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Chapter 185 The Man Who Drowned in the Bed

This little old man who was a little unscrupulous, became mysterious in an instant after he said these words. With that expression, he became a lot more serious.

Could it be that this old man... on the surface is old and unscrupulous, but in fact he is really an expert who lives in seclusion in the downtown area?
Sometimes the real tall people don't necessarily live in the deep mountains and old forests. On the contrary, this kind of people live in the secular world, often haunting the street vegetable market, low-key to humble.

Just as I was about to speak, suddenly Chu Yuan, who had been standing silently at the bow of the boat, said coldly, "Don't go there yet."

Our eyes were immediately attracted, and then we looked towards the river in front of us, and found that the river mist lingering on the river in the distance gathered into a hazy mass.

When evolving into Dragon Village, the old man said that it was July and a half, and there were almost no boats on the river.

Bai Yang looked over there and said, "That's the miasma formed by the miasma of corpses."

The little old man chuckled: "There are too many people dead in this river, and the corpse aura is too heavy, especially in rainy or cloudy weather. The corpse aura is so strong that it appears on the river like a cloud of fog, and the corpse aura is too heavy. It becomes a poisonous miasma, and at this time, as long as ordinary people go in and inhale the corpse gas, they will have hallucinations, and some people think they are still walking forward, but they are actually going around in circles."

"You will even see a lot of weird things, but many people who travel by boat don't understand the reason. If you are lucky, after hours, when the yang energy is strong, the corpse energy will dissipate with the morning mist! Those who survived You will feel that you have met the river god."

I didn't want to listen to his popular science, so I said, "Master Zuo, what should we do now?"

"Come on!" he urged.

I wondered: "Wouldn't it be death if you go in?"

The old man gave me a blank stare without hesitation: "I knew I was going to die and asked! Of course I went around it!"

Bai Yang was beside him with a half-smile, as if he was used to the old man's character, but I was so ashamed that I was embarrassed.

We had to turn around, but the old man was a half-hand at rowing, and it made me want to throw up.

After we got around it, we found that there were a lot of faint black fog on the surface of the river. We started circling back and forth on the surface of the river, like headless flies, and I was turned dizzy.

Chu Yuan seemed to be able to see the distance clearly through the haze, and said with condensed eyebrows: "There is a boat!"

I looked up for a while, and I did see a boat on the river, but it was some distance away from us, and it was hazy through the gray fog, so I waved quickly.

The people on the boat should have seen us too, and sailed towards us.

As it got closer and closer, the diesel burning on the boat made a rumbling sound. When it got closer, there were four middle-aged men sitting on the boat. It seemed that they were all fishermen from the village near the river.

But after getting close, they looked at us with strange eyes.

I hurried forward and chatted with them, but I didn't say what I was doing here, only that I was here for an adventure.

The faces of the fishermen eased up a little. It was not surprising that we were dressed up. They let us board the boat. They seemed to be familiar with us who came to explore this place, and there was even sarcasm in their eyes.

It may be that people like us, who live a stable life outside, come to this kind of place to suffer, which is hard for them to understand.

"Are you going to explore Fengshan Village?"

A skinny villager with sallow skin and a slightly older grade sitting on the cabin glanced back at us and asked.

I was stunned when I heard that, but I thought of Fengshan Village, which is called Hualong Village by the villagers outside.

I nodded and said that we came from the provincial capital for an expedition, but the village was too foggy and lost our way, and it took us a long time to get out.

Hearing this, the skinny villager sneered and said, "You foreigners are good fortune tellers. Several waves of people have gone in before but have never come out. I have seen you a lot. It's very evil, and it's good if you don't lose your life."

I answered a few words, probably out of curiosity, Chu Yuan was inhumane and cold, Bai Yang was also sitting on the side, and the old man was even sitting on the side of the boat picking his feet.

The skinny villagers asked me how I got in, because there were no boats coming in this season. After all, it is July and a half, and the air is too cloudy, which is prone to accidents.

Naturally, there was no need to hide this matter, so I told the story of the old man taking us to the village a few days ago,
After hearing this, the faces of the fishermen on the boat became a little ugly. The fisherman at the helm turned his head, seemed unsure, and said to us with an ugly expression, "Does the old man you're talking about have a shallow scar on his forehead?"

When I got on the boat, I noticed that there was indeed a scar on the old man's forehead, which seemed to be scratched by a sharp object when he fell down.

So I nodded without hesitation.

Several villagers on the boat looked at each other, took a deep breath, fear flashed across their eyes, but they didn't say anything more.

Seeing the panic flashing in their eyes, I naturally saw the problem, so I couldn't help but ask a little more curiously, and said in a circumstantial way: "Two days ago we made an agreement with that old man, let him He came to pick us up, but unexpectedly he released the pigeons."

The skinny villager who spoke first sighed, "Don't complain, it's not that he won't come to pick you up, but that he will never come."

I frowned and asked, "Why?"

The villager gave me a deep look and said three words.

"he died!"

When I learned from these fishermen that the boatman who brought me and Chu Yuan to Fengshan Village two days ago had died, I was very surprised.

Although the old man was getting old, he was full of energy, he was not sick or in pain, so he died suddenly within two or three days.

From the expressions of these fishermen, I can see that this matter is not that simple, because when it comes to this matter, their eyes are full of fear.

The old man's death should be very abnormal.

Chu Yuan and I looked at each other, and finally couldn't help asking some fishermen, saying that the old man was fine two days ago, why he died suddenly.

The fishermen on the boat were obviously reluctant to answer this question, but the elderly villager sitting in the cabin took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff, as if he could suppress the fear in his heart.

"The old man you mentioned is surnamed Liu. He is from Tanghe Village on the other side of us. Everyone in the neighborhood calls him Uncle Liu. He has been on the boat for most of his life. Hearing what you say now, this time is just right. The night he died, he should have sent you to Fengshan Village and then returned, and died that night."

Barefooted, the villager turned his head and said to us meaningfully after heaving a sigh of relief: "However, this Uncle Liu died very wickedly!"

I know that it may be because of Uncle Liu's death that these people are so terrified.

So when I saw the way the villager looked at me, I felt a little nervous for no reason.

On the other hand, Chu Yuan frowned and asked, "What kind of evil method?"

The skinny villager stared at us and said in a very low voice, "He drowned in his own bed."

(End of this chapter)