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

After learning about the situation, Zhang Hao's face suddenly turned cold, and he snorted and said, "Humph, I told them not to touch the coffin a long time ago, but they insisted on causing trouble."

Fatty Wang was also angry, "Yeah, why didn't these people listen to advice? Now that something happened, they only thought of us." He looked at Huishuituo fearfully, "Brother Zhang Hao, these people have brought this upon themselves, let's just leave them alone and leave."

Although he seemed to be persuading Zhang Hao, Fatty Wang was actually more worried that he would be involved in danger.

After all, Zhang Hao said that there were corpses and stings under the water, any one of which could be fatal.

Even without these things, you would still drown if you were swept into the water by huge waves.

In this environment, even being a swimming champion is of no help.

However, Zhang Hao frowned and decided to go and check it out.

He did not do this to save anyone, but to take this opportunity to investigate the situation of the Ten Evil Corpses.

With a splash, he pushed the bamboo pole and the bamboo raft immediately rushed into the outer edge of the backwater.

The speed of the bamboo raft suddenly increased because the water flow outside the backwater became extremely turbulent.

At the same time, Zhang Hao reminded: "Fatty Wang, watch out, next time you encounter a backwater, you should paddle the bamboo raft like this."

As he spoke, he skillfully used the bamboo pole to push the raft, and the raft immediately tilted towards the water flow, forming a tangent angle with the water flow of Huishuituo.

Normally it is difficult for boats to do this kind of maneuvering, but Zhang Hao used his ingenuity to make the force of the water flow partially offset the centrifugal force of the backwater and at the same time slow down the speed of the bamboo raft.

Fatty Wang screamed and fell onto the bamboo raft.

He looked in horror at the center of the backwater in the distance. There was a man spinning in the water, shouting something indistinctly, but the voice was so weak that it was difficult to hear clearly.

However, if we can use a rope to catch him, maybe we can pull him out of the danger zone. Fatty Wang quickly pointed to the center of the backwater and shouted, "Brother Zhang Hao, look, that person is right there!" As soon as he finished speaking, a person's head suddenly emerged from the water. It was a corpse that was soaked in the river and was unrecognizable. The face was swollen and the hair was sparse. It looked scarier than the ghosts in horror movies. What was even more weird was that the corpse was standing upright in the water as if walking, sometimes floating on the surface and sometimes sinking to the bottom of the water.

When the swollen face was close to Fatty Wang, Fatty Wang screamed in fear: "What the hell is this?" Zhang Hao took a glance and said calmly: "This is a corpse evil, don't mess with it, or it will drag you down." He added: "You have no grudge against it, it won't cause you any trouble."

Fatty Wang's heartbeat soared to the extreme. For the first time, he felt that retrieving corpses was more thrilling than driving corpses. Driving corpses at least is on land, down to earth, while retrieving corpses is like drifting on the water, full of uncertainty. As the bamboo raft approached the center of Huishuituo, Zhang Hao saw the archaeologist Ma Tao in the water. However, his brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking deeply. Ordinary people may not be able to see it, but Zhang Hao saw that there were several black shadows attached to Ma Tao, and there was always a corpse emitting black air following him closely.

Usually, newly formed corpse evil spirits are extremely resentful and rarely let go of the drowning person in front of them. But the black shadow on Ma Tao was obviously the wronged soul following him. Zhang Hao was puzzled, how could such a person appear in the official archaeological team? Moreover, he also saw similar evil spirit marks on Ma Tao as the village chief, which was probably because he took something he shouldn't have taken. Zhang Hao remembered the ancient rules of corpse fishermen, shook his head, and drove the bamboo raft towards the shore.

Fatty Wang, who was still in shock, looked at Huishuituo and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He asked doubtfully: "Brother Zhang Hao, that person... are we really not going to save him?" Zhang Hao nodded firmly, "No." Seeing Zhang Hao so determined, Fatty Wang was puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions.

As soon as the two of them reached the shore, the archaeological team came running over in a hurry. They had seen Zhang Hao easily cross the Huishuituo and thought there was hope for saving people, but they did not expect Zhang Hao to just glance at Ma Tao and leave. This was undoubtedly watching someone die without saving him. Chen Wenjin angrily questioned Zhang Hao: "As a respected person in Sanjiashan Village, you have the ability but don't save people. Aren't you afraid of damaging your Taoism?" Fatty Wang immediately retorted: "How can you talk like that? You start accusing us right away. Do we owe you anything?"

