Du Bai lay on the bed but couldn't sleep for a while, maybe he was a rich and sick prisoner, and he was used to the soft quilt of the Su family, and now this hard bed like a paper shell is really a bit of a diaphragm.

Since he was no longer sleepy, he simply got up, spread the paper on the table, grinded the pen, and began to write.

There is no trick to honing righteousness, only by practicing more and understanding the mystery in every stroke can you improve.

Slowly, everything around quieted down, as if Du Bai was the only one between heaven and earth who was writing with a pen, and every stroke contained infinite charm. Unconsciously, the body, which was slightly sore due to the fatigue of the day's travel, became a little better.

In particular, the hand holding the pen gradually felt as if there was a light wind swirling, and it seemed that there were countless pairs of gentle little hands holding him, so that he did not feel tired when he put down the pen, but if he had divine help, the more he wrote, the easier he was, and the better his mental state!

This feeling is even more fascinating than imagined, which is also a great benefit of righteousness, if you are interested in the imperial examination, in the long run, you will definitely be far more energetic than ordinary people, and high-ranking officials and lords are not a problem. It's a pity that scholars who can experience such a realm are one in a thousand.

So at this moment, he suddenly had some sincere admiration in his heart for the young man in Liu's mansion.

It's hard to imagine what kind of tempering he has undergone in that environment at such an age to refine the righteousness in his chest! And if it weren't for the other party, Du Bai would probably be difficult to grasp that fleeting inspiration and successfully realize righteousness.

It's just that just when he was immersed in this feeling of blending with heaven and earth, suddenly there seemed to be a trace of strangeness between this piece of purity.

Like a man's back, a slight mental tingling sensation made him instantly alert, and he turned his head suddenly, but he saw a pair of eyes staring at him in the crack of the window that was blown open by the wind at some point!

That's not the human eye! As large as a wheel, a faint hint of scarlet shimmering was faintly visible in the candlelight. The emotions revealed in the upside-down pupils like snake eyes are cold, bloodthirsty, greedy, and angry!

It was as if all the describable evils of the world appeared in this abrupt eye, polluting everything that was watched.

There was a rancid fishy smell at the bottom of the water.

At this moment of looking at each other, Du Bai felt as if his heart was tightly grasped by a pair of invisible big hands, the blood all over his body seemed to stop flowing, and it was so difficult to breathe.

"Smack!"

It was the sound of the brush breaking in his hand, but it was so harsh in the dead night.

But just for a moment, it seemed like a strong wind was blowing, and the next second the eyes outside the window had disappeared, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Du Bai came back to his senses in shock, and his body finally regained control, but his heart could still vaguely feel a twitch, which was the sequelae of extremely terrifying fear.

He slowly clenched his fists, only to find that his palms and back were already soaked with cold sweat.

"What kind of monster is that!"

His pupils were still constricted, and he gasped slightly, muttering to himself.

There was a sudden burning sensation in his palm, and he looked down, but found that the notebook containing righteousness he had written earlier had spontaneously combusted at some point, and a faint blue flame jumped on the paper, which had been burned clean in the blink of an eye, but strangely did not hurt the table at all.

Only a puddle of ash with a few temperatures remained.

There is naturally only one possibility that can cause such a reaction from righteousness......

"Such a terrible evil ......," Du Bai frowned.

Could it be the river god in the mouth of the villagers?!

Looking at the inky darkness outside, the uneasiness in his heart intensified.

At the same time, in a small house in Suwon Village. Originally used as a warehouse, the doors are locked, the windows are sealed, and a fragile girl is temporarily imprisoned.

There were no lights, and listening to the cold sound of rain outside the house, the girl carefully curled up and sat on a pile of straw against the corner.

The thin linen clothes on her body did not bring her any warmth, and the hunger in her stomach made the night seem even more difficult because she had not eaten a day today.

It's just that she didn't resent the villagers who kept her here, and an unspeakable emotion was brewing in her heart.

"Uncle Zhang, they are all very good people. After my parents died, they took special care of me, often calling me to go to their house for dinner, and my aunt would sew clothes for me, for fear that I would catch a cold, and there was a smart and cute little treasure...... Only six years old. If it weren't for my selfishness, they wouldn't have died ......."

But why did these unfortunate things happen to them, why did I live when I should have died, and why did not die one after another......

She gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, took out an ugly clay figure with a little body temperature from her arms, and looked at it with teary eyes.

It was once given to her by her lover himself, originally as a token of love, but who expected it to end up in this scene.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

She hurriedly took the clay figurine into her arms and asked, "Who is it?" ”

"It's me, sister, Ah Luo has already gone to drag the village chief, I brought the key, you can escape with me!"

The man outside the door was panting and his tone was short.

Aro is her lover and the son of the village chief. And this is the other party's good brother outside the door, and he is also a lifelong friendship on weekdays, otherwise he would never do such a thing that dares to disobey the village chief.

"Arota......" The girl trembled slightly and approached the door, but then she seemed to think of something and subconsciously took a step back, wiped away the tears that kept pouring out, and shook her head vigorously, "No, I can't go!" If I'm gone, the river god will definitely ...... Will definitely be angry again......"

"When is it all the time, you still care about the river god!" The people outside the door became more and more hurried, and shouted, "Ah Luo, he can't live without you!" ”

The girl recalled the time between the two of them in her mind, and the tears became more and more unstoppable, and the hand holding the clay figure became harder and harder.

It's just that at this moment, there was a rush of footsteps not far outside, and then I heard the man outside lower his voice and said, "Someone is coming, I'll go and lead them away!" The lock outside the door has been opened, no matter what, go first and survive! ”

Soon, the man outside the door gradually ran away, and the footsteps had stopped, and I didn't know what was going on now.

The girl carefully tried to pull the door, and sure enough, it could be easily opened, only to see a transparent curtain of rain outside, and the potholes on the ground were getting worse and worse. In the dark night, only the sporadic firelight flickered slightly, but it was as fleeting as fireflies, unable to bring some light to this bottomless dark night.