My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

Chen Jiuli gratefully took the official seal, and at this moment Fang Hao's cell phone suddenly vibrated. After the call was connected, Wang Pangzi's generous voice came. Wang Pangzi excitedly told Fang Hao that he had pulled a big order. Fang Hao was delighted after hearing this, and he believed that Wang Pangzi was serious this time, because he had always wanted to learn the art of corpse recovery. After hanging up the phone, Fang Hao muttered to himself: "There is another order to take." At the same time, he also looked forward to Wang Pangzi bringing back more good news.

In Sanjiashan Village, a villagers' meeting was in full swing. Fatty Wang walked out of a utility room in a farmhouse, entered the yard, and sat down on a stool. This meeting was closely related to him.

The village chief sat on an old millstone, tapped the ground with his walking stick, and said in a low voice: "I think everyone has heard the rumor that 'the Yangtze River prolongs life'?" As soon as he finished speaking, the yard suddenly became noisy.

Fatty Wang was confused. He was originally called by the village chief because he claimed to be able to retrieve corpses. But how was he now related to "extending life from the Yangtze River"? He handed a cigarette to a big man next to him and asked, "Brother, what does this 'extending life from the Yangtze River' mean?"

The burly, dark-skinned man took the cigarette, looked at Fatty Wang, and said, "Just call me Tiezhu. Brother, you are not a local, right? The locals should all know this rumor."

Fatty Wang nodded, pointed at the village chief and said, "I'm the corpse retriever hired by your village chief, but I've never worked in this area before, so I don't really understand."

Tiezhu's hand stopped in mid-air, and he looked at Fatty Wang in astonishment: "Are you the corpse retriever hired by the village chief?" After getting a positive answer, he frowned and said, "I'm afraid if I tell you, you will run away. Several corpse retrievers have already run away before!"

"Are there many corpse retrievers here?" Fatty Wang asked. In his opinion, corpse retrievers should be very rare.

Tie Zhu shook his head with disdain on his face: "Humph, they are also considered corpse lifters? They used to be in the salvage team or on the boat, and then pretended to be corpse lifters to cheat people out of money!"

He explained that in modern society, corpse retrievers are rare. Usually, salvage work is done by the government, using modern salvage equipment. It is difficult to find professional corpse retrievers like those in ancient times.

"However," Tiezhu changed the subject, "some of these scammers have indeed been in trouble."

Fatty Wang asked curiously, "What happened next?" He began to feel that things might not be simple.

Tiezhu took a deep puff of his cigarette and said, "What happened next? They were all dead! We had to call the police and ask them to send a ship to salvage them."

Fatty Wang frowned and looked at the village chief, thinking to himself: From what Tiezhu said, several groups of people have gone down there before, but none of them succeeded in salvaging the fish and instead lost their lives. Is there really something strange in the Yangtze River?
"Oh right," Tie Zhu said suddenly, "You're asking about 'The Yangtze River Extends Life', right? This rumor started ten years ago. At that time, there was a wealthy businessman who felt that he was dying, so he heard about some way to extend his life. The rumor goes that if he sacrificed ten people, the Yangtze River would cause a shipwreck and ten people would die. After that, this area of ​​the river became very strange."

"Weird?" Fatty Wang couldn't help but ask.

Tie Zhu nodded and continued, "After that, strange things always happened in our village and the nearby villages. People often drowned in this river basin, and now it is famous. Four years ago, the Yangtze River stopped flowing, and our village happened to be nearby. Guess what? We saw a translucent coffin at the bottom of the river!"

"The lid of the coffin was transparent. Our entire village went to see it. Guess what they saw?" Tiezhu asked mysteriously.

Fatty Wang shook his head. Tie Zhu continued, "In that huge coffin, there were ten undecayed people! Later, it was rumored that these ten people were the ten people who died in the previous shipwreck!"

Fatty Wang asked in confusion: "Then why didn't you take them out and cremate them?"

Tiezhu shook his head in disdain, threw away his cigarette butt and said, "We thought about it at the time, but the coffin was one piece, without an opening, like a solid piece of stone. No one knows how the bodies were put in! Moreover, the Yangtze River only stopped flowing for a few hours, and the water suddenly rose back before we had a chance to discuss it. If I wasn't a good swimmer, I would have almost drowned there!"