Chen Wenjin was extremely anxious. She had originally thought that Ma Tao could be saved after seeing Zhang Hao's superb bamboo rafting skills. However, Zhang Hao and his team went around in the backwater twice and then left, dashing her hopes instantly. At this time, Dapeng grabbed Chen Wenjin, looked at Ma Tao struggling on the river and said, "Ma Tao has an oxygen tank on him, so he will be fine for the time being. Let's ask Mr. Yin Yang, maybe there is still hope." He added regretfully, "It's all my fault for being too arrogant. If I had listened to Mr. Yin Yang's advice yesterday, maybe this wouldn't have happened."

Yesterday he had reminded us that if something went wrong, we should not blame him for not telling us clearly. Now it seems that the predictions of the Yin-Yang Master have come true one by one, and we have brought it upon ourselves. Looking back, Chen Wenjin feels deeply regretful. However, no matter what, it is always wrong to ignore life. This is not to criticize from a moral high ground, but because it is indeed a living life.

Chen Wenjin glanced at the river surface. Ma Tao was still floating in the center of the backwater. Fortunately, he was equipped with equipment this time, otherwise he would have collapsed long ago. At this time, Dapeng walked up to Zhang Hao and Fatty Wang. Fatty Wang snorted coldly, showing his displeasure. Dapeng smiled awkwardly and continued, "It was our fault for not listening to your advice. But this matter is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and it is understandable that we did not understand it at the time. I hope you can give us a chance and forgive our ignorance. After all, the person who drowned was just an innocent person who was on a mission."

Zhang Hao glanced at them coldly, shook his head, tied the bamboo raft to the riverside, and pointed at the dark clouds on the river and said, "Whether he is innocent or not is up to God." Dapeng looked in the direction of Zhang Hao's finger. The river was covered with dark clouds, nine dragons sucked water, and huge whirlpools were spinning in the water. In this situation, it was obviously impossible to ask the fishing boat master to save people, because even if they were willing, they had no ability to return safely from the backwater.

At this time, the only one who can save Ma Tao is Zhang Hao. But what Dapeng doesn't understand is that since Zhang Hao has been to Huishuituo, why did he turn a blind eye to Ma Tao and watch him die? Dapeng smiled and said, "Mr. Yin Yang, I still don't understand. Since you have been to Huishuituo, saving people is just a piece of cake for you. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda! Although we didn't listen to your advice before and suffered the consequences, but seeing that a life is about to disappear, please help us! Our archaeological team will definitely be grateful!"

Zhang Hao said calmly: "Having said that, if any of you fall into the water now, I will save you if you pay me. But the problem is, it depends on who it is! I can't save this person!" Dapeng looked at Zhang Hao puzzledly, "Why?" At this time, the onlookers of the archaeological team could not help but criticize him.

"How can he be so cruel? He watched someone die without helping. What kind of gentleman is he? He speaks in a high-sounding manner, but I think it's just empty talk!"

"Looking at his skill in driving the bamboo raft, it should be easy for him to save the people. The reason why he didn't save them is probably because he is waiting for us to make an offer."

"Humph, so you want to earn money to save your life!"

"Mr. Yin Yang? I heard they specialize in the dead body business. I think he just wants us to pay more!"

The senior leaders of the archaeological team also came over. Although the archaeological team was not a wealthy unit, they could still contribute some money. So the leader looked at Zhang Hao and said seriously: "My dear brother, I saw that you were very skilled in driving the bamboo raft just now. Now you are the only one who can save people. If you can save people, our archaeological team will not only forgive the past, but also give you 5,000 yuan as a thank you. What do you think?"

"Five thousand yuan is equivalent to a month's salary for an ordinary person. And you only need to paddle the bamboo raft and save someone to get this reward, it's a good deal." Fatty Wang stared at the conditions proposed by the archaeological team leader with wide eyes and laughed angrily. "Oh my god! Let bygones be bygones? What grudge did we have against you? Why do you let bygones be bygones? Besides, are the lives of your archaeological team members only worth five thousand? So worthless?" In the eyes of Fatty Wang and Zhang Hao, five thousand yuan is nothing. In the charging standard of their Yin Yang Inn, money is the least valuable transaction currency. Tens of thousands of yuan may not be tempting, let alone five thousand. It's almost the same as asking the leader of the archaeological team to pay with half of his life!
After all, Fatty Wang saw that there were real corpses in the backwater and if he was not careful he would lose his life. Although Fatty Wang didn't know why Zhang Hao didn't want to save people, he knew very well that the job of a corpse retriever was not so cheap.

Others might think that Zhang Hao was immoral for not helping the man in need, but Fatty Wang only knew how risky this job was after experiencing it, especially in this kind of weather with nine dragons sucking water above and huge backflows below.

