

Hearing this, Lin Qian fell silent. Good guy, this old man is dishonest.

"no problem."

Lin Qian didn't bother to ask. Anyway, he came here just to deliver the letter. If he could, he would eat the contents of the ghost coffin.

alright, that's fine.

"baffling."

The old man muttered, turned back to the house, and took out a bamboo pole as black as ink. There was a rusty hook at the end of the pole that exuded the smell of corpses.

There is a chain tied to the other end of the pole, also rusty.

When Lin Qian saw this pole and recalled what the old man said last night, his face looked a little unhappy.

But he didn't say anything, too lazy to care.

"Let's go, young man, let me show you the unique skills of the corpse hunter."

The old man waved to Lin Qian, then put the pole on his shoulders and walked towards the river.

The Tibetan Mastiff was following the old man, pulling a small wooden boat behind her.

Lin Qian's eyes flickered, and after thinking for a while, she didn't refuse and followed directly.

He also wanted to see the legendary methods of those who fished out corpses from the Yellow River.

The morning sun has first appeared, but it is still very cold in the winter morning, and the wind by the river is extremely strong.

It's like someone is slapping you in the face, but you still can't do anything to him.

Lin Qian is in this state now. Although it has no effect, his clothes are floating up.

He looks very handsome.

The old man was walking in front, and beside him, a ravine appeared, which was made by the boat.

Looking at the depth of the ravine, it couldn't have been like this within a few years.

The wind was strong and the water was fast on the river. With a splash, the boat was thrown into the river by the Tibetan Mastiff.

The old man got on the boat in one step, followed closely by the Tibetan Mastiff.

"Young man, come up quickly. The old man will show you the real Yellow River."

Lin Qian's expression moved slightly when he heard this, then he thought about it and walked up.

The boat's draft is not deep, even with two people and a dog.

The Tibetan Mastiff was sitting in the boat, and Lin Qian was only one head taller than him.

The old man stood on the bow of the boat and looked at the sky. With a smile on his face, he inserted a nearly two-meter bamboo pole into the water. With a slight exertion, the boat rowed forward.

Lin Qian stood at the stern of the boat, his sleeves rustling in the river wind. Looking at the water, a coldness emerged from the boat.

The surroundings became dark and dark, and the fog that came from nowhere began to gather.

Lin Qian watched all this with a calm expression. The boat floated on the water. The water was no longer turbid, but became crystal clear.

The coldness spread in the water, and in just the blink of an eye, the sky became completely dark.

Gradually, light began to appear on the water, and bits and pieces of dim light emerged from the water.

Lin Qian suddenly raised his head and looked up. The child's hole shrunk, and in the sky, there were eighty-four thousand Big Dippers, shining brightly. There was a bright moon in the sky, and all the purple stars were there.

"Great scenery, the Tianhe is bright, and the Yellow River is full of fireflies. Is this the real Yellow River?"

"Hey, how are you? Isn't it shocking? The old man was like this when he first retrieved the corpse."

"At that time, the old man just thought that the corpse fishermen were fishing for corpses in the Yellow River, but he didn't expect it to be here." The old man looked at Lin Qian with a smile.

Lin Qian's eyes flashed as he looked around. The fireflies were shining brightly and the stars were falling into the world. It was almost impossible to believe that this place was a strange place.

The old man rowed slowly, not knowing where his purpose was, he was just rowing.

"Are these ghosts also ghosts?"

Lin Qian stared at the green dots rising from the water, curious.

"No, it's just ghost grass, a kind of waterweed that has been eroded by supernatural beings."

"The old man's dry smoke is made of this stuff, but it's just a little to nothing. If there are too many, evil ghosts will appear. The old man usually calls these ghosts water ghosts."

"So these ghost grasses need to be cleaned regularly, but fortunately, these things may not increase much in a month, so cleaning them once in a while can take care of more than a year."

"Of course, all these things cannot be cleaned up. If all are cleaned up, the ghosts will come ashore much faster. Some ghosts that originally took five days to land may only need one day."

"So these things are still very useful."

The old man picked up some dim light with a bamboo pole. Lin Qian looked at it and saw that it was almost the same as what the old man said. It was indeed some water plants, but there were just a few fluorescent lights flashing on these water plants.

The old man only fished some and stopped fishing, and the boat continued to move forward.

You can't see the shore here, the surroundings are very quiet, and there seems to be nothing except the endless river.

The Tibetan Mastiff sat quietly on the boat, staring straight ahead.

Suddenly, the Tibetan Mastiff touched the old man gently. The old man seemed to understand something. With a slight exertion of the bamboo pole in his hand, the boat changed its direction instantly.

Lin Qian just looked at it without saying a word or being curious.

The boat floats, swaying the water plants and moving them forward. Don't think that these water plants are not dangerous.

If it weren't for the obstruction of this small boat, these water plants would have sunk the boat long ago.

Water plants and fireflies crossed the high pavilion. Lin Qian looked ahead, and the mist surged in the distance.

"found it."

The old man suddenly spoke and used the bamboo pole in his hand hard, and then Lin Qian saw a corpse with pale skin being fished out of Shuixiao by the old man.

The hook on the bamboo pole was hooked directly on the neck of the corpse.

This is a female corpse, with pale skin, numb expression, and a white slit in her chin.

This is a ghost.

As the woman's body was fished out of the water by the old man, Lin Qian could clearly feel that the boat had sunk slightly. It was very subtle and could not be felt if you were not careful.

This phenomenon made Lin Qian a little surprised:

"It seems that this small boat can't hold too many ghosts."

"Young man, catch it."

The old man handed over the ghost on the bamboo pole. Lin Qian did not refuse. He reached out and grabbed the female corpse, took it off the hook, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Seeing this scene, the old man nodded, his face full of relief:

"The old man knew it was right to bring you here. With you here, the old man doesn't have to go back to deal with these evil spirits."
Chapter completed!