The bloody stab hit the black shadow. After the pain, the black shadow quickly turned around and swam towards the bottom of the water.
My reaction was pretty quick. When I saw the rope sliding towards the water, I grabbed the rope in my hand as soon as possible.
The remaining members of the two teams also rushed over to help.
However, that thing is so powerful that a dozen or so people cannot hold it back at all.
In order to avoid being taken into the river, I could only relax some strength, and the rope slipped out of my hand, causing my skin to burn and hurt.
Seeing this, the captain of the other team hurriedly shouted to the shore: "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you come down to help!"
He was the one who called for help just now, but no one moved.
But this time I only shouted, and everyone on the shore rushed down. They were afraid that if I ran too slowly, I would be dragged into the water.
More than thirty people worked together to stabilize the rope.
But the thing in the water was like a big fish that had just been hooked, moving around in the water and making big waves.
I had already been pulled aside and not allowed to participate.
Standing aside, I saw that the captain of Jiuqumen had killed the little black figure and was swimming towards the shore. I quickly picked up the rope and threw it down, and pulled him up.
When we got ashore, I saw that a piece of meat was missing from his waist, as if he had been bitten by some animal, and his ribs were visible.
The team leader of Jiuqumen wiped the water on his face. He didn't know whether it was cold or pain. His body was trembling slightly and he said in a gruff voice: "Li Yang, I, Guo Shan, have recorded your love!"
I took off my coat, put it on him, helped him up and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. Let's talk about it when we get up!"
After all, Zhang Ziran was the chief disciple of Longhu Mountain. When he saw this, he couldn't hold back any longer. He took a first aid kit from others and bandaged Guo Shan's wounds.
I stood aside and looked at Guo Shan deeply.
When Huang Jiu talked about Jiuqumen, I didn’t know much.
But the surname Guo comes from the Yellow River, so I am no stranger to it.
It is said that those who rely on mountains eat mountains, and those who rely on water to eat water. Along the Yellow River, there are many people who rely on the Yellow River to make a living.
When it was prosperous, people from three religions and nine streams gathered on the banks of the Yellow River.
As long as there is a profitable business, there are people doing it.
Among them, there are naturally people who fish for corpses.
And all serious corpse collectors worship one ancestor - Guo Tong.
Guo Tong was a native of Xishan in the Sui Dynasty. He was also the first person to regard corpse recovery as a profession.
It is said that Guo Tong has the ability to control dragons. He even killed a Yellow River dragon when he was fishing for corpses. He used the dragon's skeleton as a keel and built a keel boat. From then on, he traveled across the Yellow River and became a presence that water ghosts would avoid when they saw him.
Guo Shan has a picture of a dragon playing in the water, so he must be a descendant of Guo Tong.
Knowing his origin and his previous heroic performance, I felt more admiration.
Just then, someone on the river bank shouted: "I can't hold it anymore, that thing is too strong, let's just let it go."
I became anxious as soon as I heard it. My bloody thorn was still inserted into that thing, but it was gone as soon as I removed it.
But I didn't yell, I just ran over and tied the tail of the rope around my waist.
When everyone saw it, their faces turned dark, and they could only grit their teeth and persist.
The thing in the water seemed to be a living thing. After flopping for more than an hour, the strength gradually decreased. Everyone used force again and finally dragged it out of the water bit by bit.
Looking from a distance, it was a round ball with many black threads floating around it.
Seeing that they were about to reach the shore and the thing was still alive, everyone stopped in a hurry and took turns walking towards the back.
Finally, standing ten meters away, everyone continued to use their strength to drag the thing ashore.
Looking at the big round ball wrapped in something like hair, everyone looked at it curiously and ignorantly from a distance.
My blood thorn was inserted into it, completely gone in, and the thorn handle was stuck in the wound.
So much so that even after all the tossing, the blood thorn was not freed.
The ball rolled from time to time, scaring everyone so much that they kept ducking back.
I swung the rope to see if I could get the bloody thorn out of the wound.
But when I tied the rope, the knot was too big and it just blocked the wound. The blood thorn was squeezed in and couldn't be shaken off at all.
If you want to take out the blood thorn, you can only go forward and take it out.
Huang Jiu stared and said, "You must be so unlucky, you have such a coincidence."
I am also speechless.
After Guo Shan bandaged the wound, Chen Qun helped him over and said, "This thing looks like a swollen human head. It has extremely sharp teeth and is extremely dexterous in the water. Pull the rope and roll away the hair covering it." .”
It was more than ten meters away, and the safety factor was high, so there was no shortage of good people. They dragged the ball and rolled it for several meters. The tangled black hair was rolled away, and a human face was really revealed.
It's just that the entire head seems to be inflated, and the facial features are stretched open and become very blurry.
In the gaping mouth, sharp black teeth were jagged.
Some people took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and some were quietly asking people around them about the origin of this thing, but no one could tell its origin.
Even the well-informed Huang Jiu chose to shut up at this moment.
Zhang Ziran knew that I wanted to retrieve the blood thorn, so he suggested: "Everyone pull the head to the ruins of the village and stay away from the river. It is estimated that it will die soon."
He finally did something human.
The chief disciple of Longhu Mountain, as long as he speaks out, his appeal is still very strong.
Everyone responded to the call, dragged the rope, and dragged the head to the ruins of the village.
The bodies of the four dead "frogmen" were also brought up.
Judging from the wounds on the corpses, their heads must have been bitten off by such a big head.
It is basically impossible to recover the whole body.
Zhang Ziran asked people to find moisture-proof cloth and wrap the body to prevent the smell of blood from dissipating. Then he asked people to find long wooden sticks and insert them around the human-headed monster to create a cage.
Seeing that he was in good order, I didn't say anything.
Huang Jiu grinned and said, "This grandson is becoming more and more like a human being!"
More than just being a human being.
Practicing Taoism requires understanding and wisdom.
There is only one possibility for the idiot to find out, that is, his life is long enough.
Because there is a saying that goes well, as long as they live long, pigs can go to heaven.
Moreover, those who practice Taoism pursue long-term goals and have strong self-awareness.
It's not like people in the secular world who put a quarter in their pocket and start to represent heaven, earth, and air to destroy you.
Self-centeredness is too serious.
I wish he thought shit tasted so good that everyone had to have a taste of it.
If the food smells stinky, no one is allowed to eat it.
As everyone knows, a carrot is a pit, and a crooked pot is a stove.
You don't have the right eye, but someone has the right eye.
Under Zhang Ziran's organization, the chaotic scene became orderly.
I didn't do anything, I just squatted aside with Huang Jiu, waiting for the thing to get its hair back and get the blood thorn back.
While I was watching eagerly, Guo Shan came over, covering his wound, and sat down next to me.
