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

Li Zheng nodded and said, "Hello, Secretary Wang. On the way here, I noticed a strange phenomenon of a dragon sucking water. What's going on?"

Secretary Wang had a bitter look on his face, shook his head and sighed, "Alas, this phenomenon came so suddenly that we were caught off guard. Moreover, not only did a dragon suck water, but a huge backwater pool also formed in the river. One of our team members was working underwater, preparing to fix the ancient coffin for salvage, and this accident happened."

Li Zheng asked with concern: "How is that team member?"

Secretary Wang replied sadly: "He has unfortunately died."

"What?" Li Zheng looked at Secretary Wang in astonishment, wondering how could salvaging a coffin lead to a loss of life? This was too careless!

"Didn't you carry out a rescue? There are boats here, so it shouldn't be difficult to organize a rescue, right?" Li Zheng asked in confusion.

Secretary Wang smiled bitterly, thinking that Director Li was really thinking too simply. He explained: "You don't know, the fishermen on the riverside are all scared. No matter how we persuade them, they are unwilling to go out to rescue. In addition, there is a yin and yang master here, and the villagers nearby believe in him. Now even if the backwater has disappeared, no one is willing to go into the water to retrieve the body."

He shook his head helplessly. "There's really nothing we can do. No one is even willing to salvage the bodies now."

Li Zheng frowned and asked in confusion: "How could this happen? There are so many fishing boats here, isn't there anyone willing to salvage the body?"

After a pause, he continued: "You can consider giving me some compensation!"

Secretary Wang sighed, pointed at Zhang Hao not far away and said: "It all started with that man. According to the locals, he is a fortune teller who claims that there is a corpse in the water, so no one is willing to go into the water to salvage the body. When the person was still alive, we asked this young man for help, but he was determined not to save people. We were helpless."

Li Zheng frowned and turned his gaze to Zhang Hao in the distance. The provincial branches of the Ministry of State Security rarely interact with each other. Unlike the Seventh Branch of the Ministry of State Security, the people in the Second Branch have never heard of the so-called Yin-Yang Master. Therefore, Li Zheng looked at Zhang Hao for a few more times, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Although it is morally unacceptable to watch someone die without rescuing him, it does not constitute a violation of the law. Now that the person is dead, we can always salvage the body, right?"

Secretary Wang looked at Li Zheng with difficulty and said hesitantly: "Well... our people just had some conflicts with them. I wonder if this gentleman is still willing to help us salvage the bodies. Oh, forget it, I'd better go there myself. Now the villagers around are unwilling to go out of the boat for fear of getting into trouble. Only he may be able to help."

After that, Secretary Wang nodded to Li Zheng and walked towards Zhang Hao. In fact, he didn't want to find Zhang Hao, but he had no choice at the moment. He couldn't let their team members lie in the river forever. Or he could find a rescue team from the province, but now there are so many people watching. If there is any noise, it will have a bad impact on their archaeological team. The current public pressure is no joke.

Secretary Wang walked up to Zhang Hao, forced a smile and tried to communicate: "Hello, Mr. Yin Yang. I am Secretary Wang from the archaeological team. Our people were a little impulsive just now, and I am deeply sorry for that. You also understand the situation, so I won't say more. We still hope that you can help us salvage the bodies. Now no one is willing to send a boat to help, only you can help us. As for the cost, we can discuss it. After all, it is troublesome to you."

He held up five fingers and asked tentatively, "How about this number?"

Fatty Wang couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Another five thousand? Are you looking for a scolding? I already scolded you once."

Secretary Wang quickly waved his hands and explained, "No, no, no, it's not five thousand, it's fifty thousand! I know both of you are not short of money, this amount is just to express our sincerity and ease the relationship. I hope you can understand our difficulties. Although we are from the Kyoto archaeological team, the expenses need to be audited by the financial department. If the amount is too large, the financial audit may raise questions and even accuse us of false accounting. Besides, the river is calm now, not as dangerous as before. Just think of it as a favor and help us salvage the body."

This time Fatty Wang did not refute, but felt that 50,000 yuan was barely acceptable, but he could not make the decision alone. After all, in the previous bamboo raft experience, he witnessed the existence of corpse evil with his own eyes, and the situation underwater was still unknown, and the potential risks could not be ignored.

