After learning about the situation, Zhang Hao's face suddenly turned cold, and he snorted and said, "Huh, I told them not to touch that coffin a long time ago, but they went to cause trouble."
Fatty Wang was also angry, "Yeah, why didn't these people listen to the advice? They only think of us now when something happens." He looked at Huishui Tuo with fear, "Brother Zhang Hao, these people brought it upon themselves, let's just leave it alone. Withdraw.”
It seemed like he was trying to persuade Zhang Hao, but in fact Fatty Wang was more worried that he would be involved in danger.
After all, Zhang Hao said that there are zombies and corpse stings under the water, either of which can be fatal.
Even if you don't have these things, you will drown if you are swept into the water by the huge waves.
In this environment, even being a swimming champion would be of no help.
However, Zhang Hao frowned and decided to go check it out.
He was not trying to save people, but wanted to take this opportunity to investigate the situation of Shisha Corpse.
With a crash, he pushed the bamboo pole, and the bamboo raft rushed into the periphery of the backwater.
The speed of the bamboo raft suddenly increased because the water flow around the backwater became extremely turbulent.
At the same time, Zhang Hao reminded: "Fat Wang, be careful. When you encounter backwaters in the future, you should row a bamboo raft like this."
As he spoke, he skillfully propped it up with a bamboo pole, and the bamboo raft immediately tilted toward the water flow, forming a tangent angle with the water flow in the backwater.
Usually it is difficult for a ship to achieve such control, but Zhang Hao used his skill to make the force of the water flow partially offset the centrifugal force of the backwater, and at the same time slow down the speed of the bamboo raft.
Fatty Wang screamed, lost his balance and fell onto the bamboo raft.
He looked in horror at the center of the backwater in the distance. There was a man spinning in the water, shouting something indistinctly. His voice was weak and difficult to hear.
However, if we can tie him up with a rope, we might be able to pull him out of the danger zone. Fatty Wang quickly pointed to the center of the backwater and shouted loudly: "Brother Zhang Hao, look, that person is right there!" As soon as he finished speaking, a person's head suddenly appeared in the water. It was a corpse soaked in river water that was beyond recognition. The face was swollen and the hair was sparse. It looked scarier than a ghost in a horror movie. What's even weirder is that the body actually stood upright as if walking in the water, sometimes surfacing and sometimes sinking to the bottom.
When the swollen face was close to Fatty Wang, Fatty Wang screamed in horror: "What the hell is this?" Zhang Hao glanced at it and said calmly: "This is a zombie, don't mess with it. Otherwise, it will drag you into trouble." He added: "You have no grudges against it, and it will not cause trouble for you."
Fatty Wang's heartbeat soared to the extreme. For the first time, he felt that fishing for corpses was more thrilling than driving them away. Driving corpses is at least on land, with one's feet firmly on the ground, while retrieving corpses is like drifting on water, full of uncertainty. As the bamboo raft approached the center of the backwater, Zhang Hao saw clearly the archaeological team member Ma Tao in the water. However, his brows were furrowed, as if he was deep in thought. Ordinary people may not be able to see it, but Zhang Hao saw several black shadows attached to Ma Tao's body, and there was always a corpse emitting black energy following him closely.
Usually, the newly formed corpse evil spirits are very resentful and rarely let go of the drowning person in front of them. But the dark shadow on Ma Tao's body is obviously an innocent ghost following him. Zhang Hao wondered, how could such a person appear in the official archaeological team? Moreover, he also saw traces of evil spirits on Ma Tao similar to those of the village chief, probably because he took something he shouldn't have. Zhang Hao kept in mind the ancient rules of corpse fishing, shook his head, and drove the bamboo raft towards the shore.
The shocked Fatty Wang looked at the backwater, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He asked doubtfully: "Brother Zhang Hao, that person...are we really not going to save him?" Zhang Hao nodded firmly, "No. "Seeing Zhang Hao's determination, Fatty Wang was puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions.
As soon as the two of them docked, the archaeological team hurried over. They originally saw Zhang Hao easily crossing back to Shuituo and thought they had hope of saving people, but they didn't expect that Zhang Hao just glanced at Ma Tao and left. This is undoubtedly a desperate move. Chen Wenjin angrily asked Zhang Hao: "As a person respected by Sanjiashan Village, you are capable but don't save people. Aren't you afraid of harming your moral conduct?" Fatty Wang immediately replied: "How do you talk? You accuse me as soon as you come up. , do we owe you anything?”
