This time it took five or six water ghouls to bring up a corpse.
Even the old water ghoul was obviously struggling, and his swimming was even slower.
The flood is no longer a simple rapid, but comes rolling in!
From the time we arrived at the riverside in the morning to now, it's already about four or five o'clock.
The originally cloudy and rainy weather was already dark and gloomy.
The completion time of the ancestral hall was faster than expected.
Workers in Wuyangyang gathered around the river.
A considerable number of workers are actually fishermen who make a living in Yangjiang all day long.
They were dumbfounded at the beginning, but now they look blank.
The water ghoul and the corpse fishermen are feuding, and why are the fishermen not afraid of the water ghoul?
The current scene has reversed their perceptions.
After all, during this period of working, even if it is only through the eyes and ears, you can know what Liu Wensan and I are doing, and what the Feng family is doing.
The changes in Yangjiang also made them start to believe instead of never believing.
At six o'clock, it was completely dark...
Sixth, more than a dozen corpses were brought up.
There were bright flashlights placed on the shore. When these water ghouls came up, they were all more or less injured. The river was so fast that there would be rocks and sand under the water. It was not surprising that they were injured.
After putting the body down, a dozen water ghouls leaning on the back were suddenly swept away by the flood...
This scene made my expression suddenly change.
They are exhausted... and they cannot withstand the flood!
The three old water ghouls made a sound similar to a cow moo, mixed with the trills of a baby's cry, and led the rest of the water ghouls to more places on the shore, squatting where there was still some water.
Clearly, they are completely powerless.
Looking blankly at the Yangjiang River, a lonely group of people were obviously sad.
The cow moo and the baby's cry didn't stop...
The corpses were coming back and forth, and less than a third of them were under the river. Although not all were fished out, could this feng shui situation be destroyed?
While I was thinking, I told Zhang Er what I thought.
Zhang Er pondered for a few minutes and replied: "Unknown."
At the same time, a large number of cars came to the roadside. In an instant, the entire riverside road was filled with parked cars.
The messy car lights were dazzling, and the sounds of footsteps and noisy voices were even more messy.
The people who got off the car all wore linen mourning clothes on their heads. Without exception, these people were all very young, in their forties or fifties, and most of them were in their seventies or eighties.
Anyone Feng Zhirong goes to must come here voluntarily to enshrine the body.
Almost all of them were families who had experienced the invasion of Neiyang City back then, and had either lost their only child or lost a son. Some of them were even the old parents who were drowned and captured by the soldiers back then!
Of course, not all of the tens of thousands of people are like this. In recent decades, there are also families whose sons have died, or similar families.
Soon, Feng Zhirong came to me and Zhang Er.
"It's a day ahead of schedule, which has delayed a lot of time. Mr. Luo and Mr. Zhang, are you okay?" Feng Zhirong was a little worried.
Zhang Er didn't say much.
I took a deep breath and replied: "There are some changes, the problem should not be big. Master Feng, please take some people to share it, see how much is caught in total, and everyone can burn incense and make offerings." "We will make sure there is no problem later. After that, the body was carried into the ancestral hall."
Obviously, Zhang Er has already done what he wants to mention to me, and I still have to leave the rest to myself.
Feng Zhirong nodded, and then he hesitated before saying: "There are still about a hundred families among them, saying that their sons were the defenders of Neiyang City and were caught and drowned. I will let them search first to see if there are any remains, and then Make arrangements.”
I was even more shocked, nodded and said yes, I just asked them to do it as soon as possible.
After the words fell, Feng Zhirong went to make arrangements.
After more than ten minutes, the noisy voice became much quieter.
The mourning hall did not occupy a particularly large space, and the body was not much damaged. It basically maintained its appearance before death.
After a few more minutes, the first sad cry sounded.
The silence on the riverside was completely replaced by the cries of old women and old people.
In addition to the corpses that were worshiped by their own families, the other thousands of people worshiped one corpse by more than ten people. Naturally, they were moved by the scene and bowed their heads in tears. It should clearly be a fierce black evil, but there is no sign of the evil being transformed into any of the corpses!
"Go get the obituary and read it before the mourning hall. Choose an auspicious time and let them carry the body into the ancestral hall." Zhang Er suddenly reminded me.
When I came to my senses, I entered the mourning hall, found the table where Zhang Er wrote his obituary, and took out the obituary.
Standing outside the mourning hall, this scene also made me feel a little depressed.
"What time is auspicious?" I lowered my head and looked at the obituary, and then asked Zhang Er.
Because I really don't understand this.
Zhang Er put his hands behind his back and replied calmly: "If you want to do something urgently, there is no need to choose a day. But when it is auspicious, everything will be auspicious and there are no taboos in everything."
"The twelve-day branches are divided into six days, Ziwu, Chouwei, Yinshen, Maoyou, Chenxu, and Yihai."
"Today is Yihai day. There are Xu, Hai, Chou, Chen, noon, and Wei. You can choose from five o'clock."
"What time is it now? What time is it?"
