Mo Shaofeng left the boundary of Longyang City and came to the boundary under the jurisdiction of Fengwei City. Over a hill, there is a village in front of you.

The sun sets in the west mountain, and the red glow flies all over the sky.

Mo Shaofeng came to the entrance of the village and found that every household inside was closed, which was very strange. Mo Shaofeng frowned and entered the village, causing a dog to bark.

In the dark corner squatted a fool, dressed in tattered clothes, unkempt and stinking. When the fool saw the stranger, he cried out.

"Youkai, youkai are here to eat people. The fool jumped up, turned and ran.

Mo Shaofeng chased after him, grabbed the fool's collar, and caught him. "What are you fools shouting about, who's a monster?"

"You're a youkai, you're a man-eating youkai. "The fool has a dirty face, a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, and is very ugly.

"I'm not a youkai, I'm just a passing traveler. Mo Shaofeng threw him to the ground. The fool jumped up, giggled hehe, ran wildly, and suddenly, hit a tree and fainted.

On the road in the middle of the village, there is a large willow tree, with lush branches and leaves, like a demon with teeth and claws.

Mo Shaofeng glanced at the big willow tree, and then walked towards a farmer. "Knock!" Mo Shaofeng knocked on the door a few times and shouted, "Is there anyone?"

Mo Shaofeng knocked a few more times, and after a while, the door opened, and a middle-aged man appeared inside, holding a kerosene lamp in his left hand and a machete in his right hand, with high vigilance.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Don't be afraid, uncle, I'm not a bad person. Mo Shaofeng said, "I'm going to Fengwei City, passing by here, it's getting dark, begging for food." I have money and I won't eat it for nothing. ”

"You're really not a bad person?" the middle-aged man looked at him warily.

Mo Shaofeng took out a tael of silver and said, "If I were a bad person, I wouldn't have taken out the money." ”

The middle-aged man took the silver and said, "Come in, there is only rice in the house, no wine and meat." ”

"It's not tight, just have rice to fill your stomach. Mo Shaofeng entered the farmer's house and sat in the courtyard. In the courtyard, there is a well, and not far away, a few peach trees are planted. The autumn wind blows, and the peach blossoms are flying all over the sky, which is beautiful.

Mo Shaofeng sat on a stone bench, and there was a large stone in front of him, polished as smooth as a mirror, on which the shadow of a person could be clearly reflected. Mo Shaofeng looked at the shadow in the stone, and saw that he was dusty, with a haggard face, as if he was several years old, and he was no longer a handsome young man.

Hundreds of people in Mojiazhuang were killed, and his mother also died, and Young Master Mo became the murderous demon king that everyone hated.

Mo Shaofeng thinks about revenge all the time, but who is the enemy? Uncle Liu, the cook, insisted that I was the murderer, but I really didn't kill anyone. Luo Shiqiu will not forgive me, and will definitely find a way to kill me.

The most worrying thing is that the rain is clear, the whereabouts are unknown, and the phoenix kite is also lost.

Mo Shaofeng looked at his reflection and sighed, not knowing what kind of fate he would have next.

"Little brother, here comes the rice. The middle-aged man walked over with a bowl of steaming rice.

Mo Shaofeng said thank you, picked up the rice, and devoured it. Along the way, there were all kinds of dangers, and in order to save their lives, they had to sleep in the mountains and forests, feed on wild animals, and rarely ate such things as rice.

"Uncle, this rice is so delicious. Mo Shaofeng gave a thumbs up.

The middle-aged man said, "Little brother, when you're full, let's hurry." ”

"Uncle, I just filled my stomach, so you drove me away. Mo Shaofeng was a little unhappy.

The middle-aged man said: "Little brother, do you know, tomorrow morning, there will be a sacrificial ceremony in the village, and it is not appropriate for you to stay in the village as a foreigner." ”

"What sacrificial ritual I can't attend?"

"The sacrifice to the river god is very solemn for our village, and outsiders are not allowed to participate. ”

"Where did the river god come from, he has such a face, and he needs your sacrifice?" asked Mo Shaofeng.

The middle-aged man said: "Ten miles away from our village, there is a Qingming River, and there is a river god in it, who orders us to kill pigs and sheep and sacrifice to him at this time of year, otherwise, the river will flood and flood our fertile fields and houses." ”

"This river god is so fierce, you better be careful. Mo Shaofeng pondered for a moment, and then said, "If you sacrifice to the river god, he will bless you with good weather and abundant grains?"

"No, the river god is only interested in tribute, and the life or death of us ordinary people has nothing to do with him. ”

"Heh, this river god is so majestic, he eats other people's offerings, and he doesn't care whether people live or die. Mo Shaofeng felt that this river god was a bit unauthentic.

The middle-aged man said: "This river god's mana is boundless, we ordinary people can't afford to provoke it, for your safety, let's leave quickly." ”

"Uncle, it's dark this day, it's not appropriate for you to let me sleep on the streets. It's better to give you five taels of silver, and you let me stay for one night, and tomorrow morning, I will leave. While speaking, Mo Shaofeng took out five taels of silver and put them on the stone.

The middle-aged man also saw that the eyes of the money were open, so he hurriedly picked up the silver and said, "Just one night, you must leave tomorrow." ”

"Okay, that's a deal. Mo Shaofeng followed him into the house.

"There's a house here, and no one lives in it, so you can grieve for one night. The middle-aged man said.

Mo Shaofeng nodded, walked in, and found that the house was very clean, and there was bedding on the kang.

The middle-aged man made a pot of tea, brought it in, and said, "The night is not peaceful, rest early." ”

Mo Shaofeng nodded, drank a cup of tea, and lay down on the kang to rest. In the middle of the night, the sound of a woman crying sounded in the next room. Mo Shaofeng perked up, sat up, and listened carefully.

"Don't cry, it's not good for the guy next door to hear it. "The man's voice.

"Our daughter, tomorrow is going to sacrifice to the river god, can I not cry!" the woman's voice said.

"There's no way, who let that river god be powerful, we can't afford to offend!"

"You men are all waste, you can't even deal with a river god, and the whole village is in trouble. ”

"Shhhhhh ”

"Woo, my precious daughter, life is so miserable. ”

Mo Shaofeng heard the conversation between the two and somewhat understood, the tribute that the river god wanted was not only pigs, cattle and sheep, but also children. When the road is uneven, draw a knife to help, this is the belief that Mo Shaofeng adheres to. Mo Shaofeng didn't say anything, lying on the kang and pretending to sleep.

In the dead of night, a demonic wind blew outside, rolling up dust and flying all over the sky. The cats and dogs in the village were frightened by the demon wind, and they all hid in their dens, not daring to come out.

Mo Shaofeng climbed out of the window and came to the street, only to see the demon wind circling the village, and then flying in the southwest direction. Mo Shaofeng realized that the monster in the demon wind was the river god messenger in the mouth of the villagers. Tomorrow there will be a sacrificial ceremony, and the river god will send messengers to the village to inquire about the news.

Mo Shaofeng jumped a few times, came to the roof, and found that the demon wind disappeared into the night sky. Mo Shaofeng hesitated for a while and chased after him.