Chapter 297 Corpse Dog
The old locust tree swayed gently, and Lin Qian was sitting on the steps under the old locust tree with an expressionless face.
Just looking at the old man quietly, the moonlight reflected through the shadow of the locust tree, pale and beautiful.
"Young man, why don't you speak? Do you think the old man is verbose?"
"Alas...you are like this when you get older, young man, you have to understand."
The old man sighed, walked to the black cloth hanging under the old locust tree, rubbed his hands, then walked to the small house and knocked on the door. After waiting for two minutes, he opened the door.
As soon as the door to the room opened, Lin Qian frowned. A red umbrella appeared in his hand, ready to slash behind him at any time.
As the door opened, a huge mastiff with fierce eyes stepped out of the door.
Surrounded by darkness, an extremely strong corpse odor permeated from the mastiff.
"Corpse dog? Did you raise it, old man?"
Lin Qian's eyes flashed, this thing was actually a ghost, a very scary ghost.
As soon as he heard Lin Qian’s words, the old man immediately became unhappy:
“What corpse dog? This is Xiao Hei! She is a Tibetan Mastiff! It is a mastiff, not a dog!”
The old man was a little unhappy with what Lin Qian said. He reached out and stroked the mastiff's head, then sat down in front of the door and looked at Lin Qian with an unhappy expression.
Lin Qian nodded and stared at the terrifying mastiff:
"Don't let it stare at me, I'm afraid I'll eat it."
"Young man, how could you have the idea of eating her! She is the old man's friend and has been with him for decades. "How can you bear to eat her?"
The old man looked at Lin Qian sadly, but he still reached out and patted the black-haired Tibetan Mastiff on the head to signal her not to be so hostile.
The Tibetan Mastiff seemed to listen to the old man's words and just lay down quietly. But even so, the Tibetan Mastiff lying down was taller than the old man.
"Young man, put the thing in your hand away. That thing is too fierce. The old man is afraid."
Lin Qian took a deep breath, took back the red umbrella, and was too lazy to talk to the old man.
This old man is really verbose. I don’t know whether he is like this since he was a child or whether he is like this when he is old.
Lin Qian silently lit a cigarette, leaned against the old locust tree, looked up at the bright moon, and just looked at it quietly.
Don't worry, there is still one day, the coffin will not come out until tomorrow, we will take a look then.
No ghost master can go down the Yellow River, especially in the middle and upper reaches. Ordinary people can go down and swim up by themselves because of the good water quality.
But if the Ghost Controller goes down, then just sink to the bottom and come up step by step.
This big river was very scary, so scary that he didn’t dare to go down to play.
Once you are trapped inside, you will definitely not be able to get out for a while, and you will never die. Even ordinary ghost masters will not die, but it is troublesome.
Smoke filled the air. When the old man saw this scene, he licked his mouth, as if he was a little greedy. However, he did not ask for it, but took out a dry tobacco rod from his pocket.
Following the old man's action, the mastiff lying next to him also used its paws to take out a dry tobacco pole from somewhere.
Then he put it in his mouth. The old man seemed to have become accustomed to it. He first rolled up dry cigarettes for himself, and then rolled up dry cigarettes for Nao Quan.
Next, the old man took out a match and lit the dry smoke for the mastiff first.
And the mastiff actually used its paws to help block the wind.
Then, one person and one dog smoked dry cigarettes there, and the smoke was filled. Not to mention, the Tibetan Mastiff smoked in style.
The old man glanced sideways at Lin Qian, as if to say, see, this is professional...
Lin Qian was smoking a cigarette with an expressionless face, too lazy to look at these two things. Good guy, the smoking things are made of the bones of ghosts.
It’s okay for an old man to smoke. A dog can also smoke. If it’s an ordinary dog, it’s okay, but this is a cadaver dog.
Lin Qian was silent, looking at the pink in the smoke in front of him, he was thinking, should he also get a dog to keep?
"Young man, do you want to try this? The old man's dry tobacco is specially made."
"It uses ghost grass from deep in the Yellow River, and then uses ghost fire to dry it, and then uses ghost stone It is fried and tastes very good. Do you want to try it? ”
"Old man, most ghost controllers don't dare to smoke this thing. If you do it, you will die. The old man thinks you are not a human being. You should be fine."
