"Little pumpkin, hurry up, hurry up!" Ge Zhuang suddenly shouted at me, and the sound of water from the rising tide in the river almost covered his roar.

I was just wondering why this fat man was so scared, and immediately saw a red blood vortex rolling up where the coffin came out of water!

The river water tumbling violently, turning into a deep pool of pus and blood. The air vortex became bigger and bigger, like a giant mouth of a monster trying to swallow the coffin that was floating out of the water in one bite!

I was so scared by the big vortex that Ge Zhuang snatched the pickaxe and shouted, "Don't stand there, hurry up and paddle. Such a big bubble, the boat will definitely blow up the Dragon King Temple if it is rolled in!"

It is forbidden to make a living on the river surface, and "the dragon king temple explodes" is also an alternative saying.

After living in the Yangtze River for a long time, I have also known many tricks.

The Yangtze River seems calm, but undercurrents are surging underwater, and countless reefs are hidden. The wind and wind slopes are narrow and long and detoured, and countless rocks are shattered. The undercurrents wash away the large water vortex formed by the stone walls. Even if a large ox falls into it, it cannot swim out!

Ge Zhuang had never seen such a large vortex before, and his cheeks turned blue. As soon as he finished speaking, the wind blew up the rambling slope, and even the white fog covering the river became deeper. The white fog locked the river, as if it had fallen into the underworld.

I was blown by the cold wind and shivered unconsciously. I didn't dare to think about anything, and grabbed the oar and shook it desperately.

The water from the Sharp Daoxia River was already urgent. The coffin came out of water and rolled up nearly half a meter high wave, slapped on the boat, making our feet unstable and all fell to the board.

I was shaken by the hull and almost fell into the water again. I grabbed the side of the boat with both hands, but Ge Zhuang's scream came from my ears, "Little Pumpkin, look! Behind, damn...behind you!"

I was confused by him. When I looked back subconsciously, I found that the blood-red vortex was actually starting to move. Look at the posture, it was clearly chasing us!

"Damn it, Niu Er got into the water. He wouldn't be attracted by the Dragon Prince. He wanted to find him as his son-in-law, why are you so chasing him so hard!" Ge Zhuang roared strangely, twisted his big fat butt and took the helm quickly, causing the boat to deviate from its original track.

I felt that the Dragon Prince might not have come for Niu Er, so I pointed to the big red coffin floating on the river and said, "Fatty, shouldn't the dragon girl sleeping in this coffin be? We shouldn't scratch it!"

"It's Dragon Girl, how dare you go down and kiss?"

Ge Zhuangda's face shook his plate, and his face was full of flesh. He gritted his teeth and said, "Grandma, I don't believe it anymore." I'm used to the strong winds and waves of Jiandao Gorge. If the Dragon Prince dares to compete with us for food, I will set up a website for the decisive family to kill it!

"Don't just talk big, row the boat quickly!" I pinched his fat butt, jumped up and shook the oar, exerting my energy!

The water really rushes to the Dragon King Temple. I have never seen such a scary scene before!

The waves slapped on the bow of the boat gradually heavier, and the strong wind in the chaotic slope was whizzing, as if it had entered the severe winter early. The whizzing cold wind was like a knife board, making my cheeks hurt.

Ge Zhuang and I worked hard to drag the boat on track. We stayed in Huishui Bay for more than ten years. I had never seen such a turbulent flow, nor did I see such a strong wind. We were scared to sweat a cold sweat. We quickly set off with Ge Zhuang, and put in a desperate effort to drive the boat out of the turbulent wind slope.

"Grandma, the taboo Lao Luo said really makes sense. There is a lot of evil spirit in that place. I'm afraid that the Dragon Prince's chamber pot was spilled, otherwise how could such a big wave flow out?"

After finally driving the boat out of the turbulent wind slope, Ge Zhuang shaved his big face while shaking his plate, "Or what if we go back, we will burn incense to the Dragon Prince and talk to him well. This time, Shuiwan is not his own territory, do you think so?"

I cursed, fat man, do you keep the boat well, don’t clean up any of it, be careful that the Dragon Prince comes to find you!

It was strange that as soon as we rowed the boat out of the grave slope, the cold wind was getting smaller, the fog on the river gradually dissipated, and the water flow gradually calmed down.

Ge Zhuang and I hurriedly put on our pants so that we would not be seen by the young girl who was outside, "lost the bottom". Don't look at it. I saw a pair of birds jumping around. From then on, we became the gangster leader of Niuzigou.

"I said little pumpkin. This time my buddy competes for food from the Dragon Prince, which is a grand event, and it's enough to brag for the rest of my life!"

As soon as this grandson returned to a familiar place, he inevitably began to show off again, muttering thick lips, piles of fat meat, and a humble expression.

I said, what, I want the county to give you a banner?

Ge Zhuang curled his lips and said that the banner was not as good as the five grandfathers. As long as the avatars of these grandfathers are still printed on the RMB in one day, then they are my dear grandfather!

There has not been a new banknote issued in 1996, and there are five old heads printed on the soft girl coins. This fat man shouted "grandfather" at the banknotes every day, which made me tired of hearing it.

The boat was carrying Niu Lao Er's body, and a nylon rope hung behind his butt. The big red coffin was soaked in the water and floated back to the water bay with the boat.

As soon as I arrived at the local area, there were drums and drums. The village chief led a group of villagers playing the suona, shook hands and expressed condolences. He patted Ge Zhuang and me on the shoulders, saying that you are really good comrades who benefit socialism.

Ge Zhuang had piles of fat on his face, and he smiled so hard that he narrowed his eyes into slits. He said, "Don't mess with those who are weak, brothers are born and die, and they are all for the glory of my five grandpas."

The village chief laughed and said, "No hurry, your five grandpas are all wrapped in the red cloth that you worship, so it's definitely not bad!"

The villagers went to bed and carried the body away. The suona was not played against me and Ge Zhuang. As soon as Niu Lao Er's body was put on a straw mat, several farmers came to "take the head" and wrapped it on the mat with a nylon rope as thick as a thumb. They shouted that the horn was too close to Niuzigou.

Aunt Niu followed behind the straw mat crying, crying while sprinkling yellow paper. The villagers lined up in a row and escorted the bodies back to the village. The scene was really lively. Villagers, big and small, came to see Niu Laoer off.

It’s not that Niu Lao Er has a good relationship with others, and the villagers love him. It’s really because this guy doesn’t worry about it after his death. He likes to climb up the cliff and sing mountain songs in the middle of the night club, which scares the young and old in this village.

Now everyone collectively sees him off, and he feels comfortable serving this man, and he is on the road with a glorious atmosphere, so he can naturally save a lot of trouble.

The village chief benevolent and righteous, and he agreed to have five thousand oceans, but no one left. Ge Zhuang and I shared the money and were filled with joy. Then he realized that the big red coffin brought out from the turbulent wind slope was still floating on the water.
Chapter completed!