Zhang Hao glanced at Secretary Wang and felt that he was more sincere than the previous few people, so he nodded slightly. It's not that he doesn't do business, but the situation just now is special. The man was destined to have this disaster, and he couldn't help. But now he is talking about recovering the body, which is within his professional scope.

"I can retrieve the body," Zhang Hao said calmly.

Secretary Wang was delighted when he heard this. He didn't expect things to go so smoothly. It seemed that this Yin Yang Master was not as difficult to communicate with as the outside world had said.

However, Zhang Hao's next words stunned Secretary Wang. "But the price has to be increased," he said calmly, "One hundred thousand, then I will go out to retrieve the body, if not, forget it."

Secretary Wang looked at him in surprise, unable to react. "This price..."

"We may have more than one corpse this time," Zhang Hao explained. "I saw a corpse in the center of Huishuituo on the river surface. It was wearing the clothes of your archaeological team. Another corpse was also haunted by an evil spirit, so the price cannot be low."

Although Secretary Wang was a little unhappy in his heart, he still kept a smile on the surface, "This... Mr. Yin Yang, one hundred thousand is indeed not a small amount..." "This is your business," Zhang Hao interrupted him, "I have already given my price." He shook his head with a smile on his lips, "and if you don't make a decision quickly, the price may rise."

The archaeologists nearby began to whisper, expressing their dissatisfaction with Zhang Hao's asking price, but Zhang Hao stood there calmly, as if he hadn't heard them.

"150,000," he suddenly said, and this price made the surrounding archaeologists even more angry. Secretary Wang hurriedly waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, fearing that the price would go up again.

"Okay, okay, just one hundred thousand," Secretary Wang said quickly, "Mr. Yin Yang, please help us rescue the people first. I will go and collect the money right away." He glared at the archaeological team members, signaling them not to make more trouble.

Zhang Hao stood up, brushed off the dust on his pants, and smiled at Fatty Wang, "Fatty, do you understand? Some people will think you are easy to bully if you don't show off your edge. When you start your own business in the future, remember that you must have principles."

Fatty Wang glanced at the archaeologists with dissatisfaction, and nodded solemnly, "I understand, Master!" He was deeply impressed by Zhang Hao's teachings. The two walked to the riverside, untied the bamboo raft, and prepared to start the work of recovering the body.

This time, without waiting for Zhang Hao to say anything, Fatty Wang volunteered to get on the bamboo raft. He was determined to seize this opportunity of Zhang Hao's corpse recovery. Even though he was a little scared and had seen the horror of corpses in this river before, he would never back down.

Handing the bamboo pole to Zhang Hao, Fatty Wang said with a smile: "Haha, it's a pity that I don't know how to drive this bamboo raft yet. If I knew, I wouldn't bother you." Zhang Hao took the bamboo pole and smiled calmly: "It doesn't matter, you will learn it sooner or later."

The two men cooperated tacitly and drove the bamboo raft towards the river. With two previous experiences, they were familiar with the river. At this time, many spectators gathered on the riverside, including members of the archaeological team, personnel from the Second Branch of the Ministry of State Security, passing fishing boat crews, and villagers from Sanjiashan. They looked at Zhang Hao and Fatty Wang curiously, watching them paddling the bamboo raft to retrieve the body.

Chen Wenjin stood beside Secretary Wang and couldn't help but whispered, "Leader, are you really going to give him 100,000 yuan?" Secretary Wang sighed softly, "If not, do we have any other options? You see more and more people are watching here. Do we want negative news about us to appear in tomorrow's newspapers? For example, 'archaeological team members drowned, and the archaeological team gave up salvaging because of high costs'? Once such news is published, our reputation will be ruined." Chen Wenjin shook his head helplessly, thinking that it was true. If not handled properly, public opinion will put them in an extremely passive situation. Not to mention continuing to salvage the coffin, even whether they are still qualified to carry out archaeological activities in the future has become a problem.

At this time, the river was calm, and Zhang Hao and Wang Pangzi drove the bamboo raft quickly to the river's eye. The emerald green water was like a huge green belt wrapped around the waist of a giant. The two stood on the bamboo raft and looked into the water. Due to the extremely low visibility, they could only see the scene about ten centimeters deep underwater.

