A slight drop of sweat appeared on Chujiu's forehead, and the Soul-Calling Art was interrupted!
I suddenly remembered that Chujiu and I had never studied the name of the female corpse.
Chujiu's face showed anxiety and he turned his head to look at me.
The wooden boat happened to be hit by water waves and rocked violently on the board. Chujiu became even more anxious, and the cold sweat on his forehead dripped down his cheeks onto the board.
Just when I was exhausted and ready to call Master Zhuan to come back tomorrow, Master Zhuan suddenly stopped singing and shouted: "Cui'e!"
The moment Zhuan Ye stopped singing, the wooden boat suddenly floated towards the center of the whirlpool.
By the time Mr. Zhuan lowered his body and sang again, the bow of the boat had already rushed into the whirlpool a foot away.
I instinctively leaned towards the stern of the boat, and right under the feet of Mr. Brick, who was standing at the bow, was the swirling and rapid water.
"Chujiu! Hurry! Cui'e!"
At this time, Chujiu also reacted, and the speed of the spells in his mouth increased.
"Three soul-collecting masters and three boys, don't eat a little water from the underworld. Souls gathered thousands of miles away will return home. Three souls are returning in a fluttering way. Seven souls are returning in a vast way. The soul is returning to the body and the body is at ease. The soul is returning to the person and the person is pure.
Harvest! Collect your three souls and seven souls of Cui'e and return! I serve the Supreme Lord, the divine soldiers and generals, fire and fire are as urgent as the law! Be as urgent as the law and order! Return!"
As Chujiu shouted the word "go" loudly, a cold wind blew out from the center of the whirlpool, and the wooden boat began to shake violently again, with faint signs of drifting toward the center of the whirlpool.
With a "pop" sound, Mr. Zhuan lowered his body again and slapped the pendant on the bow of the boat with his palm, and the chanting in his mouth became louder.
The wooden boat began to slowly move backwards. Chujiu, who had squatted back in the cabin, also leaned towards the stern of the boat, then put his hand into the water and used it as an oar to paddle backwards.
Seeing this, I also put my hand into the water on the other side and started paddling hard.
Ten minutes later, the wooden boat stopped on the river beach next to the boulder. Mr. Zhuan let out a sigh of relief and cursed Chujiu for what he did at the critical moment and almost maimed everyone.
Chujiu apologized aggrievedly to Mr. Zhuan, blaming himself for being careless and not thinking too comprehensively.
He originally thought that he would just collect the soul when he arrived at the place, but he didn't expect that there were so many remnant souls under the river that his scalp felt numb. For a while, he didn't know which one was the soul of the female corpse.
Mr. Zhuan was quite generous, he just complained and then calmed down.
"You don't even think about it, how many years has the Yellow River been in existence? This place can be called Guitou Bay, how can it be possible that only one or two people have died? What a pig."
Chujiu giggled and let Master Zhuan scold him, but in the end, Master Zhuan was made a little helpless.
On the way back to Dawang Village, Mr. Zhuan stood straight on the bow of the boat and asked casually, is our mission necessary to recover the remnant soul of the female corpse?
"Well…"
Chujiu looked as if he had been struck by lightning, and turned to look at me indifferently.
"You planned to do this. What do you want me to do?"
Chujiu snorted and turned his head, staring at the river, drawing circles on the board with his fingers.
At this time, I also suddenly realized that the department's mission was not that complicated at all. It just required us to come and determine the threat level and then eliminate the female corpse.
Now that I think about it, when I walked into the brick factory gate for the first time on the ninth day of the lunar month, the problem was solved with that loud roar. All I had to do was choose a place and arrange for someone to bury the female body, and then she could go back home.
Everything that happened after that was due to the wonderful plan that Chujiu had thought up with so much thought, and I just happened to be led by him and started to make calculations along his plan.
"Hey? Why don't you two dolls talk?"
There was obvious gloating in Mr. Zhuan's tone.
"Master Zhuan, did you lie on purpose? Did you know it a long time ago?"
On the ninth day of the lunar month, I was once again scolded by Mr. Zhuan, who insisted on taking off his pants and farting in the cold weather to make the old man go out for a swim.
At this time, Mr. Zhuan has already realized that our mission is not to collect souls at all.
It's just that he overheard Chujiu's plan in the afternoon, recognized the jade pendant hanging on Chujiu's waist, and was thinking about how to protect us.
"Just think of it as her creation. Don't you Taoists often talk about cause and effect? I, the old man, just think that I haven't been in the water for a long time and am familiar with it. Who is Qin De's descendant?"
Chujiu kept apologizing to Master Zhuan, which finally had a big effect. Master Zhuan pointed at the listless big rooster in the cabin and asked Chujiu to remember to return it.
"Master Brick, I thought this rooster would be killed and sacrificed to the river. I never thought it would come back alive."
I asked about the doubts in my heart, and Chujiu nodded his head next to me like a garlic hammer.
Mr. Zhuan told us that Guitou Bay is nothing more than the remnants of some water ghosts, and they are not qualified enough for him to come to the river to offer sacrifices.
Besides, we are only here to collect a remnant soul, not to fish for people. Fishing for people will involve grabbing food from them, so it is not impossible to take care of it.
Some cockscomb blood was enough to show goodwill. As for the skull of a water monkey hung on the bow of the boat, it was purely to scare these ungrateful things.
But the slap from the bow of Mr. Zhuan at the end was really angry.
A few decades ago, when Mr. Zhuan went into the water to fish for people, these unscrupulous water monkeys must have been hiding far away.
They haven't lost their temper in decades, maybe they have almost forgotten that there are river workers in this river.
After Mr. Zhuan opened his chatterbox, he never listened and told us about his master's deeds back then.
His master's temper became even hotter, and water monkeys and the like did not dare to exude dissatisfaction wherever he went.
There was a time when Master Zhuan's master went into the water to fish out people, and a whole skinned water monkey hung on the bow of the boat.
Chujiu was amazed when he heard this, and couldn't help but exaggerate how cool Mr. Zhuan's master was.
Although Mr. Zhuan didn't understand the specific meaning of Taiku, he could still see the look of admiration on Chujiu's face, and now he felt no unpleasantness at all.
"Master Zhuan, how do you know that the female corpse's name is Cui'esa?"
Chujiu then slapped him with a rainbow flattery, praising Mr. Zhuan for being so awesome.
"Since I started working as a river worker, I have learned about all the abnormal corpses in the rivers within a hundred miles."
Mr. Zhuan explained that being familiar with the conditions in the river is a very necessary part of their river work.
It's just that some of the corpses were fished out by relatives who paid a fee, and some of them have always stayed in the river.
Living corpses like female corpses must also be in Master Zhuan's possession.
In addition to the walking dead and zombies that I was told about before the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, I heard a new term: living zombie.
Zhuan Ye told us that living corpses only exist in water, just like zombies only exist on land. They are all created by chance in the environment.
Time passed quickly, and we were chatting enthusiastically, and the wooden boat returned to Dawang Village.
After Zhuan Ye directed us to hide the wooden boat again, he said quietly: "Sometimes it actually feels good to talk."
Then he asked us to return the rooster quickly, put his hands on his back and left along the path without looking back.