Old Sentiment

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A chipped porcelain cup filled with clean water was placed in front of Zhao Yijiu.

He sat beside the wooden table, one hand resting on the surface while the other twirled the small protective amulet that had just helped him break through the fog.

After being pulled into the room just now, the old man had explained the reason behind the backyard's layout.

Probably because he had trespassed into the backyard and seen many "secrets," the old man hadn't spoken in riddles like when he first appeared. Not only did he expose his identity as a "corpse driver," but he also clarified the weirdness of Yizhuang.

The old man was a corpse driver from the Xiangxi region in the south.

He had never expected to set foot in Guo Long Ridge in the north in his entire life. He hadn't come when he was young, and now that he was old, he only wanted to rest at home. Never did he expect that an old friend's letter from his youth would fly over, begging him to come to Fengtou Town at Guo Long Ridge to help out.

His old friend's son worked as a boatman on the Yeshui River, living in peace and safety for over twenty years, but just on a night half a month ago, the boat suddenly capsized.

Oddly enough, the boatmen, who usually had exceptional swimming skills, actually failed to surface from the water in a small half, and he heard there were water ghosts in the water dragging people down and refusing to let them go.

The remaining large half swam desperately to shore and called for help. A group of people groped in the dark to salvage for a long time, heading all the way down the river, but they neither saw people