Chen Wenjin was extremely anxious. She originally saw Zhang Hao's bamboo raft skills and thought Ma Tao was saved. However, Zhang Hao and the others walked around twice in the backwater and left directly, which instantly dashed her hopes. At this time, Dapeng grabbed Chen Wenjin, looked at the struggling Ma Tao on the river, and said, "Ma Tao has an oxygen bottle on him, and he will be fine for the time being. Let's beg Mr. Yin and Yang, maybe there is still hope." He added regretfully: "It's all my fault for being too arrogant. If I had listened to Mr. Yin Yang's advice yesterday, perhaps this wouldn't have happened."
Yesterday, he reminded him that if something happened, don't blame him for not saying anything. Now it seems that Mr. Yin-Yang's predictions have come true one by one, but we are a bit self-inflicted. Looking back, Chen Wenjin feels deeply regretful. However, no matter what, it is always wrong to ignore life. This is not an accusation from a moral high ground, but because it is indeed a living life.
Chen Wenjin glanced at the river, where Ma Tao was still floating in the center of the backwater. Fortunately, he was equipped with equipment this time, otherwise he might not have been able to hold on long ago. At this time, Dapeng walked up to Zhang Hao and Fatty Wang. Fatty Wang snorted coldly, showing his displeasure. Dapeng smiled awkwardly and continued: "We were wrong and did not follow your advice. But this matter is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and it is reasonable for us to be confused at the time. I hope you can give me some advice. Chance, forgive our ignorance. After all, the person who drowned was just an innocent man on a mission.”
Zhang Hao glanced at them coldly, shook his head, tied the bamboo raft to the river, then pointed at the dark clouds on the river and said, "Whether he is innocent or not depends on God's will." Dapeng looked in the direction of Zhang Hao's finger. Go, dark clouds cover the river, Kowloon absorbs water, and huge whirlpools spin in the water. In this case, it is obviously impossible to ask the fishing boat master to rescue people, because even if they wanted to, they would not be able to return safely from the backwater.
At this time, the only one who can save Ma Tao is Zhang Hao. But what Dapeng was puzzled about was that since Zhang Hao had already been to Huishuituo, why did he turn a blind eye to Ma Tao and refuse to save him? Dapeng smiled and said: "Mr. Yin Yang, I still don't understand. Since you have already been to Huishui Tuo, saving people is just a piece of cake for you. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda! Although we didn't listen to you before You will suffer the consequences of your advice, but seeing that a life is about to disappear, please come to the rescue! Our archaeological team will definitely thank you!”
Zhang Hao said calmly: "Having said that, if any of you fall into the water now, I will save you if you pay me. But the problem is, it depends on who it is! I can't save this person!" Dapeng looked at Zhang in confusion. Hao, "Why?" At this time, the archaeological team members who were watching finally couldn't help but started to criticize.
"Why is he so cruel and unwilling to save his life? What kind of gentleman is he? It sounds high-sounding, but I think it is just an illusion!"
"Looking at his skills in driving a bamboo raft, it should be easy to save people. The reason why he didn't save people is probably because he was waiting for our bid, right?"
"Humph, it turns out I want to earn life-saving money!"
"Mr. Yin Yang? I heard that they specialize in dead people business. I think he just wants us to pay more!"
The senior leaders of the archaeological team also came over. Although the archaeological team is not a wealthy organization, it can still contribute some money. So the leader looked at Zhang Hao and said seriously: "Little brother, I just saw that you were very skilled in driving the bamboo raft. Now you are the only one who has the ability to save people. If you can save people, our archaeological team will not only I’ll forget about this and I’ll give you five thousand yuan as a thank you. ”
"Five thousand yuan is equivalent to a month's salary for ordinary people. And you can get this reward just by holding on to a bamboo raft and saving someone. It's very cost-effective." Fatty Wang stared at the question proposed by the leader of the archaeological team with wide eyes. Conditions, making me laugh out loud. "I'll go! Let's forget it? What's wrong with us? Let's forget it! Besides, is the life of your archaeological team members only worth five thousand? Is it so worthless?" In the eyes of Fatty Wang and Zhang Hao, five thousand dollars is not worth it at all. Nothing. Among the charges at their Yin Yang Inn, money is the least valuable transaction currency. Tens of thousands of dollars may not be enough, let alone five thousand. Let the leader of the archaeological team pay half of his life!
After all, Fatty Wang saw a real corpse in the backwater and would die if he wasn't careful. Although Fatty Wang didn't know why Zhang Hao didn't want to save people, he knew very well that the job of a corpse hunter was not so cheap.
Others might have thought that Zhang Hao was unethical by not saving him, but Fatty Wang knew how risky this job was only after he had experienced it, especially in this kind of weather where there was a huge backwater pool under the water in Kowloon.
Even if the ancient corpse collectors came, they wouldn't be willing to do it if they didn't have enough moral skills to encounter such a situation, right? Just because Zhang Hao has this ability doesn't mean he has to save people! After all, you have to take risks! Fatty Wang continued at this time, "Have you seen the corpse evil?"
