Mecha Star Wars.

The weeping outside was annoying. He knocked his pipe on the table impatiently, then rubbed it in his palm with heartache: "Why are you howling? You have cried away all the good luck in the family!"

The crying stopped, and only sobbing sounds could be heard getting closer. Suddenly, a frail figure appeared at the door.

"Boss." The tear-stained woman leaned against the door frame, holding her chest. "That's our Erya! How can I not even cry for her when she is dying? You are too cruel as a father!"

“Bullshit!” The old man cursed angrily, stretching one foot off the kang to look for his shoes. Seeing the woman shrink back in fear, with only her eyes showing, he stopped moving with satisfaction, “Erya is going to be the wife of the river god. In the future, she will be worshipped like the river god and become a deity. What a blessing that is! Maybe after a hundred years, we will also be able to benefit from it. You, a short-sighted thing who only knows how to cry, have cried away the little blessing that Erya brought. What bad luck!”

"I'm ignorant," the woman leaned forward and bravely retorted, "If it was really a good thing, why didn't the little girl from the village head go? Why did the little girl from the head of the village go to visit her uncle? People like us have never had a good life in the village. We are thankful that we are not bullied. How can we expect them to think of us when there is good news? Everyone else knows that they protect their own daughters, but you..."

Before she could finish her words, a worn-out shoe came flying at her. The woman dodged and the shoe hit the door frame, raising a cloud of dust.

“I’m giving you face, right?!” The old man stood on the ground with one bare foot, his face full of anger, and pointed his pipe at the woman who didn’t dare to stick her head out of the door. “Do you think I want to? Every family has no one to send, so someone has to go! Believe it or not, if we don’t let Erya go, we will be the first one to blame if things don’t turn around. Even if things turn around, there will be no way for our family to survive! You feel sorry for Erya! Okay, go and bring her back!”

The old man walked out of the door angrily, grabbed the woman who had no time to walk away, and pointed his pipe at the broken and dilapidated courtyard door: "You pulled her back one step, and the villagers will make us have no place to stay the next step! Have you forgotten that you still have two sons?! Do you want my sons to be expelled from the clan?!"

The woman was pushed violently, took a few steps back and fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face unconsciously. However, she never mentioned Arya again. She just beat her chest and sobbed on the ground.

"Cry, cry, cry! You just know how to cry!" The old man scolded her angrily: "If you want to blame someone, just blame us for not being blessed enough to have those powerful immortals take care of us..."

There were two knocks on the courtyard door.

The old man turned his head irritably, and his pipe fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Excuse me, father-in-law..." Shen Xiuyuan asked politely from outside the chest-high fence, "Why is there no one in the village?"

"Immortal, immortal..." The old man trembled as he tried to recall whether he had said anything excessive just now. He didn't even notice that he stepped on his beloved pipe.

In the secular world, some people do call cultivators immortals. They do not understand the difference between realms, but only know that immortals have great abilities and can do things that ordinary people cannot do.

Cultivators usually don't bother to explain. Because usually people who call it that are people of low status, with no knowledge or culture. Even if they explain it, they may not understand, and it would just be a waste of words.

"You're too polite, old man," Du Xingyu said with a smile. "We received a report from the county saying that the climate here is similar to previous years, but there is a severe drought and no rain. We are afraid that there may be evil spirits causing trouble, so we came here to investigate."

In today's world, not only have immortals and mortals merged, but even demons and evil spirits are no longer as distinct as they were in ancient times. Without the restrictions of the land, you can always see many creatures appearing in inappropriate places at inappropriate times, causing some trouble.

Sometimes, the person who caused the consequences may not have malicious intent, but may just be ignorant. Of course, there are also those who are malicious.

These things that are beyond the capabilities of ordinary people are definitely not something that the secular world can handle. They can only be reported to the immortal sect, which will issue the tasks and then have disciples go out to handle them.

However, due to various twists and turns, reviews, delays, etc. in the mortal world, a long time had passed by the time it was submitted to the sect.

If the information is not submitted clearly and the severity is downplayed... it's like this time, the news Changtianmen received was just "abnormal drought, suspected heresy."

These eight short words seemed insignificant to Shen Xiuyuan, so he didn't take it seriously when he took over the task. Later, because of the swamp forest, he was delayed for another seven or eight days to return to the sect, and he didn't feel any urgency until he arrived here and saw the cracked land with his own eyes...

"The mayor here is considered to have a conscience for reporting it. Those who have been in the officialdom for a long time have too many twists and turns in their minds." Du Xingyu knows a lot, "Many do not regard the lower class as human beings and do not even report it."

It’s not like Shen Xiuyuan has never been without experience, but he had always faced the more glamorous classes. It might be related to his realm, and he would not take such "easy" small tasks. So it was also a coincidence that he had never come into contact with the lower-class people who were too poor.

He was full of regret at this moment.

When he rushed into the village and found that every house was empty and no one was there, he thought that everyone was dead because he was late, and he felt extremely guilty.

Fortunately, Du Xingyu reminded him that there were no corpses or dead air. Looking forward, he indeed heard human voices. Otherwise, Shen Xiuyuan's gentle face would never be able to hold on.

"Immortal, immortal..." It was the first time for the old man to see a living immortal. He was so nervous that he stuttered and stood there at a loss, dazed.

However, after confirming their identities, the woman on the ground suddenly gathered up her strength, crawled over and hugged Shen Xiuyuan's feet.

"Immortal! Immortal, please save my Erya. Please, immortal, save my Erya's life!"

As soon as the woman opened her mouth, tears began to fall. The old man was so frightened when he saw that his wife had soiled the immortal's robe that he hurried forward.

"You bitch..."

Shen Xiuyuan didn't despise her. Just as he was about to bend down, a pink figure jumped out from behind him, held the woman's arm and helped her up.

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"Madam, please stand up and talk. If you remain like this, we won't be able to figure out what's going on. Who is Erya? How do we save her?" Jin Tong said softly.

The little girl had behaved very well during this period, doing things attentively and knowing her limits to everyone, and had not shown any extra inappropriate behavior. Even if everyone knew that she had other intentions, they could not force themselves to make trouble under such circumstances. They could only let things take their course, pretending that they knew nothing, and wait for her to make any unusual moves.

When the woman looked up, she saw Jin Tong's little face, who was about the same age as her own Erya. But her Erya was probably... She was overwhelmed with grief for a moment, and couldn't stop crying, and couldn't speak at all.

"Oh my!" The old man finally arrived, pulled the woman aside, and slapped her on the back. "What are you doing? We can't even afford to pay for dirtying the immortal's clothes."

"No, no..." Jin Tong looked at Shen Xiuyuan and saw that he didn't seem angry, so he spoke for him. "Talk it out, don't use force."

The woman was slapped hard and realized that the man was unreliable. She shook off his hand that was holding her and knelt down in front of the immortal.

"Please, immortal. The villagers say that there has been no rain for a hundred days and there is no immortal to look after it. It is obvious that the river god is unhappy, and they want to offer young girls to the river god for marriage. My daughter was chosen by them! She was taken to the river by the whole village early in the morning, and now..." The woman finished speaking in one breath, and her eyes were blurred by tears again.

"Where is the river?!" Mu Jingjing's fists clenched.

"Ten miles north..."

As soon as the woman said this, she saw figures flashing past her and drifting away, leaving only the girl who was supporting her still there.

"Aiya!" Jin Tong stamped his feet and trotted after them. "Brothers and sisters! Wait for me!"