The old man looked at the pink rose floating on Lin Qian's head and said no. The greed is fake. In the eyes of ordinary people, it may be just a ball of colored smoke.
But in his eyes, the smoke contained the fragrance of peach.
Lin Qian glanced at the old man and threw a pack of cigarettes over, saying nothing and just smoking quietly.
He finally understood that as long as he didn't speak, the old man would shut up after a few words at most.
But as long as you open your mouth, the old man will feel that you are not authentic even if you say a dozen or so sentences.
When the old man saw Lin Qian being so crisp and clean, he immediately smiled and quickly caught the cigarette thrown at him.
"Young man is so generous, that's right. The young man finally acted authentically."
The old man happily opened the cigarette, first handed one to the Tibetan Mastiff next to him, and lit it for her , and then smoke it yourself.
After taking a sip, the old man’s cloudy eyes suddenly lit up and he praised repeatedly:
"Well, this cigarette is okay, not much worse than the old man's cigarette. Come on, young man, try the old man's cigarette."
The old man took out a cigarette pouch from his pocket and threw it directly to Lin Qian, but Lin Qian did not He refused and took it directly.
Open the tobacco bag, and inside it is a bag full of black tobacco, which is looming supernatural.
Lin Qian did not smoke immediately, but put it away. He turned to look in the direction of the old man and saw the corpse dog nodding towards him.
The dog nods...
Lin Qian was silent and turned back to continue smoking. But suddenly Lin Qian's smoking hand paused slightly and turned his head to look in one direction.
It is close to the river, not far nor close to the end of the village.
There is a little light there, red, moving slowly.
It was as if someone was rushing with a torch.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qian was a little surprised. In his eyes, he saw a headless corpse, holding a head burning with red flames, walking forward step by step.
"This is a human head lamp, and it is also a ghost lamp. It often appears here. The headless corpse is also a ghost, but the headless corpse is not dangerous."
"Only when it is separated from the head will it Restore your own killing routine."
The old man looked at the light over there and explained to Lin Qian.
"That head is very powerful. If an ordinary person sees it, his skull will catch fire and he will die. So this is why we go to bed so early here."
"I am just afraid of the night In the past, it was easy to see this kind of thing only a few times in a month or two, but it’s different recently. It happens almost every night, and there are several of them.”
The old man patted the head of the Tibetan Mastiff next to him. The Tibetan Mastiff stood up directly as if he was used to it. He was nearly 1.7 meters tall and had slender hair.
Ordinary Tibetan Mastiffs may not be as tall as this thing even if they stand upright.
The corpse dog finished the cigarette in its mouth in one breath. The smoke in its mouth was filled with traces of pink. The Tibetan Mastiff walked towards the light, menacingly, like a tiger descending a mountain.
The Tibetan Mastiff just took two steps and disappeared into the night. Within half a minute, the light not far away disappeared.
When Lin Qian saw this scene, his eyes flickered and he muttered:
"That's why a biting dog doesn't bark."
Looking at the mastiff biting a corpse and a black head, Lin Qian looked calm.
The Tibetan Mastiff bit the corpse and head, and walked back step by step. The momentum was oozing, and the aura of corpse filled the air.
The Tibetan Mastiff walked up to Lin Qian. Lin Qian raised his head and looked at the Tibetan Mastiff, his hair spread out and full of gloom.
Thump
The Tibetan Mastiff threw the devil in his mouth in front of Lin Qian, then turned back to the old man and continued to lie down.
The old man was not surprised and lit another cigarette for the Tibetan Mastiff:
“This is for you, she likes your cigarette very much.”
Hearing this, Lin Qian's eyes flashed as she looked at the headless corpse and head on the ground. She smiled, grabbed it and swallowed it without any politeness.
“Human headlamps, this thing is not the source, no wonder there are so many of them.”
Lin Qian licked the corner of his mouth and threw another pack of cigarettes over. The old man suddenly burst into laughter and took it happily.
He was not surprised that Lin Qian was eating ghosts. He had seen it from the beginning.
Lin Qian glanced at one person and one dog without saying anything, staring at a place in the Yellow River.
