I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 210 Old Man Chen's Monster Life

My surname is Chen, and I am 40 years old. I don’t use rouge and water powder for maintenance like that girl.

The grandsons of the people I know are all running around, so I was promoted from Lao Chen to Lao Chen.

Although it sounds weird, I have been familiar with it for a long time.

When you get older, you have more problems, and you don't have a woman at home, and you don't have a child under your feet, so you become lazy and lose your strength.

Later, I entrusted a relationship and went to Renjia Town to be the watchman. It was a relief. I hummed a ditty every day and beat the gong twice in Renjia Town to get a salary.

Life is stable and comfortable, and occasionally I can have a couple of drinks, and I go to the Yihong Courtyard in Renjia Town to be chic and unrestrained, and learn from that Cao.

According to the storyteller, this is called Wei Wu's Legacy.

Hehe, this scholar's brain is so fucking good.

Thinking of the happy life in the past, old man Chen couldn't help showing a happy smile. Immediately after there was a bang, he directly covered his head and let out a strange cry.

"Father, you hit me on the head again!"

"Hmph, be serious!"

A white-haired old man gave his son a disgusted look, then walked back into the house trembling.

Old man Chen sighed helplessly, and sat down on the ground, remembering that he was a happy beater back then.

As a result, he never expected that he would be frightened by encountering ghosts in Renjia Town again and again.

Hurry up to find friends and change places to avoid the bad luck of Renjia Town.

Later, he thought about it, and went to Macheng, where the economy was developed, and he heard people say that he just picked up money when he went there, and the key was that there were many other people.

Wouldn't there be fewer ghosts if there were more people?

Old Chen was gone, and within a few days, he saw something strange again in the middle of the night. He saw a big pig's head, but he couldn't see what it looked like, but the silly sound frightened him.

The shadow looks like a person, a person who can squawk, hiss!

Old Chen ran fast, and ran back to Renjia Town. He was frightened and wanted to make some money, and became a watchman again, but he ran into a ghost again...

Ugh!

Old Chen couldn't help looking up to the sky and sighing, the same surname was Chen, why did the storyteller in the teahouse call it Chen Ping'an, it was called the life of an evildoer.

This is also called the life of an evildoer, to be precise, it is called the life of a ghost, comparing people to people, it is so maddening!

Just as old Chen was sighing, an iron rod flew out of the house, and hit him with a muffled bang, making him shiver in fright.

Father Chen came out from inside, looked at him blankly, frowned directly, and scolded, "What are you still doing sitting here, why don't you prepare something!"

Old Chen nodded his head hastily, and couldn't help but wipe away the slight sadness in his heart. After all, he didn't survive the beatings of the society and ran back to inherit the family property.

Back then, he was unwilling to inherit the family business and ran out secretly, which made his father furious and clamored to sever ties with him.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't get along outside, he wouldn't have come back to inherit the family business!

Not chic outside?Not comfortable outside?

I can still visit the kilns if I have nothing to do, but now I have to save money when I go home.

He wanted to live at home, but he also wanted to visit brothels, ah, old Chen looked at the iron bars on the ground and shuddered.

In front of his father, he seemed to be a child of seven or eight years old.

Old Chen has suffered a lot, his father is old, does he still want to fight back?

Depressed, he came to the yard with his head down, where a large group of roosters were showing off their red crowns.

Tilting his head, he seemed to be looking at Old Chen in front of him with disdainful eyes.

Hearing a slap, the yard was in an instant, and the old head Chen came to the father with the iron rod in one hand and the rooster in the other.

The old man didn't say much, he took the rooster in his hand, picked up the knife at the side, his eyes were sharp, his hands were quick, and with a little cold light, the head of the chicken fell off in an instant, and blood flowed.

There was a chopping board in front of him, and there was a small jade bowl on the chopping board. As soon as the father stretched out his hand, the chicken blood fell into the bowl steadily.

With a solemn expression, he bent his waist and lowered his head, muttering something softly to the bowl of chicken blood.

Old Chen didn't know what he was reading. He stood aside seriously and observed carefully. This was actually his future job, a family business passed down from six generations of his ancestors.

Corpse man.

The professions in the world are divided into the upper three and the lower nine, and the corpse hunter belongs to the kind of low-level.

But if there is inheritance, then it can be eaten as a meal.

Sometimes it's good to be alive, don't think too much, this is old Chen's experience in the outside world for more than ten years.

He stood there silently, quietly waiting for his father to perform the prayer ceremony.

It is not so easy to be a corpse hunter, and it is not so easy to go down the Yangtze River. Just like the tomb robber, each profession has its own rules.

Father Chen muttered a few more words, then slowly nodded his head, put his hands in the basin next to him, washed them quietly for a few times, and then wiped them clean with a towel.

Then he solemnly came to the box beside him.

The box contained his ancestral treasures, and old Chen looked at it quietly. Although he had seen it countless times when he was young, there are many ways to inherit this craft if he really wants to inherit it.

