Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

At first, these river drifters were very bold. Since their lives were being held by the magistrate Huang, they naturally had nothing to say.

But now that he has seen the evil spirit he fears most, he has no choice but to run for his life.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these river drifters are the best swimmers; according to old custom, the best swimmers are often the most dangerous underwater monsters.

Especially this Water Splasher, which is different from ordinary water monkeys, is a person who has not died and has a breath of dragon miasma in his mouth. He can use his skills from when he was alive to carve the weakest point under the sampan.

Countless people have died here. Ever since the water sprites showed their faces, no one has dared to go into the water again, whether to help ferry people or to fish.

The key point is that these people who were splashed with water didn't all drown; they all died of thirst. Therefore, they were all from Suolongzhuang, and they were the ones who made their living off the water and were most accustomed to swimming.

Others may not know, but Li Feng knows best. He saw these things when Da Zhiguo went down into the tomb.

If that big pot hadn't been so bad at swimming, it probably would have ended up looking like this.

"Stop staring, just keep moving forward. Don't be afraid of these things. With those riverboats to protect us, everything will be fine!"

Hearing what Huang Dazhang said, apart from the river drifters, everyone else had different expressions. Li Feng and Mr. Lin exchanged glances and both understood what the other meant.

This grandson must be hiding something from them, otherwise, why would he seem so calm?

They even ignored the two extra people who had come with them.

Perhaps noticing the strange looks on Mr. Lin and Li Feng's faces, he explained, "These things are called 'water sponges,' they're all made by those corpse retrievers. They've killed a lot of people with these water sponges, that's how they keep their business."

"The reason we're keeping these river drifters from Suolong Village under guard is because they smell the strongest of water and are most likely to attract these water ruffians. It's also to get us out of this predicament. As for the others, just be careful on the night. As long as they don't get called back and lose their souls, it's fine."

"Besides, both of you gentlemen are highly skilled craftsmen. The rest of us in this business are all kiln operators. Why would we be afraid of them?"

As he spoke, he led the way forward. Mr. Lin listened without comment, unable to grasp the underlying meaning, but Li Feng understood perfectly.

The waters here run deep. Those water sprites are not something that some kind of corpse retriever could have made. They're probably something else entirely.

Suppressing his thoughts, Li Feng watched as he approached the edge, and then he saw a wild ferry crossing appear in the reeds. A boatman was holding a torch and waiting nearby.

Looking at the pale-faced men floating on the river with torches, who seemed utterly inhuman, Mr. Lin shrugged at Li Feng, who nodded in agreement. He too had seen through the trickery.

"Just watch, this woman has a backup plan. There's definitely more than just him coming this time. Did you figure it out? Those river drifters are all lifeless human skin, kind of like the cobbler from the Ghost Shop. And they're quite skilled. I reckon they're at least managers in the main hall."

Hearing this, Li Feng nodded. He had naturally noticed something fishy, ​​but he didn't have Mr. Lin's insight and couldn't see through the trick.

"So, we not only have to guard against those thieves from the Ascension Cult, but also against this woman stabbing us in the back."

"Then do you know what to do?!"

Li Feng nodded after hearing Mr. Lin's words, then made a throat-slitting gesture, which startled Mr. Lin, who quickly waved his hands, "My goodness, what are you doing...?"

"Forget it, forget it, let's play it by ear, play it by ear..."

Before Mr. Lin finished speaking, the group saw a boatman rowing by in a sampan. A sculpture of the Dragon King was placed at the bow of the boat, with three incense sticks stuck in it.

This is the entrance to the river before the drifter goes down into the river. Before working with Li Feng, the mortician, he worships a local earth god as a substitute, but one is a picnicter and the other is a deity who has been officially appointed.

After the incense burned out, Li Feng saw He Piaozi take the incense burner down and invite Li Feng onto the boat. Looking at the shape formed by the burning incense, he had a strange feeling in his heart.

The shape of this incense is very similar to that of a type of incense recorded in the incense manual passed down by that cheap master; it is the shape of an incense that asks for something from someone.

Upon seeing this, Li Feng couldn't help but feel a jolt of surprise, and his eyelids twitched. It was the Dragon King from the riverbed calling for help!

It seems that it's not that the Dragon King isn't watching over these river drifters, but rather that something is weighing him down!

Li Feng glanced at the moon in the sky, and only when it showed its tip did he feel somewhat relieved.

"The numbers are being released!"

"Let's set sail!"

"Let's steer!"

……

……

Good heavens, these loud voices didn't startle Li Feng. He suspected that these river drifters weren't taking him to find someone, but rather assigning locations to the thieves in the Yin Altar.

As Li Feng left the riverbank, they saw fog rising from the river. The fog came suddenly and was not even dispersed by the wind.

Mr. Lin on the shore stared wide-eyed, his heart pounding, feeling something was off.

"Look at the fog rising over the river. It's not fog, it's miasma, a trick by those thieves to deceive us."

"But rest assured, sir, with the head chef's help, they're guaranteed not to escape our methods!"

"Sir, please keep watch here. Let us know if there's any change in the wind, and we'll prepare to set up the altar!"

As he spoke, Huang Da, the head of the office, disappeared from sight.

Mr. Lin didn't say anything. He just held the clay figure in his hand and played with it, watching it intently.

In the distant reeds, Huang Dazhang's desk stopped in one spot, and he carefully fiddled with it, revealing a small temple hidden inside. It was not very bright unless you looked closely.

"Sir, come out and see! The talisman has gone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a handsome young boy, no bigger than a finger, walked out of the small temple, jumped onto the palm of Master Huang, and was blown on by Master Huang, and grew into an adult.

"It's good that they went. I was hoping this trip would work out, otherwise that skin would have stolen our luck and thrown the world into chaos."

"If I succeed and acquire this rare item, I can join the top-tier sect, and those old aristocratic families won't have anything to say!"

The handsome young man snorted and pondered for a moment before saying to Huang, the head clerk, "Once that person fills the river hole, we should have a frank conversation with that gentleman. If he wants anything, give him as much as you can. Even if it's just to get him an official position, that's not out of the question. Let's not make it seem like we're acting dishonestly."

Huang, the head of the table, nodded. "Of course, I will follow your orders, young master!"

After saying this, the handsome young man waved a folding fan in his hand, fanning himself towards the temple. He looked up at the sky and said, "It seems this project should be completed by now. After so many years of planning, sigh..."