I, the last yin-yang embroidery master

Strange men around him.

Silent.

Su Yu looked at it carefully in confusion.

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

There is a huge scar on his neck that has been going on for many years, his hands are like fans, and his palms are covered with calluses.

It looks extremely honest and honest.

Lao Lin looked at the man like this, and he didn't have much expression, just lightly pointed to the sofa in front of him.

"Sit, sit to talk. "

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

Su Yu frowned slightly, and didn't say anything.

The man took a hard breath, exhaled a thick smoke, and spoke slowly.

"My name is He Sheng. "

"Because the family has lived on the Yellow River for generations, it was named He Sheng. "

Lao Lin nodded thoughtfully and spoke.

"One side of the water and soil supports one side of the people, the Yellow River water is mixed with fish and 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..."

"Scrap corpses for a living. "

Hear these four words.

Su Yu and Lao Lin glanced at each other, both with somewhat strange looks.

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

The Yellow River basin is vast and abundant, with mixed water and rapids, winding for thousands of miles.

Most people refer to the Yellow River as the mother river.

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

Dead bodies are fished out of the Yellow River alone every year.

Not to mention a thousand, there are also eight hundred.

And that's without adding the undiscovered corpses that dissolved directly into the Yellow River.

If so, add.

This number is expected to be doubled.

In order to find the sufferers who committed suicide by jumping into the river, some family members naturally looked for those boatmen who were fishing.

In time.

It gave rise to the Yellow River corpse fisher.

A barge, a homemade hooked bamboo pole, two or three lifebuoys and some simple salvage tools can be said to be all there is to the corpse collector.

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

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

Finally, it is hoisted in the shade under a cliff or bridge, waiting for the family to claim it.

This seemingly simple step is the general job of the corpse digger.

There may have been some methods to ward off evil spirits, but with time, it is estimated that they have long since dissipated.

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

"Our business of digging up corpses is wandering on the edge of life and death, and most people think that we are unlucky and evil, and people with a heart will call us 'yin and yang cross-border people'. "

"But we corpse diggers know one thing in our hearts. "

"If it was a former ancestor, it could be called by these five words. "

"But how can we do it now, we have already 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, there were originally more than ten corpse salvage teams, but now there are only three people left. "

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

Compared to other Yin veins.

The Yellow River corpse diggers are actually not pleasant.

Of the 365 days a year, at least 360 days have to be spent on barges.

Wind, rain, and sun are all normal.

In addition, most of the Yellow River is full of swelling and rotting corpses.

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

It can even be said in horror.

The Yellow River corpse diggers have seen more corpses than they have seen living people.

He Sheng was silent for a few seconds, and then continued with an urn sound.

"Others think that we are unlucky to dig up corpses and make money from the dead. "

"But in my own opinion, it is actually accumulating virtue, and everyone must return to their place when they die, and we corpse collectors are sending them home one by one. "

"But even if this is the case, we corpse salpers also have a bottom line, and there are three no-fishing. "

"1. Don't fish up the upright floating corpse, 2. Don't fish up the corpse of the woman in red, 3. Don't fish up the corpse that hasn't been picked up three times. "

"These three rules have always been engraved in the bones of our corpse diggers in the Yellow River. "

"But just three days ago..."

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

But we have committed this taboo all over again. "

Seeing He Sheng like this, Lao Lin slapped the table and shouted in a deep voice.

"Panic what!

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

The dull silence of the bowed head, the clenched fist was enough to see the panic in his heart.

Su Yu couldn't help but squint his eyes when he saw this.

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

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

"Make things clear, or the gods won't be able to save you. "

He Sheng trembled and took out a cigarette from his pocket again, lit it and inhaled hard, and said hoarsely.

"That day happened to be the last thunderstorm day of autumn. "

"Originally, we didn't fish for corpses when it was thundering, saying that the corpses were not in the body because of the thunder, and it was easy to hit ghosts. "

"But when we got to the back, after someone fished it a few times, we didn't care about it, so early that morning, I and the other two people of the corpse recovery team drove a barge to the Yellow River. "

"Because it was a thunderstorm, the wind was strong and bizarre, and the river water set off white waves. "

"In this kind of weather, let alone digging up corpses, in fact, it is difficult to even see corpses. "

"So the three of us just went out to hang out and stroll, and we didn't pay 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 cigarette, and said in horror.

"We see. "

"I saw a head floating in the water, coming towards us..."