There is darkness surging there, or rather it is not darkness, it should be said to be balls of black and purple flames.
If nothing else, the source of the human headlamp comes from there.
"Old man, what's the situation in the Yellow River? Who created this formation?"
Lin Qian looked into the distance and asked this question.
Huang He’s handiwork is so big that it’s a bit scary.
Hearing Lin Qian’s question, the old man shook his head and said simply:
“I don’t know.”
.........
Lin Qian was silent, smoking silently without saying a word. He regretted asking this question.
This old man is too serious, he is so old...
The moonlight falls on the plains, and the grass withers and 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 times 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 this principle was.
The cock crows, the floating light emerges, the golden sun leaps, and the people are alive.
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 exhaled a puff of smoke, knocked the dry 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 anything. Time to deal with those evil spirits.”
“I’ll take you to take a look at the ghost-suppressing pillar, but the old man has promised you not to have any evil thoughts about that pillar.”
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"That thing is the foundation of the Yellow River. Without it, the Yellow River has no power to suppress (yan) ghosts."
The old man rubbed the Tibetan Mastiff's head:
"Xiao Hei, go and sail the boat Pull it out.”
The black Tibetan Mastiff was very obedient, stood up and walked to the back of the hut, and soon 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's going on in the Yellow River?"
"Well, yes, the old man doesn't know. What's wrong?"
The old man looked at it with some confusion. Lin Qian really didn't understand why Lin Qian asked this.
Hearing this, Lin Qian was 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.
Forget it if it doesn’t work.
“It’s inexplicable.”
The old man muttered, turned back to the house, and took out a bamboo pole as black as ink. There was a rusty spot on one end of the pole. Hooks smelling like corpses.
The other end of the pole is tied with a chain, which is also rusty.
When Lin Qian saw the 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 fishermen."
The old man waved to Lin Qian, then put the pole on his shoulders and headed towards the river Walk away.
The Tibetan Mastiff was beside 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 first appeared, but it was still very cold in the winter morning, and the wind by the river was extremely arrogant.
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, her clothes are floating up.
He looks handsome.
The old man was walking in front. Next to him, a gully appeared, which was pressed out 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 at 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, and after thinking for a while he walked up.
The boat's draft is not deep, even with two people and a dog.
The Tibetan Mastiff was sitting in the boat. Lin Qian was only one head taller than him.
The old man stood on the bow of the boat and looked at the sky. His face was full of smiles. 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, his pupils narrowed. In the sky, there were eighty-four thousand Beidou, shining brightly. There was a bright moon in the sky, and all the purple stars were there.
"Good scenery, the radiant Tianhe River, and the fireflies in the Yellow River. Is this the real Yellow River?"
"Hey, how about it, isn't it shocking? The old man was the same when he first fished out the corpse. Like this."
"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.
“These ghosts are also ghosts?”
Lin Qian stared at the green dots rising from the water, a little curious.
“No, it’s just ghost grass, a kind of waterweed that has been eroded by supernatural beings.”
“The old man’s dry tobacco is made of this stuff, but this stuff is just a little to nothing, if there are more When something happens, a fierce ghost will appear, and the old man usually calls this kind of ghost a water ghost.”
"So these ghost grasses also 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, these things It is not possible to clear them all. If they were cleared, the ghosts would come ashore much faster. Some of them originally needed Li Gui, who took five days to land, may only need one day."
"So these things are still very useful."
The old man fished up some Youguang with a bamboo pole, Lin. Qian Wang went to see what the old man said. They were indeed some water plants, but there were just a few fluorescent lights flashing on them.
The old man just fished some and then stopped fishing. 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 and the water plants move 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 grass 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 exerted force on the bamboo pole in his hand. Then Lin Qian saw a corpse with pale skin being fished out of Shuixiao by the old man.
The hook on the bamboo pole hooked directly on the neck of the corpse.
This is a female corpse with pale skin, numb expression, and snow-white pupils.
This is a ghost.
As the female 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 did not feel it carefully.
This phenomenon made Lin Qian a little surprised:
“It seems that this small boat cannot 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.
The old man who saw this scene 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. ”
“Oh, old man, you are really good at calculating this.” Lin Qianpi smiled without a smile. (End of chapter)