Somewhere on the riverside in Jingjiang Town.

The two-meter-tall stone statue of Hebo stands on the bank, and the strange shape of a toad-like is carved into the appearance of a blessed middle-aged man, wearing a crown and a delicate robe, standing tall and tall.

The crowd gathered in front of the statue, each holding a lotus lantern in his hand.

Releasing river lanterns on the Midyear Festival has always been a custom in Jingjiang Town.

The so-called man is yang, ghosts are yin, land is yang, water is yin, and underwater is like a netherworld in the eyes of the people, and the unjust souls that are difficult to escape or the wandering wild ghosts can go to reincarnation with just a lamp.

Those who put the lamp will also be able to accumulate yin virtue through this.

So even though it was still dark and the rain was faintly expanding, the townspeople were still enthusiastic and lined up to take turns walking down the stone steps.

People who put the lanterns on the river are not in a hurry to leave, but hold umbrellas on the shore or on the bridge to watch the lotus lanterns in the river, praying that their homes will shine brighter in the rain for a while, which is a clear proof that they are guiding the ghosts.

Yan Jing stood at the edge of the crowd, looking at the situation everywhere, his eyes especially on the statue of Hebo stopped for a while, and he was pondering, when a timid voice suddenly came from beside him,

"Big brother, are you also here to deliver river lanterns?"

Turning her head and looking down, it was the little girl she had seen in the restaurant the night before, and at this time she was also holding a river lantern in her hand.

Her parents were nearby, and they had also noticed Yan Jing's presence.

The woman was a little surprised, she didn't come over, but just greeted her child a few meters away, and then looked at Yan Jing a little timidly, and the man bent down and laughed with some trepidation.

Yan Jing didn't like these two, but just rubbed the little girl's forehead, this little girl always reminded him of his own sister, she was always so carefree and happy when she was a child.

Soon it was their turn to put the lanterns, and the little girl followed.

Yan Jing stood in place, his eyes fell on the little girl, he was thinking about whether to imitate the previous behavior of Hebo and give this little girl a blessing, which could not only achieve the effect to a certain extent, but also make her life more comfortable in the future.

But just as Yan Jing hesitated, several vague gray figures suddenly appeared in the hazy rain curtain beside the girl.

Yan Jing blinked, but these figures suddenly disappeared again, and he couldn't help frowning, and turned his eyes half-narrowed.

Vision!

The moment the vision changed, the Shuofeng Sword immediately appeared in the palm of his hand.

At some point, a large number of vague spirits had gathered in the crowd on the riverside!

There was no doubt that they were the ones who had been released from the ghost gate last night, and at this time these spirits were gathering in the crowd, and there were three or five of them next to each lotus lamp, constantly sucking in the smoke rising from the burning candles.

Yan Jing was not surprised by the existence of ghosts, he had seen too many ghosts in Yashan Village before, and all the ghosts had been killed, so naturally he didn't care about these ghosts, what really surprised him was that a considerable number of these ghosts were mutilated.

Although their existence is vague, the silhouette of the body is still there.

However, many of the geists were missing arms and legs, as if they had been bitten by something.

Yan Jing's words immediately came to his mind, and he looked at these wandering spirits, and gradually turned his gaze to the rain-soaked street under their feet.

People's attention was all on the surface of the river and around them, and the lively chatter and laughter did not stop for a moment, and they did not notice the sturdy and sticky objects flowing under their feet.

They hide by the color of the masonry, and everywhere they pass, tentacles quietly rise, and they do not attack the living, but go straight to the wandering spirits.

The tentacles wrapped around and strangulated the spirits' bodies, and they could only struggle meaninglessly, wailing silently, reaching out to those closest to them, as if to ask for help.

However, Yin and Yang are separated, and they are destined to fail to attract the attention of ordinary people, but Yan Jing on the side has seen it clearly

The souls of these ordinary people, even if they have been in the underworld for a while, will still not be able to make any resistance to these terrifying existences after returning to this world.

Let them ravage uncontrollably, and they have to watch as these evil creatures hiding in the shadows devour their stumps and severed arms.

Beneath the lively and peaceful surface, the hunt for the geists has already begun......

There was no doubt that these monsters were gathering strength in this way, and Yan Jing could almost imagine that the same scene was playing out all over Jingjiang Town.

A festival of mankind, a death day for ghosts, a carnival of evil!

Staring at the evil cult that was moving, Yan Jing decisively stepped forward with his sword, and in the current situation, he could cut off one head at a time.

At this moment, a dark red light appeared in the river in the field of vision, and the crowd suddenly erupted in exclamation!

Needless to say, the one that can be marked as dark red by the spiritual vision must be an extremely ferocious monster.

Yan Jing rushed over quickly, and just as he saw the river churning, a huge black shadow was shuttling underneath, only to see that the surface of the water was first raised, and then a strange body with a body length of more than three meters and a forehead full of human eyeballs broke through the water, and more than a dozen narrow tentacles shot out of its mouth, heading straight for the shore.

Clearly, it's not just the living, but also the ghosts that hide in the crowd.

The townsfolk worshipped the strongest of the triumvirates, and these monstrities were clearly no longer in their cult area, and no one expected it to suddenly appear during the daytime.

The crowd that had gathered on the shore began to flee, which inevitably caused large-scale chaos.

The previous girl held the lotus lantern and stood in the crowd in a panic, and it was at this time that her mother rushed out from the side for the first time and held it in her arms, and the man looked at the tentacles that were already close at hand, and greeted them without hesitation.

They may have lost their minds because of their fanaticism for evil spirits.

However, in addition to the evil beliefs, he still retains an almost instinctive sense of responsibility.

That three-headed evil is the one who really caused all this......

Damn it!

Dark cyan streamers shot out, piercing through the strange heads that had not yet had time to return to the river, and then recoiled back, setting off a dark cyan whirlwind around them.

Not only that, but in the river, there is a dragon and tiger Yama figure slowly rising, and the burly Taoist rides a tiger, raising his right hand high and forming a sword finger, easily solving the weird!

The crowd that had dispersed earlier immediately gathered around again, and all their eyes were focused on the sudden appearance of the Taoist.

"That's the Dragon Tiger Yama!"

On the bridge, a man with an umbrella and a bamboo hat shouted,

"This god beheaded the river demon who asked for human sacrifice the night before, and now he is also protecting us ordinary people, it seems that the rumors are true...... He is the real god of Jingjiang River! ”

As if to verify his words, the dark cyan sword light suddenly turned around and directly smashed the Hebo stone statue on the riverside.

The crowd on the shore was silent at first, and then they all knelt on the ground and bowed to the new Jingjiang River God, the Dragon and Tiger Yama.

When you look up again.

The unknown man holding the umbrella on the bridge had long since disappeared without a trace.

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