The box was very long, slender and slender. Father Chen took a lot of effort to open it, and solemnly took out its old buddy, the magic weapon of the corpse hunter——

Corpse stick.

It is a full 10 meters long, and the whole body is jasper, with a faint yellowish black. Both ends of the corpse fishing stick are full of black marks, which vaguely look like paw marks.

"Let's go!"

With the corpse stick in his hand, old man Chen seemed to be a different person, his whole temperament became different.

If he was said to be an ordinary farmer before, then now he has the aura of a leading brother.

He carried the corpse stick in front, and Old Chen followed behind with the bowl of chicken blood, and there was no one else after that.

Fishing for corpses is very unlucky, and it is very eye-catching. A corpse has been soaked in water for a long time, and it is really impossible to look directly at it.

Regardless of the smell or appearance, it can dissuade [-]% of people, so that people will not be idle and bored, come to watch.

Even the family members didn't come, not that they were cold-blooded, the Yangtze River is too big, it is not easy to fish out a dead body.

It’s not guaranteed, people are waiting there, fishing for three days or four days, or even the wrong person, it’s all bad reputation, looking for scolding.

However, being scolded and having to endure it, losing a loved one, no matter how kind and enlightened a person is, they can't maintain their sanity for a day or two.

The two walked in tandem, and Father Chen said slowly, "Today, I caught a girl. She married into the next village, and she got angry with her mother-in-law, so she jumped into the river because of aggrievedness."

"Her husband is also a kind person. Otherwise, she would become a lonely ghost, and he would spend a lot of money to fish her out and find a good feng shui to bury her."

Old Chen nodded, but didn't ask why the quarrel happened, and how was her mother-in-law.

That's all nonsense. It's not your turn to point fingers at other people's family affairs. If you say a few more words and label yourself an adulterer, that would be really interesting.

Old Chen has seen a lot, and after so many years of playing outside, he has come to understand one truth, that is, to be cautious in words and deeds.

There is no guarantee that one day, he will die because of this mouth.

The two stopped talking, and the atmosphere on the road was very dull. This is also the rule of the corpse hunters, don't speak loudly, don't laugh and curse wantonly.

It's not that they are afraid of disturbing the ghosts and gods, they can't reach this point, but they are mainly afraid of the family members of the person who just died.

There is a funeral in someone's house, please go to retrieve the corpse, you go to retrieve the corpse, laughing, what do people think?

With a bad temper, two slaps were thrown over directly, and you still dare not say a word.

Fortunately, because his business couldn't get on the table, he lived in a remote place, very close to the Yangtze River.

After not walking far, the two of them slowly boarded a boat. This boat was also very well-regulated, with both ends pointy, like an arrow.

It is very different from ordinary boats. There are patterns carved on the bow and stern, with tiger heads on the bow and dragon tails on the stern.

Both dragon and tiger are auspicious, and the tiger is the master of murderous spirit. Carved on the bow of the boat can destroy evil spirits and evil spirits.

And the dragon, needless to say, is engraved on the stern of the boat to prevent some weird things from following.

The Yangtze River is very deep, so there are inevitably some water monkeys, water ghosts, and water demons.

At this time, the sun was rising in the sky, and it was already autumn, but it didn't feel hot at all.

Corpse hunters like this kind of environment the most. One is that they can see far away when the sun is out, making it easier to sail.

Two, you come to the river in the middle of the night to try it out, the wind is howling, don't talk about picking up the corpse, go find the dead man, you dare not sleep.

Father Chen stood at the bow of the boat and looked into the distance. The old man behind him handed over the chicken blood in his hand. Father nodded slowly, bent down and slowly sprinkled the chicken blood into the water.

To make a living on the Yangtze River, you must first say hello to the water god of the Yangtze River.

Whether fishing or boating, they must offer sacrifices in advance.

Why not bring the chicken over and kill it?

Just make sense, a chicken is quite expensive, just keep the meat for yourself.

There are many great gods of water in the Yangtze River, and they don't care about these things.

After finishing the preparations, Mr. Chen and Mr. Chen started to sail on the Yangtze River with their boats. After exploring for a while, they were lucky enough to find it from afar.

After rowing the boat, old Chen could see the woman's body clearly, it was swollen by the river water, she had no clothes on her body, and it was presumed that the woman had been washed away by the Yangtze River long ago.

It was so horrible, it made him a little sick, and he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Father Chen was already used to it, he stretched out the long corpse stick in his hand, and salvaged it skillfully and attentively.

The corpse was getting closer and closer, but Old Man Chen still didn't dare to relax. Suddenly, Old Man Chen touched Old Man Chen strangely.

Father Chen trembled in fright. The boat was swaying back and forth on the long street. He turned his head and glared, "Bastard! Why are you touching me!"

Don't you know that people are scary, scaring people to death?

Old Chen gulped down his saliva, pointed to his ears, and listened carefully, there was a faint cry.

Crying, so annoying, but where did the crying come from?

Father Chen's hair burst instantly, because a hand touched his ankle at some point, it was extremely cold.

Finished!

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