"Haha...Young Master, don't be fine?" The old fisherman slowly turned around and took off the hat he wore on his head.

Wushuang looked carefully and found out that this old man had always known him. He was no one else. He was Du Bo, the corpse-fishing man who had met in Lanzhou. He was hiding in the Yellow River!

"My God, you... how could you be yours? This... I really meet everywhere in the world. This is the waters of Henan, right? Du Bo, why are you here?" Wushuang turned angry and jumped into the water barefoot, rushed to the river bank in a few steps, and warmly hugged Du Bo's strong body.

"Haha... I thank Shao Kui for his blessing. The old man is quite tough. He has to live a few more years and work on this mother river for a few more years to repay your kindness!" Du Bo counted half of the people in the world. Unless they are enemies, they are particularly friendly. He smiled all over his face, and it can be seen from his eyes that he was grateful to Wushuang.

"I can't say that. It's all the time. What's the old etiquette? I just vaguely felt that looking at your back, you looked familiar. It's your intention to tease me and lead me to this side? Haha... No wonder I can't keep up with you, let alone this small yacht, you are a famous Yellow River craftsman. Even if I drive a large warship, I can't catch up with you, right?" Wushuang reached out to try to hand Du Bo cigarettes, but the cigarette was wet. He quickly turned around and reached out to the boat, and Chu Tianyue threw another pack for him.

"Young Master Kui doesn't know anything. Old man, I'm also deliberately luring you here. That water is not peaceful, you can't go. Fortunately, I came here in time, otherwise you wouldn't know what you would mess with!" Seeing that they had left the dangerous water safely, Du Bo dared to reveal the truth.

It turned out that the water they were traveling just now was called soft water in ancient times. Everyone knows that "only one scoop of soft water is taken for three thousand soft water." In ancient times, there was a saying to describe this water area, "weak water does not cross a feather", which means that even a small red hair must sink into the water, let alone humans?

There have been many dead people in this water since ancient times, which are extremely mysterious. Few ships are willing to approach this water. According to modern science, like the Bermuda Triangle, there are strange magnetic fields nearby, which can affect the operation of any metal mechanical substances in the nearby waters.

Not only that, this water area is often full of strange things. Some people even see it with their own eyes that at night, a group of naked children will appear in the water to bathe in the Yellow River. The water is more than tens of feet deep. Whose child will take a bath in the inside? It is clearly the little ghosts in the Yellow River that are causing trouble!

Every year, at a fixed time, nearby fellow villagers will have a huge live sacrifice ceremony, praying that the ghosts and gods in this area of ​​water will not cause any more trouble, and pray that there will be peace in the water this year.

"Shao Kui Ye is very playful, do you know what day it is?" Du Bo asked.

"Tianyue? What time is the beginning of the lunar calendar today? I'm confused, haha..."

"Boss, it's just half a month of July..." Chu Tianyue wanted to say something but stopped, and finally understood what Du Bo said. The ghost gate was wide open in the middle of July. Could this strange water that swallowed countless lives be peaceful? If it weren't for the fact that Du Bo came in time, they would be in danger.

"Those dead pigs are all sacrificed to the river gods by fishermen and fellow villagers on both sides of the river. Are you going to grab the offerings from the water ghosts? You! Don't these three children who don't know the greatness of the sky and the earth know the taboos in the Yellow River?"

Wushuang laughed loudly, looking indifferent. He had seen a lot of knowledge of the wind and waves, and he didn't take this little thing to heart. He always had water and soil.

It was Duan Zirui who had the foresight. None of these three people were from the Yellow River. Wushuang and Master Lu were both playboys. They were inevitably angry with the River God when they were very fucked. Therefore, after Wushuang left, he immediately found Du Bo and asked Du Bo to drive away overnight to chase the young master of the thief.

"Haha, those who don't know are innocent, don't blame us, come on, you can have a few drinks with me tonight?" Wushuang's boat has all kinds of good wine. We walked and stopped along the way, and bought a lot of delicious food and drinks from all over the country.

Du Bo said, forget it, let’s not touch the taboos of the Yellow River tonight. If you want to drink, let’s go to the shore to drink, but don’t get on the boat. You can do the boat first. I’ll be entrusted by Duan Shao’s support and do a good person to the end. I will take the helm to get up tomorrow morning. Shao Kui likes to play on the Yellow River for as long as he likes.

The three of them changed their clothes and followed Du Bo to the shore. The Yellow River was full of villages, and the mother river raised countless descendants. Although the water was not peaceful, fortunately, the fishermen did not starve to death every year.

The three children have been floating on the water for many days and have eaten a lot, but they are all related to the fishy smell in the water. Wushuang doesn't like fishy food, so she yells that she wants to eat traditional stir-fry dishes and asks Du Bo to introduce it.

Du Bo said that when he was young, he rarely came to the waters of Henan to walk around, but there was a small street called Ruoshui Town nearby. There was a good restaurant on the street. When he was young, he remembered that he never closed. I wonder if it was closed now.

The three of them walked east along the dirt road beside the water. After walking about two or three miles, they finally saw the lights in front. But Ruoshui Town was obviously not as prosperous as they imagined. A huge town seemed lonely under the night sky.

The streets of Ruoshui Town are very depressed, and most of the storefronts on the street are closed, but there is a restaurant in front of them that is still lit. There are still sparse diners coming in and out in the restaurant, but although they are full of wine, they don’t look smiling on their faces.

"It's this one. The shabby mai in this shop is the most delicious. When I was a child, my father and I would come here to eat a few trays of shabby mai and drink a bowl of mutton soup every time we went out of the boat." Du Bo couldn't help but drool when he remembered the deliciousness he had when he was a child.

After being hooked by him, the greed in the three children's stomachs became restless, especially Mr. Lu, who stretched his hand into his pocket and was about to pay.

There are quite a lot of people in the restaurant. There are more than ten tables on the first floor of this restaurant, all of which are full, but every diner has a white cloth strip on his head. Wushuang understands that this is filial cloth. Some people are doing funerals, and now they are banqueting relatives and friends. But the town is too small. In the middle of the night, there is only one family that has some food. Since you come in, you can't leave again.
Chapter completed!