Fatty Wang was full of questions, but he felt that he could not ask any more questions. He kept thinking: One-piece coffin? Is there such a coffin in the world? If it is really one-piece, how can the body be put in it? Also, why didn't they take the coffin out from the bottom of the river, but just left it there?
The village chief coughed a few times, and after the villagers quieted down, he continued, "It has been ten years since this happened, but in these ten years our crops have been getting worse and worse, and our luck has been getting worse and worse.

Old Li from Dongcun got a strange disease after the flood at the beginning of this year and died three days later! If it weren't for the interruption of the flow four years ago, we would still be in the dark! Now, I have invited an expert to look at the Feng Shui.

The Feng Shui of our village was destroyed by that coffin! We must deal with that coffin! The body in the coffin must also be dug out!"

After the village chief finished speaking, the yard fell into a brief silence. …

The women held their children tightly, while the men smoked silently, their rough palms still showing traces of labor, and their faces showing a little anxiety.

The coffin at the bottom of the river has long been the focus of everyone's discussion.

But every attempt to salvage the coffin ended in failure, and some people even died. No one knows what happened at the bottom of the river, but the coffin seems to be cursed, and anyone who touches it will die.

"Village chief, it's not that I want to back down. We have tried many times, but everyone has seen the results," said a villager helplessly.

"The coffin was extremely heavy, and it was beyond the ability of one person to lift it. However, every time multiple people went down to the dive, none of them survived."

“We tried to dig with a crane, but found nothing. Instead, the driver died mysteriously.”

"Now, all the surrounding villages know that we have a strange coffin here. Anyone who touches it will die."

"What's even more disturbing is that with every death, there is one more strange thing happening in the village."

"Should we consider relocating? Why take the risk here?" These words came from a man in his thirties, and his fear was obvious.

However, not all the people in the village are young and strong.

Many elderly people can no longer bear the pain of migration.

It is more difficult for them to adapt to the new environment.

Therefore, some people raised an objection: "How can we give up so easily?"

"Old Xu's son died here. How can you let him let it go?"

"Besides, there are so many elderly people in the village. How are they going to relocate? How are they going to survive in the new environment?"

……

The yard was once again engulfed in a quarrel.

The village chief hit the ground heavily with his cane, making a dull sound, interrupting the quarrel. He slowly said, "Enough!"

"I won't stop anyone who wants to leave. This is your freedom."

"But there are still many elderly people and deceased relatives in the village. It is not realistic to ask them to leave."

"Whether we stay or go, the issue of the coffin must be resolved."

"Our relatives who drowned in the river also need to be salvaged and laid to rest."

"I have invited a corpse retriever. I heard he is a master from the Yin Yang Inn. We are gathering here today not to discuss whether to deal with the coffin, but to discuss the village's fundraising."

Hearing this, many young people looked puzzled: "Yin Yang Inn? Where is that place?"

Although young people have never heard of it, the elders in the village know something about it.

The village chief explained: "The Yin Yang Inn has not appeared in the world for a long time, so perhaps everyone is not familiar with it."

"I only heard my great-grandfather mention it when I was a child..."

Before he finished speaking, some young people whispered, "The village chief is already 83 years old this year. He heard this from his great grandfather when he was a child. Wasn't that something that happened during the Republic of China?"

"Maybe even earlier, maybe during the Qing Dynasty!"

The village chief continued, "At that time, transportation was inconvenient, and it was common for strangers to die in a foreign land. So there were people who were responsible for sending corpses back to their hometowns. These people were called footmen."

"There are also people who specialize in salvaging people who have drowned in rivers. They are called corpse retrievers."

"The corpse retrievers back then were different from those today. They mastered ancient skills and taboos."

"And the Yin Yang Inn is the gathering place for these special professionals. Even they are full of awe for the Yin Yang Inn. This shows how high its status is."

"Mr. Wang, whom I invited this time, is a master from Yin Yang Inn!"

Everyone turned their eyes to Fatty Wang.

Fatty Wang smiled slightly, greeted the village chief, and was secretly delighted. This is a big deal!

If the whole village raised funds, it would be a huge amount of money.

Not only can he make a fortune, but he can also take this opportunity to ask Han Tang for advice on corpse recovery techniques, killing two birds with one stone.

Judging from the villagers' reactions, the money was almost easy to get.

However, he has not yet mastered the technique of recovering corpses, so he needs to go back to the Yin Yang Inn to ask Han Tang for help.

Considering the difficulty of the task, you need to be careful with your pricing, otherwise you might end up losing money.

So, while everyone was thinking, Fatty Wang said, "Regarding the remuneration, I don't think we need to rush to decide."