"Do you know what's hidden in that water?"
"Do you understand that if you save others, you may risk your own life?"
"Five thousand? Are you crazy?"
"How stupid!"
The leader of the archaeological team, an elegant and elderly scholar who usually associates with intellectuals, had never suffered such vulgar abuse? His expression suddenly changed, and he impulsively took a step forward, as if he wanted to compete with Fatty Wang. At this moment, the crane driver suddenly screamed.
"It's not good!"
"The rope is unhooked!"
"The coffin at the bottom of the river sank again!"
The leader of the archaeological team turned his head in astonishment, stared at the crane driver in disbelief, and asked angrily: "How could it be decoupled?!"
"Do you know, we have sacrificed one person in order to salvage that coffin!"
The crane driver was helpless because the current in the river was so fast that decoupling was inevitable.
At this time, Chen Wenjin choked and walked up to Zhang Hao and begged: "Mr. Yin Yang, I just said something inappropriate because I was too excited. Please forgive me."
"I'm sorry, but human lives are at stake. Can you save our team members?"
"I beg you, can you?"
Zhang Hao glanced at Chen Wenjin and uttered two words coldly: "No help."
Fatty Wang was confused and approached Zhang Hao and asked curiously: "Brother Zhang Hao, why don't you save that person?"
When Zhang Hao saw it was Fatty Wang, he explained: "First of all, this person has signs of evil. He must have touched something he shouldn't have touched. Moreover, I said before that the coffin cannot be moved, and they didn't listen. If you give advice, you have to bear the consequences yourself.”
"Secondly, this man is haunted by the ghosts of injustice. How could he have suffered such a bad fate if he was not a very evil person? It means that his hands are stained with blood and he is responsible for many lives. If we rescue him ashore, we will have to repay the debts of those ghosts."
"Third, he has been targeted by the zombie. If we want to save him, we have to snatch people from the corpse. But in the situation just now, do you think we have a chance? Even if we snatch him back, who will do the cause and effect on him? Carrying?”
After finishing speaking, Zhang Hao looked at Fatty Wang and warned: "Fat man, remember this. He fell into the water and suffered the disaster. It is karma and he will bring it upon himself. This is also in line with one of the 'three no's' rules for those who fish for corpses!"
"So, if you don't fish it out, you won't save it!"
"Remember...remember..." Fatty Wang nodded blankly, recalling the scene when he was scared out of his wits by the zombie on the bamboo raft. Only then did he realize that there might be more than one zombie in the water, and his scalp suddenly went numb. numb.
Hearing Brother Zhang say that that man had done many evil things in his life, Fatty Wang thought to himself, it would be in vain to save such a person!
Chen Wenjin was confused when she heard this, and the leader of the archaeological team roared: "What wronged soul, corpse evil, and evil spirit? You are obviously just looking for excuses not to save people!"
Zhang Hao shook his head and ignored it.
At this time, the whirlpool on the river gradually calmed down, the phenomenon of Kowloon absorbing water slowly dissipated, the sky cleared, and the sun shone on the river again.
Zhang Hao looked at the river and said softly: "The coffin should have sunk."
Fatty Wang looked towards the river, but Ma Tao's figure was nowhere to be seen. Being targeted by two zombies in that whirlpool, he must be in danger.
Fatty Wang sighed in his heart: He deserves it!
At this time, two cars were speeding up on a small road thirty kilometers away from Sanjiashan Village.
"Director Li, look!" the driver suddenly pointed forward and shouted.
Li Zheng, director of the Second Branch of the Ministry of National Security, was sitting in the passenger seat and looked in the direction of the driver's finger, only to see nine water pillars not far away soaring into the sky.
"Dragon sucks water?!"
"Or are nine dragons sucking water?!"
"What the hell is going on with this place?"
Li Zheng frowned and was shocked.
The phenomenon of dragons absorbing water, which is rarely seen at ordinary times, actually appears here at the same time as nine!
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Zheng and the driver saw that the water column of the dragon sucking water gradually shortened and the sky began to clear up. After a while, the spectacle of the dragon sucking water disappeared without a trace.
Li Zheng withdrew his gaze and urged: "Drive faster!"
The driver nodded and stepped on the accelerator to accelerate forward.
Ten minutes later, vehicles from the Second Branch of the Ministry of National Security arrived at the riverside of Sanjiashan Village. The leader of the archaeological team hurriedly came forward to contact Li Zheng and others.
"Is this Director Li? I am Secretary Wang from the Kyoto Archaeological Association, responsible for the salvage work of the ancient coffin." Secretary Wang introduced himself. (End of chapter)