Chapter 3: Wedge: The Bride of the River God

Wedge: The bride of the river god

Before he finished speaking, not far away, a man in strange clothes walked over and said a few words in his ear, and the village chief nodded, "Now is a good time to send relatives!"

Knock! Knock!

The dull beat of the drum suppressed everyone's nerves, and every thrash was like a clenched palm of the heart, pressing suddenly, and the heart couldn't help but shake for a while.

Bang bang, bang bang......

A bright knife was less than a fraction away from Moran's skin, and the moment the cold blade touched the woman's body, Moran's body trembled slightly, raised his head, and looked at the man holding the hilt.

I couldn't see the face clearly, the painted face was as white as death, a bright red lip was like drinking blood, and in the wide eyes, the black eyes with a trace of evil energy were swimming on Moran's body.

"Ahh

The knife pierced into the left collarbone, slowly tearing, red and hot blood slowly seeping out in the gap, like a slightly open blood pupil, slowly leaving tears like blood.

There was no painkiller, let alone anesthetic, and the blade pierced hard, slowly pulling the wound.

Sweat and tears fused together, slowly rolling down the contours of his cheeks to his chest, diluting the hot blood.

At the bottom of a ten-centimeter-long wound, bright red and pure white formed a stark contrast, the dagger was slowly pulled out of the woman's flesh, the blood still flowed as if it was endless, Moran felt more and more sore, top-heavy, and his vision gradually felt double and blurred.

Can't sleep, sleep means death.

Blood oozed from his lips under the friction of his teeth.

The drumbeat in his ears was accompanied by a mysterious chant, like a pair of huge hands, tearing at everyone's already exhausted tense nerves. Four big men walked up to the gallows, cross-shaped stakes rose from the ground, and a big man on the front and back resisted, and walked slowly towards the river.

Blood on his chest splattered on the ground along the lines of the stakes, and there was a pool of bright red lotus flowers.

Tick, tick......

The crowd automatically moved out of the way, and there was a faint candlelight on the riverside, and a raft gradually emerged, and the stilted and clean wooden stakes were tied with dyed red straw ropes, and there was a long bamboo pole at each of the four corners, and four ropes were connected in the air, and large and small yellow runes were scattered on the ropes, slapping each other's bodies in the wind and sand.

Moran was helped by a strong knot and placed in the middle of the raft, and a big man accompanied by two stones tied to Moran's legs, Moran knew that this was the accelerator that allowed her to meet the "river god" as soon as possible.

"Send your dear!" roared the white-faced wizard.

There were ripples in the water, and a wooden boat slowly approached, and the boatman took out a rope to tie the two boats, and the oars slowly slid and carried Moran, slowly approaching the depths of the river, getting closer and closer.

The light of the fire on the shore was still scorching the earth coldly and silently, and on the dark water, only the faint sound of rowing came from a distance, and it seemed that some could still be faintly heard, but it was already faint.

The faint light on the raft was like an eye in the dark night, flickering, flickering, flickering, reflecting the moon that was slightly revealing under the dark clouds overhead, and the dark blue sky, but at the moment there was a trace of awe.

Deep blue, tightly suppressing everyone's heart.