Fatty Wang couldn't help but feel puzzled: "Brother Zhang Hao, there are undercurrents under the river. We only know a rough location. How can we determine the exact location of the body?" Zhang Hao nodded slightly to show his understanding, and explained: "Your question is very accurate. General corpse collectors do face such difficulties when they retrieve bodies. They usually have two methods: one is to go into the water to find the body and then hang a hook to drag it ashore, but this method is very dangerous; the other is to fish blindly on the water, and speculate where the body may be washed by the undercurrent based on the familiarity of the water area and the location of the drowning person, and then retrieve it. However, these two methods are either dangerous or time-consuming and laborious."

Fatty Wang looked at the river and pondered for a moment before suddenly showing a sly smile and asking, "Brother Zhang Hao, what you said is the method used by ordinary corpse collectors. But you are definitely not an ordinary corpse collector, right? You must have a better method, right?" Zhang Hao smiled. He knew that this little word game would not be difficult for the shrewd Fatty Wang, so he nodded and said, "That's right! Ordinary corpse collectors do only use the two methods I just mentioned. But those are the methods used by corpse collectors who are too inexperienced. They can only be regarded as 'water ghosts' and are not worthy of being called 'ferrymen'."

Seeing the confusion on Fatty Wang's face, Zhang Hao further explained: "'Water ghosts' is a nickname for them, while 'ferryman' or 'water god master' is a respectful name for corpse retrievers. The corpse driver is respectfully called the walking master; the corpse retriever is respectfully called the ferryman or the water god master; and as the owner of the Yin Yang Inn, I am called Mr. Yin Yang. These are all names for some ancient professions."

"Let's get to the point. The truly skilled corpse collectors will use magic when searching for corpses! Even if the water is muddier than black water, even if the water is deeper than the sea, they can still find the location of the corpse through magic! Think about it, if the corpse is buried underground and we don't know where it is, do we have to dig it piece by piece?" After hearing this, Fatty Wang immediately looked at Zhang Hao and wondered how to find it? Although corpse collectors can use the corpse-seeking tactics to find corpses and can also sense it based on the evil spirit, but now they are fishing for corpses in the river! However, Fatty Wang quickly thought that the methods used in corpse-driving might be used here. Although corpse-driving and corpse-recovery are different, the dead air and evil spirit on the corpse are common characteristics! So he quickly nodded in agreement and said, "Yes! Brother Zhang Hao died not long ago and should have a strong dead air on his body. We can find his location based on the dead air!" Zhang Hao nodded with satisfaction and continued...

"You are very insightful," Zhang Hao praised. "You should be familiar with death energy. When we were practicing corpse-driving at the Yin-Yang Inn, you asked me the difference between evil energy and death energy."

He paused, then continued, "Now, try to find out where the deadest place is?"

Fatty Wang nodded, then looked up at the sky. When it comes to finding dead air, human senses are naturally no match for crows. Crows feed on corpses and are extremely sensitive to dead air. At this time, several black birds were circling in the sky. Although they did not make a "cawing" sound, it was not difficult to identify that they were crows.

After a moment, Fatty Wang pointed to a direction that was due north of the river. He said, "Brother Zhang Hao, if I'm guessing correctly, the person who just died should be fifty meters to the north."

"Yes, you are very perceptive." Zhang Hao nodded slightly in approval, "However, this method is still too dependent on external conditions. If there are no crows, how would you find it?"

Fatty Wang shook his head, looking a little confused. Zhang Hao took the opportunity to explain: "The corpse-driver has a method of finding corpses to locate the bodies, and we corpse-recoverers also have our own unique skills. In ancient times, experienced corpse-recoverers would master this skill, which is the 'deep water corpse-locating technique'."

"Deep Water Corpse Fixing Technique?" Fatty Wang looked at Zhang Hao in astonishment.

Zhang Hao nodded affirmatively, then took out a piece of yellow paper from his arms, drew a symbol on it, and folded it into the shape of a paper boat. He bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood on the paper boat.

“Just cast the spell of the Deep Water Corpse Fixation Technique, fold it into a paper boat, and then drip your blood on it,” he explained. “The yang energy in the blood will be attracted by the dead and evil spirits of the corpse, and that’s how you can find the location of the corpse.” (End of this chapter)