Even if an ancient corpse retriever came, he would not be willing to do it if he was not skilled enough, right? Just because Zhang Hao has the ability, he must save people! After all, there are risks! Fatty Wang continued, "Have you ever seen a corpse?"

"Do you know what's hidden in that water?"

"Do you understand that saving others may cost you your own life?"

"Five thousand? Are you crazy?"

"How stupid!"

The leader of the archaeological team, an elegant and elderly scholar, usually associated with intellectuals, had never been subjected to such vulgar insults? His face suddenly changed, and he took a step forward impulsively, as if he wanted to compete with Fatty Wang. At this moment, the crane driver suddenly screamed.

"Oh no!"

"The rope's off the hook!"

"The coffin at the bottom of the river is sinking again!"

The leader of the archaeological team turned around in astonishment, stared at the crane driver in disbelief, and asked angrily: "How could it be unhooked?!"

"You know, we have already sacrificed one person in order to salvage the coffin!"

The crane driver was helpless as the current in the river was so fast that it was inevitable that the crane would come unhooked.

At this time, Chen Wenjin walked up to Zhang Hao with sobs and pleaded, "Mr. Yin Yang, I just said something inappropriate because I was too excited. Please forgive me."

"I'm sorry, but human lives are at stake. Can you save our team members?"

"I beg you, please?"

Zhang Hao glanced at Chen Wenjin and said coldly: "No help."

Fatty Wang was confused and approached Zhang Hao and asked curiously, "Brother Zhang Hao, why didn't you save that person?"

When Zhang Hao saw that it was Fatty Wang, he explained, "First, this person has the sign of being possessed by evil spirits. He must have touched something he shouldn't have touched. Also, I said before that the coffin cannot be moved. If they don't listen to my advice, they will have to bear the consequences themselves."

"Second, this man is haunted by wronged spirits. If he is not a very evil person, how could he have such a bad fate? This means that his hands are stained with blood and he is responsible for many lives. If we rescue him to shore, we will have to pay off the debts of those wronged spirits."

"Third, he has been targeted by the corpse. If we want to save him, we have to snatch him from the corpse. But in the situation just now, do you think we have a chance? Even if we snatch him back, who will bear the consequences for him?"

After saying that, Zhang Hao looked at Fatty Wang and warned him, "Fatty, remember this. He fell into the water and got into trouble because of karma. It's his own fault. This also complies with one of the 'three don'ts' rules of corpse retrievers!"

"So, no fishing, no saving!"

"Remember... remember..." Fatty Wang nodded blankly, recalling the scene when he was scared out of his wits by the corpse on the bamboo raft. Only then did he realize that there might be more than one corpse in the water, and his scalp suddenly went numb.

After hearing Brother Zhang say that the man had done many evil things in his life, Fatty Wang thought that it would be useless to save such a person!

Chen Wenjin was confused when the leader of the archaeological team shouted, "What wronged souls, evil spirits, evil spirits? You are clearly looking for excuses not to save people!"

Zhang Hao shook his head and ignored it.

At this time, the whirlpool on the river gradually calmed down, the strange phenomenon of nine dragons sucking water slowly dissipated, the sky cleared up, and the sun shone on the river again.

Zhang Hao looked at the river and said softly, "The coffin must have sunk."

Fatty Wang looked towards the river, but Ma Tao was nowhere to be found. Being targeted by two evil spirits in the whirlpool, he must be in great danger.

Fatty Wang sighed inwardly: Serves you right!

At this time, two cars were speeding on a small road 30 kilometers away from Sanjiashan Village.

"Director Li, look!" the driver suddenly shouted, pointing ahead.

Li Zheng, director of the Second Branch of the Ministry of State Security, was sitting in the passenger seat and looked in the direction the driver pointed, only to see nine columns of water rising into the sky not far away.

"A dragon sucking water?!"

"Or are there nine dragons sucking water?!"

"What the hell is wrong with this place?"

Li Zheng frowned, shocked.

The rarely seen phenomenon of water dragons suddenly appeared here at the same time with nine of them!

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Zheng and the driver saw that the water column of the dragon sucking water was gradually shortening and the sky began to clear up. Soon, the wonder of the dragon sucking water disappeared without a trace.

Li Zheng retracted his gaze and urged: "Drive faster!"

The driver nodded and stepped on the accelerator to speed up.

Ten minutes later, the vehicle of the Second Branch of the Ministry of State Security arrived at the riverside of Sanjiashan Village. The leader of the archaeological team hurried forward to meet with Li Zheng and others.

"Is this Director Li? I am Secretary Wang from the Kyoto Archaeological Association, in charge of the salvage of the ancient coffin." Secretary Wang introduced himself. (End of this chapter)