"Oh, I'm sorry, everyone, there will be a white banquet in our shop tonight, I'm afraid it's not convenient. Why don't you come back another day?" The boss said apologizing, it turned out that he was a luggage seat.

"Boss, can you take care of us? We are water gangs from the northwest. It's midnight and there's no other place to have a drink. Don't worry, we know the rules." Bo Du quickly gave Wushuang a wink.

How outstanding is Wushuang? Since they are taking the banquet for funerals, you are relatives and friends who come to pay their respects. Of course, you must follow the gifts when you attend the banquet.

He quickly took out a large ticket and handed it to the host at the funeral banquet. "Sad to mourn! Sad to mourn!"

Not to mention, no wonder Du Bo likes the taste of this small restaurant. The braised wheat crust is as thin as a piece of rice paper, and the filling is even the little lamb slaughtered on the same day. With a little green onion, it will take oil and water when you bite it. It will dip it with spicy and vinegar and drink a sip of delicious mutton soup. Not to mention how delicious it is, Mr. Lu alone made three cages.

"Wuwuwu...Wuwuwuwu...Mom, the child is unfilial. Even my father's body has not been raised yet. What kind of evil is this? Wuwuwu..." The table next to me was all my relatives. Although the roasted pork in this restaurant was delicious, it still couldn't hide their grief of losing their relatives. A half-year-old child, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, could not help but cry.

"Xiaodong, don't say it anymore, do you think things are not messy enough? This is all your father's life. Don't cry anymore, it's a joke." Dongziniang said. According to the meaning, the deceased was the child's biological father, and he fell into the water and died.

"Mom, his fourth aunt, you don't have to blame the child. What's the point? Nine days have passed, why haven't even caught the body? Can we just bury our clothes in?" Another relative beside him scolded Dongzi's mother.

It was Dong Ziniang who led the funeral. Otherwise, according to other people's rules, the funeral would not be held without seeing the corpse. After all, no one could be sure that the person would be gone without seeing the corpse.

"Do you still need to fish? It must have been taken away by the witch. What else can you say? Can you fish it? Are there few people who die in the weak water every year? How many people are fished? Alas!" Dongziniang sighed deeply.

The words of the witch? Dongziniang immediately attracted Wushuang's attention

. Du Bo photographed him and told him not to meddle in other people's business. People in the martial arts world are not philanthropists. If you save people, you will save them, but not everyone will save them. Everything has to be said to be fate. This thing is like fortune telling, and it is limited in number and cannot violate the taboos of the Yellow River.

"Master Zhang? Isn't our family giving you enough money? Haven't you promised to catch my father's body? But look, it's been nine days now, and the funeral has been done. Where is my father's other people?" Dongzi asked a man in his forties sitting on his mother's left. The man was black and strong, with bare shirt on his upper body and strong muscles. Although his skin was dark, he had very fine hair.

"He is a Yellow River craftsman." Du Bo said in Wushuang's ears. Why do you say that? This old Yellow River craftsman can recognize his fellow travelers at a glance.

Look, this man looks dark, but his skin is good. This means that he has been active in the water all year round, and the Yellow River water invades the skin. His darkness is not sunny, but the turbid color of the Yellow River water. Look at his big hands, although they are big, their fingertips are slender, and there are still sand in the Yellow River in their nails. The fishy smell Du Bo smells when he comes in.

Master Zhang lowered his head in shame and did not dare to say anything, allowing Dongzi to shake him hard. This was a very shameful humiliation for a Yellow River craftsman.

"Repay the money! Pay back the money! Our family spent so much money in vain? Do you still have the face to come and have a drink? You shameless liar!" Dongzi was young and the child didn't understand the rules. After drinking a few glasses of wine, he started to speak without any restraint. It was not a small amount that he said, it was not a small amount to invite the Yellow River craftsman to come out. He spent money but didn't get any bones in the end. So how could he give up?

"Dongzi, what did you say? Don't be disrespectful to Master Zhang!" Dongzi's rudeness made him a mother. The woman stood up and shook him a mouth, making the child's face swollen. Dongzi covered her face and squatted on the ground and cried bitterly.

Other guests came up to persuade the fight.

"Dongzi, don't worry, Uncle Zhang is incompetent. I will definitely return the money to you. But from now on, don't mention the matter of catching the corpse for your father. Not to mention me, even if you invite the Yellow River corpse fisherman in Gansu, you may not be able to recover it." Master Zhang said helplessly.

As soon as these words were said, Du Bo's face immediately became dark.

"That thing is so evil. I don't know how to find your father's body. But if I forcefully take back his body, not only will the body not be able to be recovered, but I will also spend my life. Is that a matter of money? Dongzi, forget it, as your mother said, this is all fate! If your father doesn't mess with the witch, would it end like this?" Master Zhang said something that was not nice, but none of them stood up to defend the deceased.

"I don't like to hear what this brother said. The dead are the most important. As a Yellow River craftsman, you have to do things since you have taken the gun, otherwise you wouldn't have to collect the money at first. Now that the body is still not back, you have to refund the money. What is this? Wouldn't it throw away all the faces of the Yellow River craftsman?" Du Bo suddenly stood up, and scolded Master Zhang with a strong northwest accent.

"Hiss... what do you call this senior?" Master Zhang squinted his eyes and smacked his lips, and looked at Bo Du.

He was still young and did not have as good eyesight as Du Bo, but he vaguely smelled a fishy smell in the Yellow River water. The fishy smell was different from the fishy smell in other waters. The Yellow River water had a unique smell, including the turbidity in the mud and sand, the fishy smell of fish and shrimps, and the evil spirit in the Yellow River water.

"I am from Gansu, with the surname Du, and I have been an old fisherman all my life. Is Master Zhang a bit evil? As the saying goes, evil will not suppress justice. As long as you old craftsmen are attentive, there will be no corpses that cannot be captured. Can you find where the corpse is now sank?" Du Bo asked him again.

There are not many people on the edge of the Yellow River who dare to speak loudly. There is no God in the sky and no King of Hell under the ground. This is the Yellow River, and only their river gods, the Dragon King and the King of the Yellow River! Nothing you said can be hidden from the River God. Since this person named Du, who is surnamed Du, can be said that he is also an old craftsman. It can be seen that Master Zhang took a look.
Chapter completed!