"I took a look at the situation. To be honest, this task is quite difficult."

"I plan to go back to the inn and discuss it with the innkeeper. If possible, I will ask the innkeeper to come and check it out in person."

"We'll discuss pricing later. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, the village chief stood up abruptly, stared at Fatty Wang, and speculated secretly in his heart.

Does this fat guy want to escape?
We finally found someone who is willing to take over, we can't let him slip away easily!
As for the Yin Yang Inn...

The village chief actually didn't believe it.

That's just a legend, could it really exist?

He seriously suspected that the fat man was trying to fool this old man.

But looking at the skills he demonstrated, it seems that he does have some real talent.

The village chief hesitated for a moment, looked around at the villagers, and finally plucked up the courage to speak in person.

"Sir, our village is willing to pay a reward of 150,000 yuan. What do you think?"

When these words came out, Fatty Wang was shocked.

Fifteen thousand? Just for this?
The first job he took in the inn was assigned by Aunt Xu, who only gave him a few roosters as a thank you.

Later, after Zhang Qilin completed the corpse-driving task, Zhang Hao paid him the money out of his own pocket.

Therefore, Fatty Wang originally thought that this job could make money, but the income would definitely not be as lucrative as tomb robbing.

Now it seems that he was wrong!
I wonder what Fatty Wang would think if he knew that the inn not only collected gold, silver and treasures, but also might ask for more precious things such as yang energy and lifespan.

Fatty Wang was speechless for a moment. The village chief mistakenly thought that the reward was too low, so he rubbed his hands and said with gritted teeth.

"How about two hundred thousand?"

Fatty Wang took a deep breath. It was the first time he experienced how wonderful it felt to be hit by money.

How did the village chief stay in his position?
He is so good at bargaining!
What is puzzling is that the villagers don’t seem to have any objections?

Do they agree with this price?
Or did the salvage scammers hired previously offer a higher price?
Fatty Wang quickly nodded in agreement, fearing that the village chief would bargain again and cause dissatisfaction among the villagers.

"Village Chief, you misunderstood. That's not what I meant."

"I am deeply gratified to see your sincerity. Please rest assured that I will report to the shopkeeper in detail after I return. No matter what the result is, I will ask him to come to your village for inspection!"

The village chief saw that Fatty Wang had no intention of escaping and had already offered a high price of 200,000 yuan, which was already the limit. If he still couldn't impress him, then there was really nothing he could do.

So the village chief nodded in response.

"Well, Mr. Wang, when do you expect to return?"

Fatty Wang glanced at his phone and said, "Today is Wednesday. I will be back tomorrow and discuss with the shopkeeper. We will probably leave the day after tomorrow!"

"As long as you trust Yin Yang Inn, we will live up to your trust."

"Okay, everyone, please disperse for now and we'll discuss this the day after tomorrow!"

After Fatty Wang exchanged a few words with everyone, he was pulled aside by Tiezhu.

Tiezhu looked around and after confirming that there was no one there, he spoke solemnly to Fatty Wang.

"Brother, are you really going to help us?"

Fatty Wang looked at the iron pillar, thought carefully and then smiled.

"Of course, your village chief has offered two hundred thousand!"

Tiezhu shook his head hurriedly and continued.

"That's not what I meant."

"The village chief has never told you the secret of our village, and the coffin is not as simple as he said."

"To be honest, a gentleman once pointed out that the coffin is a thousand years old, and underneath it is the river eye. This coffin exists precisely to seal the river eye."

"If the coffin is damaged, the river will be out of control."

"If the river eye gets out of control, disaster will come!"

"And anyone who destroys the river eye will be cursed by the Water Dragon King!"

"So if you are not up to the task, then give up. Many have already died, and it is not worth it to add more casualties!"

"But don't let the village chief know this, otherwise he will nag you."

Fatty Wang frowned in confusion, wondering how could there be such a saying?
Logically speaking, how could this coffin be moved easily?

It seems
This task is not as simple as it seems.

The village chief is indeed cunning. He only tells half of the story. He is so insidious.

No wonder he offered two hundred thousand. I'm afraid he'll make more demands when the real action comes!
Fatty Wang nodded, patted Tiezhu on the shoulder and responded.

"Understood!"

"We will study it carefully after we return and give the village a reply the day after tomorrow."

After that, Fatty Wang chatted with Tiezhu for a while, then headed straight to the train station and bought a ticket to Luocheng. (End of this chapter)