Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

Zhang Sheng looked at the two police officers and urged them.

"Got it!"

The two quickly agreed, turned around and ran towards the river.

"Come up quickly!"

"Hey, all of them are docked, don't fish any more!"

soon.

Those small wooden boats rowed towards the shore.

When they rowed to the middle of the river.

Something weird happened...

only see...

The originally turbulent water flow suddenly became calmer.

Immediately afterwards, around each wooden boat, water eddies of different sizes appeared.

These vortices, as time passed, began to slowly expand.

on one of the wooden boats.

There was a gentle-looking young man wearing glasses.

When he saw a vortex the size of a washbasin around him, his face immediately became gloomy.

His name is Wang Yang.

He is the youngest corpse hunter in the nearby village.

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His craftsmanship is also the true inheritance of his grandfather Wang Dahai.

Wang Dahai, the most skilled corpse hunter in the village, died of illness five years ago. Since then, Wang Yang has taken over his grandfather's class and become a professional corpse hunter.

His skills are as good as his grandfather's, very powerful.

"Xiaoyang, what's going on?"

An old man in his fifties or sixties who was in the same boat as Wang Yang was a little nervous, with a trembling tone in his voice.

Wang Yang narrowed his eyes and said, "Third Master, this is the whirlpool of ghosts, don't worry, it's fine."

The Yellow River is the mother river of Xia Kingdom.

From its formation to the present, I don't know how many years have passed.

Countless people died in it.

And these so-called ghost vortexes are a collective name for this kind of vortex by the corpse hunters.

In their cognition...

Every ghost who died in the Yellow River is looking for his own substitute all the time.

They will turn into whirlpools, drag people into them, and drown them.

Only in this way can these ghosts be reincarnated.

To put it bluntly, it is for the dead ghost.

Wang Yang bent down and picked up a plastic bottle from his feet.

It contained scarlet black dog blood.

Without any hesitation, he unscrewed the lid directly, and poured all the black dog blood inside into the whirlpool the size of a washbasin.

soon.

A jaw-dropping scene appeared...

only see...

Inside that vortex, a black hand stretched out! !

There is a faint ghostly air lingering on it.

Waves of ghostly screams that made people couldn't help but feel creepy, spread across the entire river in an instant.

The third master swallowed hard, and asked tremblingly, "Xiaoyang, what... what should I do?!"

"fine."

Wang Yangyi was so bold that he took a harpoon made of willow wood and jumped into the river.

After entering the water, Wang Yang looked like a fish with a vigorous figure, and he came to the ghost hand in the blink of an eye.

Immediately.

He suddenly raised the harpoon in his hand, and stabbed it hard at the ghost's hand.

"Jie—!!"