My surname is Tuoba, and my single name is the word "六".

Tuoba Gu, a very cold and arrogant name.

Tuoba is a surname derived from the Xianbei people and is said to be descendants of Huangdi.

It is said that our Tuoba family was a royal relative in the Northern Wei Dynasty. Later, as the years passed and the dynasties changed, the tribesmen naturally fell apart and became displaced. Later, the ancestors of our family somehow lived in Hezi Village in Sanmenxia, ​​and since then they lived by the Yellow River for generations, so we have deep feelings for the Yellow River.

I don’t know when my ancestors entered the Yellow River corpse fisherman business. I only know that the Yellow River corpse fisherman technology was passed down to my grandfather’s generation and did not continue to pass on. My grandfather was originally planning to pass on this craft to my father, but my father had an accident while on the boat and passed away prematurely, leaving behind a young and ignorant me and my heartbroken mother. My father’s death brought a heavy blow to my mother. My mother was depressed all day long, and she passed away two years later and followed her father. At that time, I could only learn to speak, and it was my grandfather who pulled me up with shit and urine. Because I had no parents, my grandfather named me Tuoba Gu.

When I was young, because no one was taking care of my family, my grandfather would take me with me every time he went out on the boat.

I remember that during the summer vacation when I was seven years old, I went out with my grandfather. That day, my grandfather received a business. A little girl drowned in Panshi Village upstream. The little girl's parents asked someone to ask my grandfather to go out to help salvage her.

Before leaving the boat, my grandfather brought a big red rooster, cut off the chicken's head, sprinkled the chicken's blood on the deck, and sang a sacred lyrics with strange tone: "Dear King... You must bless your descendants... You are an immortal god... You let all the wandering souls go back... Let us a safe ancient road of the Yellow River... yah... yah..."

I also knelt beside my grandfather and sang like a decent voice in his tone.

After singing the song, the lit incense candle was inserted into a bowl of snow-white glutinous rice, placed the chicken head in the middle of the bow of the boat, and bowed three devoutly to the chicken head, and then sank the glutinous rice with the incense candle into the Yellow River together with the big red rooster.

This is a rule passed down by our ancestors. Before leaving the boat, the corpse-fishing man must worship the King of the Yellow River to ensure safety and safety.

The summer sun is very poisonous, and the sun makes people feel hot and painful. Our corpse-catching boat is the kind of black-topped boat. Grandpa asked me to hide in the black-topped to cool off. He sat on the deck smoking and stared at the river without moving. Grandpa's skin was as dark as charcoal, which was all because of being exposed to the sun for many years.

We left the boat in the afternoon, and finally found the little girl's body in the evening. The little girl's body had been soaked, and her clothes were probably washed away by the river. They were naked, like a little white pig floating on the river surface, floating and sinking in the river.

Grandpa rowed a boat and took out the corpse net, staring at the corpse floating intent. The corpse net was said to have been passed down by his ancestors, and the shape was similar to a net spoon. A long pole made of peach wood was wrapped with a large black net wrapped around the pole. The corpse net passed through many corpse nets, and the position of the hand had been ground black and shiny. There were many strange patterns carved from the pole body, and I heard from Grandpa that it was a corpse-squeezing pattern.

Moreover, that big net is not an ordinary net. It is made of virgin girl's hair, then soaked in black dog blood for three days and three nights, and finally exposed to the sun for 49 days. Only by using this method can the corpse-catching nets woven in this way can the evil spirit on the body of dead corpses be restrained, so as to avoid terrifying corpses' transformation during the process of corpses.

The little girl's body was pushed by the surging Yellow River water, and quickly approached our black-sailed boat. I held my breath and widened my eyes. My grandfather raised the corpse net above the top, threw a beautiful arc, and then quickly put his eyes and hands into the net to catch the girl's body. Then, he suddenly lifted it up, and the little girl's wet corpse was taken out of the water and placed on a black straw mat.

A strong stench of corpse hit my face, and I had to pinch my nose.

Grandpa was no longer surprised by the smell of corpse. He squatted down and looked at the little girl carefully, then sighed heavily: "Such a girl left, it's such a bad thing!"

As my grandfather said, he took out a yellow talisman from his arms, and there was a red talisman painted with cinnabar on it. I recognized this kind of yellow talisman, which is called the corpse-setting talisman. Every time I caught a corpse, my grandfather would prepare a few in advance. According to my grandfather, the corpse-setting talisman has the effect of corpse-setting to prevent the sudden change of corpse by dead bodies.

Bang!

Grandpa put the corpse-fixing talisman in the middle of the little girl's forehead, then reached out and grabbed the two corners of the straw mat, quickly turned forward, skillfully wrapped the girl's body, and carefully placed it in the black tent to avoid exposure to the sun in the scorching sun.

