"A few are polite!" the slightly chubby village chief said with a smile, gulped down a few dishes that were difficult to eat with chopsticks in the eyes of Li Xintian and others, and carefully picked up the wine glass and drank a sip of the wine in the capital brought by the Chen family's convoy, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his slightly squinted eyes, and he said in surprise, "Good wine, good wine!"

The other lads were also amazed.

In the remote villages, they used to only drink home-brewed local wine, which was as light as muddy water, and this mellow taste of wine was long gone.

A bowl of wine in the stomach, and the conversation began.

After the conversation was familiar, Li Xintian casually asked about the sacrifice a few days ago at the dinner table, but saw that the originally warm atmosphere suddenly became cold, and the village chief and several young people were a little sad on their faces, and even the wine in their hands was a little boring.

When it comes to this sacrifice, it suddenly appeared on a night decades ago.

That night, all the villagers dreamed of a figure covered in golden light, and they must sacrifice a pure virgin in the river every three years from this day onwards, otherwise disaster will fall!

The villagers naturally didn't believe it at first, and the goddess in the village also said that there was an evil desire to harm people, so they set up an altar to do it.

The night was uneventful.

Unexpectedly, after that, strange things happened in the village, and a plague spread, killing many people.

The frightened villagers hurriedly offered a virgin, and the disaster gradually stopped.

In this way, this custom has continued for more than 100 years. As a result, the village has declined from its former bustle to what it is today.

"Speaking of the sacrifice a few days ago, in fact, we have already selected people and planned to sacrifice according to the ancient rites. Who knew that my unfilial son ......"

The village chief slapped the table with a look of hatred, and his round face was slightly red from wine or anger.

"The unfilial son and the woman had already had an affair, and they couldn't bear to see her being sacrificed, so they found a Taoist priest from outside and smuggled them into the village, saying that they wanted to kill the demon and eliminate the demon......"

"And then, what happened?"

Li Xintian slightly rotated his wine glass and asked curiously.

In the mouth of the village chief, the Taoist priest may indeed have some means, quietly hiding in the dark to observe, and after the festival began, he slashed down with a sword when a huge black shadow appeared in the river!

In an instant, the foul black slime burst out, like a rancid piece of flesh shattering on the shore!

That night's festival was destroyed, and the girl survived, hugging and crying with the son of the village chief, wanting to thank the Taoist priest for helping, but saw the old Taoist leave with his back in a chic manner, with a chivalrous demeanor.

If this is the end of the story, it may indeed be a good ending. The village of Brook Water can also escape this terrible curse and be reborn.

However, the next day, the villagers who got up early and planned to sail against a layer of mist inadvertently found a slightly familiar back standing on the shore, but the fog was a little louder and they couldn't see clearly, and they thought that the fishermen who were earlier than themselves were preparing to enter the water.

When I got closer, I was shocked, it was the old Taoist priest last night!

It's just that at this time, he is no longer as chivalrous as before, his legs are strangely twisted and kneeling among the rubble, his whole body has been swollen and smelly by the river, his waist, legs, and arms are wrapped around aquatic plants that only exist in the bottom of the river, and his two eyes are about to be swallowed by fish, leaving only two black holes, and his death is miserable.

And the direction in which this old Taoist corpse knelt was the same direction as last night when he swung his sword and slashed the river god!

After that, there were many strange things in the village, and the family of three who stayed in the old way a few days ago had been found drowned alive in their own beds, and their bodies were wet, as if they had just been fished out of the water, which was strange and inexplicable.

And there is still no sign of stopping. Just last night, another family was killed......

"Shhh

Hearing this, Jia Ding subconsciously shuddered, and had a deeper understanding of the cruelty of the river god in his heart.

Li Xintian is much calmer.

At this moment, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, which frightened a young man next to the village chief in front of him shook his body slightly, and his lips turned white: "Could it be that the river god is angry again?"

"It's just thunder. ”

Li Xintian glanced at the sky outside the window, as gloomy as his heart at this time.

The raindrops of beans kept crackling, knocking on the window edge and splashing fine water stains, which also made him feel even more bad.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it couldn't stop for a while. And if the rain had been longer, it would have been hard to say whether it would have caused a flash flood or a landslide, and they would have to stay in this unfortunate village for a longer time.

Just when he was deep in thought, a villager wearing a hat trotted outside the door, came in and whispered a few words in the village chief's ear, but saw that his face changed slightly, and immediately got up a little anxiously, and said: "I'm sorry guests, the dog is messing around again, I have to discipline ......"

After that, he hurried out of the door, leaving Li Xintian with only one beloved son, who was eager but full of tired back.

Li Xintian raised his wine glass and took a sip, and the coachman behind him who had said that he had come to Xishui Village took two steps forward and reminded him softly in his ear: "Young Master Cousin, I am afraid that there are some evil sects in this place, why don't you go and talk to the old man, let's leave early......

Li Xintian nodded slightly, but it was pouring rain, and it was too early to think about it.

After the village chief and the others left, the village seemed to be quiet except for this courtyard, only the sparse sound of rain outside, and the sporadic barking of dogs also disappeared completely.

It was dark until nightfall, and the rain never stopped, and small puddles had accumulated in the low courtyards, and if it weren't for the fact that the manger was a little higher and would not have been attacked by the rain, they would have to consider whether to change places.

At night, since Li Xintian had no sleepiness, he simply got up, spread the paper on the table, grinded the pen, and began to write.

Because the righteous qi pen was given to Zhao Longjie, Li Xintian could only use his previous cultivation method.

Cultivating righteousness, but when Li Xintian was immersed in this kind of perception of blending with heaven and earth, suddenly there seemed to be a trace of strangeness in 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!

It was not the human eye! it was as big as a wheel, and a faint trace of scarlet shimmered 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, Li Xintian felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by a pair of invisible 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.

Li Xintian came back to his senses in shock, and his body finally regained control, but his heart could still vaguely feel a convulsion, which was the sequelae of suffering from 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 ......"

Li Xintian frowned.

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

Looking at the inky sky outside the house, and it was still raining heavily, the uneasiness in Li Xintian's heart became more and more intense.

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 figure 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 go, the river god will definitely ...... Will definitely be angry again......"

"When is it time for you to still care about the river god!" the people outside the door became more and more hurried, and roared, "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.

But 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 lure them away!" The lock outside the door has been opened, no matter what, go first, 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.