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Chu Tianxing knew that it was time for him to be a villain, so a big golden hand flew up from behind his head, slapped the ground hard, and with a loud bang, he made a huge palm print with a diameter of no less than ten meters on the ground.

There are also dense cracks, which radiate from the front of the five fingers of the palm print to the middle of the team.

Wherever the radiation cracks passed, the ground trembled and undulated like the surface of water, causing everyone in the team to fall to and fro, and many people couldn't stand firmly and fell to the ground.

Chu Tianxing looked fiercely at everyone, and said coldly:

"Don't dare to say anything without words, smash them all into meat paste, make dumpling stuffing, and throw it down to feed that **** river god!"

This time, the team that had been raging just now suddenly became quiet again.

Those who spoke out and reprimanded Sword Master just now were even more silent, trembling like quails.

Only then did Sword Master slowly say:

"Tell me, this river god, and you, what's going on?"

The old man looked sad:

"We are residents of Ancient Wei Town on the banks of the Fucha River. Originally, there was no river god in this Fucha River. But 30 years ago, all the elderly people over [-] in the town suddenly had a dream at the same time. A voice told the elders that from now on, on the sixth day of June every year, a pair of boys and girls must be sacrificed, otherwise there will be floods, submerging crops and fields, and overturning all boats on the river...

"Although this matter is weird, the young and strong in the town don't believe it. The old man was still young back then, so he didn't believe it either, so on the sixth day of June, my ancient Wei town did not offer sacrifices as promised.

"Unexpectedly, three days later, a flood really broke out. Most of the farmland in my ancient Wei town was submerged. At that time, the boats fishing, carrying passengers and cargo on the river were all overturned by the waves. Survived, hundreds of dead...

"After the flood, the town sent people to investigate, and found that only the section of the river where my ancient Wei town is located had flooded...

"And that night, the old men in the town dreamed of that voice again, warning us that if we don't prepare two pairs of boys and girls to sacrifice the next day, we will continue to flood until the whole town is submerged.

"We were really helpless, so we had to sacrifice the next day to avoid the flood.

"After that time, every year on the sixth day of June, we will sacrifice boys and girls to keep a year of peace.

"And the river god's appetite is getting bigger and bigger. At first, he only needed a pair of boys and girls for childhood, and then gradually increased. Three years ago, he asked for five pairs of boys and girls every year..."

Having said that, the old man wiped away his tears and sobbed:

"The population of my ancient Wei town was not very prosperous. After 30 years of sacrifices, the number of children in the town has become increasingly scarce... This year, a pair of old grandchildren are also among the sacrifices..."

Hearing this, Chu Tianxing couldn't help frowning and said:

"This so-called river god is clearly a monster, didn't you ask someone to kill it?"

"Please." The old man said tremblingly with his lips trembling:

"In the second year of the river god's sacrifice, the town raised money to invite a warlock.

"The sorcerer also has real skills, he can turn a clay puppet into a soldier, and he is powerful enough to lift a thousand catties.

"On the sixth day of June, the warlock took ten clay puppet warriors and ambushed behind the altar, intending to surrender when the river god came out to enjoy the sacrifice...

"But the next day, we found a severed hand and fragments of clay puppets everywhere under the altar. The warlock and the two sacrifices from that year disappeared without a trace.

"A few years later, a pair of passing heroes came to the town..."

Having said that, the old man looked up at Chu Tianxing and Jian Zun, and continued in a trembling voice:

"The pair of heroes are highly skilled in martial arts. They can shoot sword energy with their fingers, penetrate iron armor from a hundred steps in the air, hold palms together as knives, and cut stone monuments like rotten wood.

"The two of them are also chivalrous. After hearing about this, they volunteered to subdue demons without any reward. On the sixth day of June, they also lurked behind the altar just like the sorcerer...

"Early the next morning, they also disappeared like the sorcerer, leaving only a pair of severed hands under the altar.

"A few years later, a great swordsman came.

"That great swordsman can control flying swords, take people's heads ten miles away, and also has a heroic spirit. Hearing about our tragedy, he is also filled with righteous indignation, and then..."

Chu Tianxing said lightly: "Is there only one severed hand left?"

The old man wiped his tears with his hand and nodded silently.

Only then did Chu Tianxing know why everyone just kept silent when he showed his trick just now, and no one dared to speak out, but no one showed joy.

Even a pair of old people whose grandchildren will be sacrificed did not reveal any surprise.

But it turned out that there had already been three groups of capable men and strangers who had fallen into the hands of the river god.

The first Warlock might be a little weaker.

It seems a bit magical to animate clay puppets into warriors.

But the clay puppet soldier can only lift a thousand catties, and his strength is not even as good as Xiao Hu's when his internal strength was small, and it is absolutely impossible to be more flexible than Xiao Hu.

The ten clay puppet warriors, to be honest, would be vulnerable to a warrior with peak internal strength.

And that couple of heroes did have a bit of kung fu, at least they were quasi-grandmasters.

The "great swordsman" who can fly a sword ten miles away to take someone's head is a great master of true energy.

Even the two quasi-grandmasters and one grandmaster fell into the hands of the river god one after another. These townspeople in the ancient Wei town saw that Chu Tianxing showed his tricks, but they didn't have any surprises, so it made sense up.

After all, although Chu Tianxing's move seems to be powerful, it is no more amazing than Feijian Shili.

"The so-called River God seems to have some tricks."

Sword Master said lightly:

"Since that's the case, let's wait on the altar tonight and see how good that river god is."

The old man sighed bitterly:

"The two young heroes are heroic and courageous, and the old man is grateful. But..."

Jian Zun raised his hand to interrupt him: "I have made up my mind, so there is no need to say more."

The old man pursed his lips, looked at Jian Zun with complicated eyes, and bowed to the ground:

"So, thank you, young hero."

His tone didn't sound very excited, and it seemed that he didn't have too much expectation for the two of them, but after all, he was still a little grateful and had a little hope.

As for the rest of the team, they looked at the two with extremely complicated eyes.

There is gratitude, admiration, and sympathy, and of course there is no shortage of sarcasm and ridicule, and even gloating eyes waiting to see a good show—bad guys are everywhere.

When there are too many people, there is absolutely no shortage of people with dark hearts who like to see people have bad luck, and even encounter misfortune.

Jian Zun didn't ask them to take the children back. With her, the ten children would not be sacrificed as in previous years. They only made way with Chu Tianxing and followed the team, heading towards Go to the altar at the river bend.