Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Black River Ferry.

The night is as dark as ink, flowing slowly parallel to the river.

There was complete silence all around, as if the heaven and earth were asleep.

Amid the sound of gurgling water, a thick brown wooden board about one meter high and three feet wide floated on the water, with an unconscious man in green lying on it.

Under the dim moonlight, his face is handsome and glowing.

A corner of the sleeve of the wooden board fell on the water and was soaked by the river water. Even the slender and slightly bent fingers hanging outside were submerged by the water from time to time, feeling the chill that penetrated into the bones.

There was a bamboo basket on one side with a few bamboos placed diagonally, one of which was particularly different.

The color is so green that it is almost magical, and the texture is like jade and ice.

There is a cluster of narrow, straight bamboo leaves at each section of bamboo.

There were subtle and irregular movements coming from the bamboo basket.

"Be quiet!"

A sharp and long sound was heard, which was unpleasant and harsh, as if it was the sound of friction and squeezing.

What’s even more creepy is that the sound seems to come from that green bamboo.

Sure enough, the rustling sound in the bamboo basket stopped abruptly, as if it was filled with genuine fear and deathly silence.

The jade-like, clear and enchanting green bamboo spread out a thin branch and wrapped around the unconscious man's neck.

The bamboo branches are as slender as jade necklaces, and they are particularly beautiful and attractive against the white jade-like skin underneath.

The tips of the bamboo branches were as sharp as thorns, and they looked cold as if they had been tempered by a dim light.

He slowly caressed the blue blood vessels on one side of his neck, tentatively feeling the warmth.

Then, without hesitation, he pierced the soft flesh, running through the blue blood vessels, and a faint line of bright red color seeped out.

The sound of him swallowing greedily in big gulps was particularly clear in the silent night, and he was sucking blood eagerly like a wild beast.

The black hair that was spread out on the wooden board was flickering with a faint green light. After a while, several narrow bamboo leaves of the same strange color grew out.

The dark green bamboo leaves stand quietly among the inky black hair.

The fingers immersed in the water moved slightly, and then suddenly clenched.

The man woke up from his coma with a frown, slowly stood up, his black hair flying.

He lowered his eyes, raised his hand, which was still cool and moist, to his neck, and pulled out the bamboo branch that was soaked with blood inch by inch.

The sharp and slender bamboo branches were stained with blood, with green and blood intertwined, and the evil aura was full of weirdness.

The warm blood beads that had no time to be absorbed dripped onto the wooden board and instantly turned into abundant spiritual power.

"enough."

"I will need your strength to suppress the flood later. This blood is enough."

The man frowned and threw the bamboo branch back into the bamboo basket.

There was still some blood on his fingers that had been diluted by the water, but he wiped it away.

The bamboo branch sneered with disdain, and then the bamboo leaves swept up the few drops of blood scattered on the wooden board and absorbed them completely.

"Sir" "Sir" "Sir"...

A group of chirping sounds like those of young children came from the bamboo basket.

"Sir, you're awake, that's great."

A small clay figurine poked out from the edge of the bamboo basket, and soon several more small clay figurines of the same appearance poked out from the side.

They are all the size of a palm, their voices are like those of children, and their laughter is louder than a bell.

Each one of them is lively, clever and very cute.

"Sir, you finally woke up~"

"During the time you were unconscious, this bad bamboo has been bullying us in various ways!"

"We are too noisy!"

"Yes, it even hung Xiao Qi up and whipped him!"

"Xiao Qi was so scared that he started crying."

"It's so abominable."

"Yes."

Cuizhu sneered coldly and just let these ungrateful brats jump up and down in the bamboo basket and complain without wanting to pay any attention to them.

The man comforted the little clay figures in the bamboo basket one by one and apologized gently.

The little clay figures grabbed his wide sleeves, climbed on top of him, and told him everything.

"Mr. is still the best"

"Sir, you don't need to apologize for this bad guy."

"This guy is so bad, he even eats his own kind"

"Suck the gentleman's blood while he is unconscious"

“I sucked so much”

"I feel so sorry for you sir."

