Sticky Liquid
The noblewoman said hoarsely with a sobbing tone,"Yu! You have to bring Tingting back! Wuuu!"
"She's not even eighteen yet."
The voice was so hoarse that it was on the verge of losing its voice.
Seeing her cry like that, Su Ming's heart ached.
"Stay away from the river. As for whether we can bring it back, we'll know when we come back later.”
Grandpa walked out of the cabin and reminded them coldly.
Although he was a little angry, his grandfather knew that they were foreigners and did not understand many rules, so he did not blame them.
The corpse fishermen who had been running on the Yellow River all year round relied on the River God Lord to feed them.
In their eyes, the world under the river was strange and ever-changing. There were too many uncertainties.
Naturally, there were many taboos. Directly shouting names on the river was one of them.
The most important thing for the corpse salvager was to find the target.
When searching, people like his grandfather who knew some spells needed to use the souls of the victims to find the location.
It was easy for the cries of relatives to call the soul away. At that time, it would be difficult to find it.
Under the watchful eyes of this group of people, Grandpa turned on the propeller at the back of the boat.
With the roar of the motor, he swung the boat horizontally on the river.
When the direction stabilized.
He took out a compass from the yellow cloth bag beside him and stood on the deck to look.
From time to time, he would even take out a yellow talisman and throw it out with the wind.
Su Ming glanced at the people on the shore from the corner of his eyes.
Everyone stared at the boat.
"Grandfather, did you find anything?"
Su Ming asked when he was a distance away from the crowd to make sure they couldn't hear him.
"What did you discover? I already said that it's just a formality. We'll just go around this place a few times and find an excuse to brush it off.”
Grandpa pretended to look around and glanced at the people by the river.
This was because the boat did not stop at the shore.
"Yes."
Su Ming responded.
She knew that the zombie that her grandfather had mentioned was not a joke.
If they really made a commotion in the river and were tossed into the water, it would really be troublesome.
He didn't have the ability in this aspect, and his grandfather was also old. It was better not to do such a thing that the gains would not make up for the losses.
After a while, the boat drifted downstream along the river.
The people by the river went ashore and drove along the Yellow River.
"In the river, the first thing to do is to remain calm. You have to remain calm no matter what happens. Only by being calm can you deal with unexpected situations.”
Grandpa reminded her again.
"Yes, I know!"
Su Ming nodded.
Her hair was burning under the sun, and her exposed skin was also burning.
"Little Ming, hide in the boat first. You should still be downstream.”
Grandpa said as he sat on the deck. He took out a pipe and rubbed a ball of tobacco before lighting it.
He took two deep breaths and stared at the river without moving.
They continued to drift along the river for about half an hour.
Grandpa took out a piece of yellow paper that was folded into a hexagon from the yellow cloth bag.
On the outside of the yellow paper, one could see the writing that had been painted with cinnabar.
Grandpa looked at the river and didn't find anything unusual.
There was a breeze blowing from time to time.
He spread out the hexagonal yellow paper in his hand and gestured in the air for a while.
He began to chant an incomprehensible incantation.
Su Ming felt that the light in front of him had dimmed a lot.
At first, he thought it was a boat passing under the shade of a tree.
However, he recalled that there were no trees by the river when he was on the deck.
Then, he stuck his head out to take a look.
How was this a shade?
The dark clouds in the sky were black, and they quickly covered the downstream.
The wind on the river grew stronger and stronger.
The yellow paper in his grandfather's hand was just about to be put away when it was forcefully torn away by the wind.
For a moment, the yellow paper fell into the air with a whoosh.
As the wind blew, it was burnt to ashes.
They were blown into many pieces and fell on the river surface, washed away by the current.
"Not good, the sky is not right!"
Grandpa said as he turned around to return to the shed.
However, before he could lift his leg, he realized that something was even more wrong.
He winked at Su Ming and quickly reached for the peach wood sword behind him.
The sky wasn't completely out of sight. Su Ming immediately understood when he saw his grandfather's expression and hand movements.
Knowing that his grandfather was warning him that there was danger behind him, he didn't even turn his head back and was about to shrink back into the canopy of the boat.
He moved his body and felt something tugging at his clothes.
Instinctively, he struggled with all his might. With a ripping sound, he heard the sound of his clothes being torn.
Su Ming, who thought he had escaped, felt his neck being grabbed by a cold and powerful hand.
The big hand grabbed Su Ming and dragged him into the river.
He dragged Su Ming to the bottom of the deck, and he tried to grab a gap in the deck with both hands.
He couldn't think about anything else as he struggled desperately to break free from this big hand.
The hand was still pulling downwards.
In this stalemate, he felt that it was difficult to breathe and his head was dizzy.
Cold and sticky liquid was still flowing down the back of his neck.
"Zha!"
He heard his grandfather shout from behind him. The peach wood sword slashed down fiercely in the air with a whistling sound.
Even though he knew that it wasn't him, he still closed his eyes.
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