I, the last yin and yang embroidery master

Weird men around.

Silent.

Su Yu looked at it carefully with some doubt.

The man was dressed in tight black, his face was a little dark, and his figure was quite burly, about forty years old.

There is a huge scar on his neck that has been accumulated for many years, his hands are like a fan, and his palms are densely cocooned.

It looks extremely thick and honest.

Lao Lin looked at the man like this, and did not have much expression, but gently pointed to the sofa in front of him.

“Sit, sit to talk.”

The man nodded silently, sat on the sofa, and subconsciously took out a cigarette and lit it.

Su Yu frowned slightly, and did not say anything more.

The man inhaled hard, exhaled heavy smoke, and slowly spoke.

“My name is He Sheng.”

“Because my family has lived on the Yellow River for generations, I was named for what I was born.”

Old Lin nodded thoughtfully and spoke.

“On one hand, the water and soil raise the other people, the water of the Yellow River is mixed with fish fat, and it is normal for generations to live on the river.”

He Sheng took another puff of his cigarette and shook his head to explain.

“Master Lin, it’s not what you think, we don’t fish for a living, but…”

“Scoop up corpses for a living.”

Hear these four words.

Su Yu and Lao Lin looked at each other, both with a somewhat strange look.

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him, who looked a little simple, turned out to be a corpse hunter from the Yellow River.

The Yellow River Basin is vast and vast, with rapid water mixing and winding for thousands of miles.

Most people call the Yellow River the Mother River.

But in Yin Xing, the Yellow River has another name – human broth.

Every year, the corpses are fished out of the Yellow River alone.

Not to mention a thousand, there are eight hundred.

This is not to mention the unfound corpses that were directly dissolved in the Yellow River.

If added.

This number cannot be said to double.

In order to find those who committed suicide by jumping into the river, some family members naturally looked for those boat people who fished.

In time.

This gave rise to the Yellow River corpse hunter.

A barge, a homemade hooked bamboo pole, two or three life buoys, and some simple salvage tools can be said to be all that a corpse salvage person has.

When leaving the boat, the corpse hunter will tie a red cloth to the bow of the boat to ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters.

Whenever a carcass is found, it is covered with a white cloth and tied around the waist with a string made of dog hair.

Finally, it is hoisted in the shade under a cliff or bridge and awaits the family’s claim.

This seemingly simple step is the approximate work of the corpse collector.

There may have been some ways to ward off evil, but with time, it is estimated that it has long dissipated.

He Sheng gently extinguished the cigarette in his hand and continued to speak.

“Our line of corpse hunters is walking on the edge of life and death, and most people think that we are obscure and evil, and people with intentions will call us ‘Yin and Yang cross-border people’.”

“But we corpse hunters all know one thing in our hearts.”

“If it is a former ancestor, it can be called by these five words.”

“But today, how can we have lost all the things of our ancestors.”

“Not even to mention the ability of the ancestors, there are not even many people who are willing to do this.”

“In my generation, the original corpse recovery team of more than ten people is now only three people left.”

Su Yu took a sip of clear tea lightly, and nodded silently.

Compared to other yin veins.

The corpse hunters of the Yellow River are actually not pleasant.

Of the three hundred and sixty-five days a year, at least three hundred and sixty days must be spent on a barge.

Wind, rain, and sun are all normal situations.

In addition, most of the Yellow River is full of bubble-swollen, decomposing corpses.

Even if you are mentally prepared, the taste and appearance will make your scalp numb and you can’t eat.

It can even be said with great horror.

The corpse hunters of the Yellow River have seen more corpses than the living people.

After He Sheng was silent for a few seconds, he continued to sound the urn.

“Others think that we are scooping up corpses and making money for the dead.”

“But in my own opinion, it is actually accumulating virtue, people must return to their places when they die, and we corpse hunters are sending them home one by one.”

“But even so, we have a bottom line for the corpse hunters, and there are three not to fish.”

“1. Do not fish upright floating corpses, 2. Do not fish the corpse of the woman in red, 3. Do not fish the corpse that has not been picked up three times.”

“These three rules have always been engraved in the bones of our corpse hunters in the Yellow River.”

“But just three days ago…”

Speaking of this, the burly and majestic He Sheng actually trembled in fear, and his eyes were a little unfocused.

“But we have violated this taboo all over and over again.”

Seeing He Sheng looking like this, Lao Lin patted the table and shouted in a low voice.

“Panic! Back to God! ”

After Lao Lin’s low voice, He Sheng’s eyes, which were originally dull, regained their brilliance again.

The dullness of bowing his head and the clenched fists were enough to see the panic in his heart.

Seeing this, Su Yu involuntarily narrowed his eyes.

Judging from He Sheng’s current situation, he was really a little frightened.

Lao Lin then knocked lightly on the coffee table and spoke.

“Make things clear, otherwise the immortals won’t be able to save you.”

He Sheng trembled and took out a cigarette from his pocket again, lit it, took a hard sip, and hissed.

“That day happened to be the last thunderous day of autumn.”

“Originally, we fished for corpses, and we didn’t retrieve corpses when we hit thunder, saying that the corpses were inaccessible because of the thunder, and it was easy to hit ghosts.”

“But later, after someone fished it a few times, we didn’t care about it, so early that morning, I and two other people from the corpse recovery team drove a boat to the Yellow River.”

“Because it was a thunderstorm, the wind was bizarre, and the river was blowing white waves.”

“In this kind of weather, let alone recover corpses, in fact, it is difficult to even see corpses.”

“So the three of us, we just came out to wander around casually, and we didn’t pay too much attention to it.”

“But it was at this time that something extremely strange happened…”

He Sheng was extremely frightened in his heart, and directly smoked all the remaining half of the cigarettes, and said in horror.

“We see.”

“I saw a head floating in the water, coming towards us…”