Cuizhu leaned in the bamboo basket, listening to the chattering of the little green tea figurines. He sneered, rolled up a slender bamboo branch, wrapped it around a piece of Qingling bamboo that was used as a reserve food, pulled it over and started to chew it.

At this moment, the brown wooden board floating in the river suddenly shook with the current.

A dozen or so little clay figures subconsciously grabbed the man's robe and huddled behind him.

The man looked a little surprised: "It turned out to be alive. This is a bit rude."

As he spoke, his fingertips flashed a green light on the wooden board.

Countless light green dots floated out from the brown wooden board, gathering together and gradually forming a vague human-shaped light group, which huddled in the corner and said anxiously: "I..."

It's a gentle female voice.

A brave little clay figure poked out from behind the man's shoulder, looked curiously, made eye contact with the human-shaped light ball, stretched out his little hand and waved, as if to say hello.

"Miss Mu Ling, don't be afraid. I just want to thank you for saving me." The man said with a smile.

"It wasn't me, it was the one next to you who brought you up." Mu Ling didn't dare to take credit rashly, and pointed in the direction of the bamboo basket with a vague human figure.

As a wood-type spirit creature, she could clearly feel the danger and threat of the green bamboo.

The man was stunned for a moment, then said: "Saving my life is saving my life. If it weren't for the girl, I would probably still be soaking in the river. Wood overcomes water, maybe it is the existence of this piece of wood that prevents the flood from happening."

"What? You want to repay me? I'll help you. Wait for me to help you swallow her into your stomach and her strength will greatly increase. Isn't that wonderful? Hahaha!" Cuizhu laughed excitedly.

The man stopped smiling and said in a warning tone, "Cui Luan."

"Tsk~ boring, you can't even take a joke."

The man turned his head and apologized to Mu Ling: "Sorry, I scared the girl."

"There is another thing I need to ask you. Do you know the direction of the water flow? Have the local people been evacuated safely?"

Mu Ling shook his head. "In Heshui Town, there was no time to evacuate. The flood destroyed the dam and many people lost their lives in the flood."

The man pursed his lips, his expression serious.

"Since the flood has already fled to the Mortal Realm, you will certainly not be able to defeat it if you enter the country. Staying outside the country will not help either. It is better to forget about it and go back without worrying about these trivial matters.

And these mud kids in the bamboo basket are useless, so throw them away as soon as possible, so that they don’t make noises every day, which makes me upset. "Yaozhu said.

The man said in a cold tone, "If you hadn't maliciously caused trouble on the way, and wanted to activate the power of the demon bamboo in my body and take control of this body, how could I have caused a backlash in the fight with the flood, allowing it to escape to the mortal world and cause many innocent people to die in the flood."

Yaozhu said sarcastically, "The life of a mere mortal is as worthless as grass. Why do you keep thinking about it?"

The man's expression became even colder when he heard this.

Yaozhu really couldn't understand his behavior, and was even more angry at his attitude and tone towards him just because of the lives of a few ants.

Several clay figurines pitifully tugged at the man's sleeves and said, "Our mission is to suppress the flood. You, you can't just abandon us like this."

"Yes, sir, don't listen to Bamboo's words."

"That's right, it's a bad bamboo, it just wants to hurt people."

"We are good mud spirits, bringing benefit to the world. Please don't abandon us."

Yaozhu's tone was extremely gloomy, "You are so good at stirring up trouble. Isn't it a waste of your talents to be reborn as a mud spirit?"

"If you want to die, why don't you let me take you there? Then you can be a gossiper in your next life and talk as much as you want."

Before he finished speaking, several bamboo leaves as sharp as darts shot straight at the chattering little clay figures.

The little clay figures were terrified.

"Zheng"

A bamboo sword pierced through several bamboo leaves from one side.

The man withdrew his sword-fingered hand and glanced coldly at the bamboo basket.

Yaozhu sneered, "You are really protecting your treasure."