"What about the river gods? Where is the river god? Someone exclaimed.

"Why didn't the river god save my child?!"

A mother clung to her drowning child and knelt on the ground crying bitterly.

The surrounding villagers also looked sad, a little panicked and a little uneasy.

In the more than ten years that scholars have served as river gods, they have gradually become accustomed to such a calm and comfortable life, with merchant ships coming and going, wind and rain, nothing to worry about, and no danger.

The river seemed to take care of them, and it was considerate everywhere.

It is precisely because of this that they feel that maybe there is a river god who is secretly helping to help their village live a better life.

However, from this day on, everything began to change after the gentle waters of the river suddenly swallowed up the lives of several people.

After all, the scholar is nearing the end of his life, and he no longer has enough energy to take care of all the small things. And the turtle itself is just a monster, even if he follows the scholar and waits by the side of the scholar and learns a lot of knowledge, but his ability is still limited and he can't do everything.

Sometimes, when the scholar is entangled in physical pain, the pain is unbearable, and he will suffer for a day and a night at a time, and he has no energy to care about the affairs in the river.

As a result, accidents in the river gradually became more frequent.

The reason for this is of course that the scholars did not manage it, but it is also because these villagers have become accustomed to the days when they are taken care of by the river god, and they usually don't care too much about the danger, and often do some outrageous actions, so naturally, accidents occur frequently.

A sense of panic gradually began to spread throughout the village, and strange gossip spread.

"The river gods have abandoned us!"

"The river god won't care about us anymore, he'll leave us to fend for ourselves!"

The sudden natural and man-made disasters that came down have exacerbated this change in their hearts.

To make matters worse, frequent ship accidents have also led to a gradual decline in merchant ships, and as a result, passing traders have fewer time to stay here, which means that their business has gradually become deserted.

This went on for several days, as fear and anxiety grew and grew in their hearts, as a dark cloud hung over their heads.

Suddenly they lost a good life they didn't have to worry about, and those negative emotions in their hearts gradually began to condense, and gradually underwent essential changes, becoming irritable and furious.

And gradually, he set his eyes on the statue of the river god in the ancestral hall.

At this time, the scholar in the river was really close to his deathbed, although his appearance still maintained the appearance of his youth, but both his demeanor and spirit were close to exhaustion, and he felt very tired even when he read books.

So much so that I spend most of my day in bed, and I spend more time closing my eyes than I do when I open them.

In this case, he can only entrust some affairs to the turtle to manage, including trying to control the river area and avoid hurting people.

The turtle was also obedient, and went ashore to inspect it according to his instructions.

However, it was unbelievable to see that the villagers were actually smashing the idol of the river god!

When it floated to the bank of the river, it was just in time to see half of the body of the river god god break open and roll on the ground.

Looking at the mutilated body, it inexplicably has a sense of absurdity and sadness.

Speaking of which, the statue of the river god was not taken seriously, and it was not exquisite at all when it was first invited, and few people would visit this "food and clothing parent" on weekdays.

But after all, this can be regarded as a kind of reverence for the river god by the villagers, and the scholar is also deeply pleased with this, and feels that his efforts have been recognized by mortals.

However, at this time, the scholar probably never thought that it was because of the accident during this period of time that his hard work in the past ten years would come to naught......

At this time, there were still people who were smashing and shouting angrily: "This river god will not help us at all!" Why do we have to worship it?! ”

"That's right, my child died because of him, what is the use of such a useless immortal?" At that time, the mother who lost her child was also in the crowd.

A look of hatred, as if by doing these things, he could bring his child back.

The commotion continued, and after the statue was smashed, someone piled up wood and set it on fire, and thick smoke rose from it.

But they were happy, and the turtle in the river watched it all indifferently.

It didn't immediately intervene to punish them, because it remembered what the scholar had told him.

So it just watched quietly until the flames burned out and the crowd had dispersed, and then it dived back to the bottom and returned to the hut.

The scholar was still lying on the bed at this time, vaguely sensing its approach, trying to open his eyes slightly, and asked a little hoarsely, "How is it outside?" ”

The turtle didn't tell the truth, but said, "Everything is fine." ”

Its heart was heavy, and it could feel that the scholar was about to die, and it didn't want to let these troubles make it miserable and sad.

"That's fine. You don't have to worry, after my immortal is gone, you will leave on your own......"

Hearing this, the scholar seemed to let go of a big stone in his heart, smiled with relief, and after a simple instruction, finally closed his eyes peacefully.

As his aura dissipated, the turtle's heart sank, realizing that his master had died.

But how could it possibly give up on that?

It has been planning for this day for a long time.

Including some immortal texts and formation knowledge, it has learned some from scholars, as well as the mysterious information it has learned from some friends of the monsters it has befriended, and now is the time to come in handy.

Du Bai had been standing beside him, observing the whole process as the turtle first opened a passage at the bottom of the river with some kind of spell, and then used great strength to uproot the wooden house and the yard and send it into the passage.

And the passage was pitch black, with only a faint yellow light remaining in the sky, and it was vaguely obvious that this should be a wild place, and the soil under his feet was damp and soft, and there was an illusion that there was no substance when he stepped on it.

What's worse is that the surrounding area is gloomy, and the terrible ghost cries keep coming from all directions, which seems extremely weird.

But that's exactly what the turtle is looking for.

It placed the room there, and carefully recast the enchantment, bit by bit.

But when it comes to immortal texts, it is necessary to use immortal power. It pressed its palm on the scholar's chest, and then squeezed it hard, successfully taking out the jade bead that had been turned into an ownerless thing again.

But it still didn't choose to swallow it, but only used the only remaining immortal power in it to try to draw the immortal text.

But as a novice, it is not like Du Bai who has a real great immortal to teach him by hand, and the complexity of these immortal texts is far beyond its ability at the moment.

For this reason, this drawing is a hundred years!