In order to fish out the coffin, the villagers worked even harder. Although the man went down a lot and was tied with more than ten ropes, the coffin underneath was still there motionless.

Kang Bo in the village at that time was considered a Taoist priest, but he was also a corpse collector. Kang Bo looked over and shook his head.

"Okay, okay, don't do it. Let's do it again after dark tonight. The coffin is sucked by the things below. It can't be lifted up during the day. Adding the weight of the coffin, I guess it will take a lot of time.

Something happened."

At nine o'clock at night, the whole village gathered at the mouth of the bay with flashlights. The young and brave ones were holding the coffin below, while the old, weak, sick and disabled were above to help pull the coffin.

My grandfather was asked to go down because he had good physical strength. The lower part is not as comfortable as the upper part. There is everything in the Yellow River, and animal bones and discarded garbage can be seen everywhere in the mud.

Moreover, the smell is unbearable to most people. According to Kang Bo, they first use their hands to remove some sand from around the coffin, and then the people above start to pull the coffin.

But a young man accidentally picked up a fish bone and broke the skin on his finger. The man raised his hand and shouted, and water began to pour out from under the coffin.

When my grandfather saw it, he quickly said: "Oh no, water is starting to come out. Please pull us up quickly."

As soon as the words were spoken, the people above started to pull, but the pit was almost 10 meters deep, and no matter how hard the people below pulled, they couldn't match the speed of the water.

My grandfather was lucky and was the first to be pulled up, but the others were not so lucky. There was something in the water that kept grabbing them, and the villagers above tried their best to pull them out, but they couldn't pull them out.

Pull it up.

In the end, of the 10 people below, only two came up safely, and all the others were dragged down. There was a coffin floating in the center, but no one could get it over.

Kang Bo walked to the shore, took out a bag and threw it down. The bag floated towards the coffin unsteadily. Not long after, it sank again together with the coffin.

The water level dropped again, and in the end it was exactly the same as last night. The coffin was half buried in the mud, but the dropped bag was missing.

The villagers had no choice but to pin their hopes on Kang Bo, but Kang Bo said: "Don't think too much, there is no way to get this coffin tonight. Just go home first, and come back to pay homage tomorrow."

Worship and worship.”

When my grandfather heard this, he walked home in a panic. He didn't want to stay here anymore.

But at this moment, Kang Bo came.

"Xiao Liu, what do you want to do in the future?"

When my grandfather heard this, he said: "I am a rough man, I will definitely be farming from now on, otherwise what else can I do?"

"From now on, just follow me and learn to be a Taoist priest, otherwise Shui Yuelao will not let you go."

Seeing that my grandfather didn't answer, he left. The next day, the villagers came to the river early, but it was still the same as yesterday, and there was no change.

As soon as Kang Bo arrived, he went straight to the coffins that had been dug out before. Since there was nothing inside, they were too lazy to care about it, so the villagers took some branches and covered them up.

When they took away the branches and took a look, everyone was shocked.

The bodies of those who died were placed in the coffins one by one. When the relatives of the deceased saw this, they were naturally extremely sad, but for others, the most unfathomable thing was that this person was dragged by Shui Yue Lao

After going down, the body should be in the water.

Kang Bo explained: "This man is indeed from the stagnant water? But the body is no longer useful, so he sent it back. Don't get rid of the mud, just forget it. The funeral should be held, and the funeral should be held."

If you go home, don’t stay here anymore.”

This incident passed hastily. Until now, the coffin has been placed at the mouth of the bay, but because of the high tide, it cannot be seen.

After my grandfather finished speaking, Qi Xueying asked: "Grandpa, what does Shui Yue Lao look like?"

"This Shui Yue Lao is actually a child. We call him Shui Yue Lao here? He's called Red Boy downstream, and he's called Shui Boy upstream. The names are all different."

"Then since you've never seen it, how do you know it's a child?"

"You have to ask Da Wei, he has the most say in this matter."

What grandpa said is indeed correct, because it happened to me when my father passed away.

I was still young at that time, and my father had just started to go crazy not long after my mother passed away. My grandfather was still young at that time and had a high prestige.

I remember it was raining heavily outside that day, and my grandfather and I went to the next village to recite sutras for people to be saved, and when we came back, we happened to meet Mother Liu from the village.

Liu's mother hurriedly said that my father was heading towards the river, and my grandfather and I immediately ran that way. When I arrived at the river, my grandfather hadn't arrived yet, and a child in red clothes was standing there.

Dragging my father's body towards me.

His face was pale and there was a black mark in the center of his forehead. He looked about the same age as me at that time.

I ran over angrily, but he slapped me to the ground. I rubbed my red face, and tears had already flowed out.

He smiled, put down my father's hand and turned around to leave. When I ran over, my father had no signs of life.

It wasn't until my grandfather arrived that he told me that the kid was Shui Yuelao, and the bridge he built for my father was himself.

We don’t understand this world of ghosts and ghosts at all. We only know that when people die, they need to be buried in peace, and when people live, they need to be down-to-earth and safe.

When I recall these past events again, although I feel very touched, they are not the same as before.

After hearing this, Qi Xueying said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on in your family. Don't mind."

"It's okay. Since it's already passed, what does it matter. It's getting late now, so you should go to your room and rest first."

I stood up, put away the dishes, and all the fish on the table turned into bones. It seemed that she was really hungry. I put the bones into a bowl and walked to the door to feed Xiao Hei.

When I came back again, she was washing dishes in the yard. I walked over and said, "Okay, you go and have a rest. I can do this kind of thing."

She wiped her hands, stood aside, looked at me and said, "Is your grandfather the survivor of the Chenjiagou water ghost that came ashore?"

"No, my grandfather was just a man who fished corpses from the Yellow River." I simply replied to her, just to deal with her.
Chapter completed!