Zombie World: Helping the World

The two had just left the house, and while chatting and laughing, Qin Song suddenly saw a figure in white in a mountain not far away.

Qin Song has been strengthened by the system, and his eyesight is excellent, and he can see the man's face clearly at a glance.

Pale as paper, sickly like a dead body.The pitch-black eyes were as hollow as if they had no eyeballs.

The same black hair shawl, the same long white clothes, the same like a pool of stagnant water.

Qin Song looked at her, and suddenly there was a warning sign in his heart.It was as if the thing was following him.

Qin Song turned to Erhe and said, "Erhe, take a look, is there anyone there?"

Erhe turned his head, only to see a barren hill covered with green shade, and nothing else.

He scratched his head, "Why can't I see anything? Qin Daochang, who do you want me to see?"

Qin Song glanced over again, and the woman in white disappeared, as if she had never appeared before.

Qin Song shook his head and forced a smile, "It's okay, maybe I'm blind, let's go to Chen Youyu's house."

Er He nodded and led the way ahead.

Not long after, the two met Chen Youyu.

Chen Youyu is about [-] years old, with a calm and powerful life, a solemn and honest personality, dark skin, not good at talking, and only smiles when he meets strangers.

After Erhe introduced Qin Song to Chen Youyu, Chen Youyu got to know Qin Song.The people in their village, Taoist priests, wizards and priests, all have very high status, and they belong to the group that can get food from other people without working in the village.

On weekdays, he is responsible for praying and offering sacrifices to the Dragon King for everyone. In special times, he will also help the village crowd and deal with demons.

What Chen Youyu was doing was picking up corpses, and there were many strange things in the river, so he had to rely on them even more.

After Erhe explained his purpose to Chen Youyu, Chen Youyu was very happy immediately.

With a Taoist priest like Qin Song accompanying him to retrieve the corpses, he felt much more at ease.

Soon he packed up his tools and started on the road with Er He and Qin Song.

His own boat is a small boat made of bamboo and wood, compact in structure, yellowish green in color, tied with hemp rope, although it is not too big, it is fast on the river.

This is because the corpse hunters often encounter some floating corpses when they go to retrieve the corpses, and they move very fast on the river. If you want to catch up, you need considerable skill and courage and a fast boat.

At the same time, if any weird things appeared in the river, they would have enough speed to escape.

That year, Chen Youyu searched for corpses in the river, but he didn't find any trace of the corpse for a long time. Just when he was about to go into the water to search for it, a strange figure suddenly appeared on the surface of the water.

A strange fish bigger than a house surfaced, its head was as tall as a person.

The strange fish stared at him viciously. In the bloody mouth, rows of terrifying sharp teeth glistened in the sunlight.Such a strange fish could easily swallow Chen Youyu and his crew in one gulp.

Chen Youyu was frightened out of his wits on the spot, rowed back desperately, and then ran away.

According to the old people in the village, it may be that the corpse offended the Dragon King in the Yangtze River, so the Dragon King sent a strange fish out to stop Chen Youyu.

After Chen Youyu knew about it, he became a vegetarian for another half a year and sacrificed cattle and sheep to the Dragon King in the river. Only then did he recover and never saw that strange fish again.

Chen Youyu took Qin Song and Erhe aboard his battle-tested boat, which was just right enough to accommodate four or five people, and it was quite spacious.

After getting on the boat, Chen Youyu took out the tables, plates and wine vessels that he usually used to entertain people on the boat, and took out two dishes of dried fish, and they started chatting.

Qin Song asked, "You Yu, are you so leisurely looking for corpses?"

Chen Youyu said with a smile: "There is also a special thing about picking up the corpse. It depends on luck, fate, and whether the owner of the corpse is willing to be picked up."

"The Yangtze River is so big, and there is so much water flowing from top to bottom every day, but our corpse hunters are all alone and alone, and the manpower is inevitably exhausted."

"So, generally fishing depends on fate. Out of ten, if you can get one or two, it's not bad."

"Some corpses sank to the bottom of the river, some corpses were washed downstream, and some corpses floated into the reeds, and it was difficult for us to find them."

"So picking up corpses has now become a slow job. A good corpse picker can't be in a hurry. The more anxious you are, the more you won't be able to find them."

"When we search for corpses, there are seven or eight places we often go to. After we have found these places, we need a lot of time to use nets and bamboo poles, and to search and inquire."

"So, we don't worry about this moment, just sit and chat and drink on this boat, and just look for it slowly."

As Chen Youyu said so, his eyes were like a falcon, searching around the river, always catching possible traces.

Qin Song nodded and said with a smile: "It makes sense, the work of picking up corpses is something that ordinary people can't do."

Erhe on the side smiled, "Daoist Qin, I have the job of picking up corpses like Brother Yu, just like the Taoist priests in your Taoist sect, and it's not something ordinary people can do."

"Many of them have been trained and trained since they were young, and they have to be talented in that area to be a corpse hunter."

"Brother Yu, I still worship under Uncle He and learn from him."

Chen Youyu nodded with a smile, "Yes, Uncle He is the most powerful corpse hunter in our village. But he hasn't done anything for a long time."

"Now he says that more and more corpses are being picked up, and he always dreams about bad things at night. So he entrusts me with the main work."

Qin Song nodded, and said with a smile: "What's so particular about your business, like the ancient executioner, don't you just pick up as many corpses as you can?"

"It stands to reason that when you pick up the corpses, you give the dead a chance to return to their roots and their souls. It can be regarded as accumulating evil virtues, but why do they suffer backlash instead?"

Chen Youyu took a sip of wine, with a lonely expression on his face, "Who says it's not? But ghosts and ghosts are already dead, so they can't be judged by ordinary people's common sense."

"Many people died because they were murdered or died violently, or fell into the river and drowned. I, Erbo He, said that after they died, their resentment would linger, and whoever met them would be in bad luck."

"So our job of picking up corpses is of course the one that encounters the most such things. There are more chances of bad luck and more chances of being haunted by ghosts."

Qin Song looked at him in surprise, "Haunted by ghosts?"

Qin Song suddenly remembered the white-clothed woman he had met before, and with his cultivation as a seventh-rank celestial master, it was really strange that he couldn't see the details of that woman clearly.

Chen Youyu nodded solemnly, with a look of fear on his face, "I, Erbo He, have encountered such a thing before."

At that time, He Erbo was still young and in the prime of life, so he didn't believe in these ghosts and gods.

Once when I was fishing for corpses, I met a powerful one in the river and almost died.