Chen Shi and Fu Leisheng walked along the river toward Qiaowan Town. Before they even reached the town, they saw several boats floating not far from the shore. There were people on the boats, stretching out bamboo poles from afar with hooks bound to the ends, whipping at the surface of the water.
On the bank, there were also people carrying white funeral banners, scattering spirit money, and calling for the return of lost souls.
The number of people was small, just over a dozen men, women, old, and young, all with sallow, famished complexions.
This was the water bay below Qiaowan Town. The river surface was broad, and ordinarily there were many fishing boats here, with sails fluttering and white gulls gathered in clouds.
The Dejiang River current was torrential, but upon reaching this place it grew gentle, with clear waters and lush mountains, as if it were a fairyland among mortals.
Chen Shi and Fu Leisheng arrived close by, only to see a small, elderly woman performing rituals before the river waters. She shook King Wen's Drum in her hands, dancing and prancing as she performed a shamanic rite, driving a spell to summon souls and seek corpses. Billowing surges of Yin Energy rose from the river.
That small, elderly woman was none of them other than Granny Sha from Gangzi Village. She must have been hired with money to find the corpses of someone's loved ones.
The small, elderly woman's magical arts were unfathomably profound, and finding corpses was just a trivial matter to her. But as they watched, she finished her rite and pointed a finger, immediately causing the river waters to churn. A corpse, soaked white and bloated, rose from the bottom of the water.
When it rose, its posture was extremely bizarre. The corpse's