Although I have seen many dead bodies, I am still young after all. I am still a little nervous when I put such a dead body beside me and urged my grandfather to finish work and go home.

At that time, the moon shadow was already slanting, and grandpa rowed his boat to walk home. This business is more taboo to catch corpses at night, because the corpses have a heavy yin energy at night and are prone to "fighting evil", so people who catch corpses in the Yellow River usually collect the boat before sunset.

Grandpa hummed a small song and slowly rowed the oars. The boat drew waves on the water, making a rustling sound.

He was in a good mood. Today's corpse recovery was very smooth. Being able to return the little girl's body to her parents is also a merit.

Suddenly, a sobbing sound of crying drifted on the river. Grandpa stopped the oars and listened intently, and found that the sound was graceful and gentle, like crying and complaining, as if it was close to you, as if it was far away in the sky, and it was not as ethereal as it was made by a living person.

I was originally napping against the black tent, but at this time I was awakened by the crying sound, and my heart was beating around.

Looking up, there was no other ship besides our corpse-snatching ship. Where did this strange crying sound come from? Could it be that this sound... came from the river?

I looked at my grandfather with some fear. My grandfather looked calm and said nothing, and began to row the oars hard.

Who knew that the strange crying became clearer and noisier, as if many people were crying at the bottom of the river. The crying was very desolate and sad, almost breaking the heart of a person.

I seemed to be able to hear the people crying and shouting: "Hungry! We are so hungry!"

At this moment, something even more bizarre happened. The water turned blood red. Many vortexes appeared in the blood, and white hand bones stretched out from the vortex.

The terrifying scene in front of me scared me and started crying at the top of my throat.

"Don't be afraid!" Grandpa took out a copper coin from his pocket and stuffed it into the palm of my hand.

The copper coin was old, with rusty marks on it, and dark green copper flowers, like moss, which were ugly. There was a square hole in the center of the copper coin. A discolored red rope was wrapped in the center, and it was cold in my hand. I didn't know what my grandfather did for me. Because of extreme fear, I held the copper coin tightly, and tears fell down my cheeks. I clearly felt that my body was shaking and shaking very hard.

Grandpa opened his clothes and rowed the oars, whistling the oars, making the oars look like wind wheels. But strangely, no matter how hard he tried, our corpse-fishing boat was pulled by the whirlpool at the bottom of the river, and kept spinning on the water, and could not drive out of this blood-red water at all.

I saw in fear that large buns of hair floated out of the bottom of the boat, disgusting and weird. How could there be so many hairs in the water? I couldn't think about this problem. My mind was blank, I just sat there blankly, so scared that I didn't dare to come out.

What's even more strange is that the hairs were like living ivy, and they actually climbed up along both sides of the ship. The dense black stockings made my scalp numb and I almost fainted.

"Grandpa...Grandpa..." I was so scared that I shivered all over and looked at my grandpa at a loss.

Grandpa's face became more and more serious: "Baby, I have to go into the water. Don't move around while sitting in the boat. No matter what you see or hear later, don't make any sounds. Do you understand?"

I bit my lip and nodded vigorously.

"Good boy, don't be afraid!" Grandpa pulled off his coat, turned over and pierced into the blood-filled river.

The sky became darker and darker, and the evening breeze blew on the river surface. I hugged my shoulders and trembled. At this time, I was the only one alone on the corpse-fishing boat. Oh, no, there was the corpse of the little girl. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look back. The little girl's body was less than two meters away from me. Although it was wrapped in a straw mat, I could see the little girl's extremely pale and extremely swollen corpse face at a glance. Her facial features had been swollen and deformed, and mud and sand kept flowing out of her nose and ears. The night wind blew the corpse-fixing talisman. I always felt that she was smiling at me. I didn't dare to look at me anymore, so I quickly turned my head.

The strange cry just now was gone, and the water was silent. Since I got into the water, my grandfather never heard of it, and even his shadow could not be seen. I was afraid, what should I do if my grandfather died at the bottom of the river? I only have grandfather, and I can't live without grandfather by my side! The more I think about it, the more I feel sad, and later I can't help but burst into tears.

At this moment, the sound of a clanging gong suddenly came from the bottom of the dead river.

I was shocked and lay tightly on the side of the boat, stretching my neck to look at the bottom of the river.

But the river water was turbid, and there seemed to be a layer of black air in the water. Even if I widened my eyes, I could not see the scene in the river.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of the gong finally disappeared.

The blood in the river gradually dissipated, and a crescent moon hung in the sky, and my whole body was soaked with cold sweat.
Chapter completed!