I, the last Yin-Yang embroiderer

Strange man around.

Not a word was spoken.

Su Yu looked at it carefully with confusion.

This man was wearing tight-fitting black clothes, with a dark face and a rather burly figure. He looked about forty years old.

There is a huge scar on his neck that has lasted for many years. His hands are like cattail fans, and his palms are densely covered with calluses.

He seems extremely honest and honest.

Lao Lin looked at the man like this without much expression. He just pointed lightly at the sofa in front of him.

"Sit down, sit down to talk."

The man nodded silently, sat on the sofa, and subconsciously took out a cigarette and lit it.

Su Yu frowned slightly and didn't say much.

The man took a strong breath, exhaled the thick smoke, and slowly Slow down your mouth

"My name is He Sheng"

"Because his family has made a living from the Yellow River for generations, he was named He Sheng."

Old Lin nodded thoughtfully and said

"One area of water and soil supports one area of people, and the water of the Yellow River is mixed with fish fertilizer. It is normal to make a living on the river for generations."

He Sheng took another puff of cigarette, shook his head and explained.

"Master Lin, it’s not what you think. We don’t fish for a living;......"

"Making a living by fishing for corpses."

Hearing these four words,

Su Yu and Lao Lin looked at each other with strange expressions.

Unexpectedly, the simple-looking man in front of them turned out to be a corpse fisherman from the Yellow River.

The Yellow River Basin is a vast land with abundant resources and water. The river is fast and winds for thousands of miles.

Most people call the Yellow River the mother river.

However, in the Yin Dynasty, the Yellow River has another name - the corpses fished out of the Yellow River every year.

Not to mention 1,000, there are 800.

This does not include the corpses that have not been found and were directly dissolved in the Yellow River.

If we add them, the number will be doubled.

Naturally, some family members will try to find those who committed suicide by jumping into the river. They also looked for those boat people who fished.

Over time, the profession of corpse fishers in the Yellow River was born.

A barge, a homemade bamboo pole, two or three lifebuoys and some simple salvage tools can be said to be the corpse fishermen.

When getting out of the boat, the person who retrieves the body will tie a piece of red cloth to the bow of the boat to ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters. Whenever the body is retrieved, it will be covered with a white cloth and tied with a string made of dog hair. Tie it around the waist of the corpse, and finally hang it in a shady place on a cliff or under a bridge, waiting for the family to claim it.

This seems to be a simple step, but there may have been some method to ward off evil spirits. As time passed, it was probably gone.

He Sheng gently put out the cigarette in his hand and continued to talk.

"We, the corpse collectors, walk on the edge between life and death. Most people think that we are unlucky and evil. Some people who are thoughtful will call us 'yin and yang people who cross the boundary'.’"

"But we, the corpse collectors, all know one thing."

"If he was an ancestor from the past, he could be called by these five words."

"But now we are so virtuous and capable, we have long ago thrown away all the belongings of our ancestors."

"Let alone the ability of our ancestors, there are not many people who are willing to do this."

"In my generation, the corpse-recovering team that originally numbered more than ten people now only has three people left."

Su Yu took a sip of tea and nodded silently.

Compared with other Yin elements, people who fish for corpses in the Yellow River are actually not lovable.

There are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, at least there are

It is normal to spend three hundred and sixty days on a barge.

In addition, the Yellow River is mostly filled with swollen and rotting corpses, even if you are mentally prepared. , the smell and appearance would make one's scalp numb and unable to eat.

It could even be said to be extremely terrifying.

The corpse collectors in the Yellow River had seen more corpses than living people.

After being silent for a few seconds, He Sheng said. He continued in an angry voice.

"Others think it is unlucky for us to fish for corpses and make money from dead people."

"But in my own opinion, it is actually to accumulate virtue. Everyone must return to their place after death. We who collect corpses are sending them home one by one."

"But even so, we people who fish for corpses have a bottom line. There are three things we don’t want to do."

"1. Do not retrieve the upright floating corpse, 2. Do not retrieve the corpse of the woman in red, 3. Do not retrieve the corpse that has not been retrieved three times."

"These three rules have always been engraved in the bones of those who fished for corpses from the Yellow River."

"But just three days ago……"

Having said this, the tall and majestic He Sheng trembled in fear, and his eyes were a little dazed.

"But we have violated this taboo all over the place."

Seeing He Sheng's appearance, Lao Lin slapped the table and shouted in a low voice.

"Why are you panicking? Come to your senses!"

After Lao Lin's low shout, He Sheng's originally dull eyes regained their luster. He bowed his head in silence and clenched his fists, which showed his inner panic.

Su Yu could not help but narrow his eyes when he saw this.

Judging from He Sheng's current situation, he was really frightened.

Then Lao Lin lightly knocked on the coffee table and said.

"Speak clearly, otherwise even the gods will not be able to save you."

He Sheng tremblingly took out the cigarette from his pocket again, lit it, took a deep puff, and said hoarsely.

"That day happened to be the last thundering day of autumn"

"Originally, we who fished for corpses did not fish for corpses during thunderstorms. We said that the corpses were out of their minds due to the thunder, and it would be easy for them to become ghosts if they were fished out."

"But later on, after someone fished it out a few times, we didn’t pay much attention to it, so early that morning, I drove a barge to the Yellow River with two other people from the corpse fishing team."

"Because it was a thunderstorm day, the wind was so strong that the river water stirred up whitecaps."

"In this kind of weather, it is difficult to even see a corpse, let alone retrieve it."

"So the three of us just went out for a casual stroll and didn't take it too seriously."

"But it was at this time that something extremely strange happened.……"

He Sheng was so frightened that he smoked up the remaining half of the cigarette and said horrifiedly

"We saw"

"We saw a head bobbing in the water, coming towards us……"