Don't throw rubbish into the river of the river god!

The villagers in Linhe Village thought that He Qinglan and Shui Wuyuan would go straight to the inside of their paper mill to investigate some of the inferior materials they used and seriously illegal production methods.

Some villagers quickly called the person in charge of the paper mill and asked them to hide all the things that were not visible.

As a result, the phone call was lonely. The two people who they thought would go to the inside of the paper mill actually walked directly to the river, which made the villagers who followed them feel relieved and at the same time puzzled——

Could it be that these two people really came to see the river to treat the sewage?Is it because the people in the village are overwhelmed?Is this really a deal sent up?

But when the villagers caught up and saw the backs of the two people standing motionless by the river, a sense of unreasonable panic gradually spread from their hearts.

The excessive silence prevented the villagers from coming forward, as if something terrible would happen once this silence was broken.

But this kind of silence didn't last long. When Xia Youyu and Shanwu ran over after looking for their aura, the old village head of Linhe Village was also ready and confident.

When the old village head came, the originally quiet villagers seemed to have found a backer. They quickly crowded around the old village head and walked behind He Qinglan and Shui Wuyuan.

"Both of you, you have also seen the appearance of the river. Our paper mill is next to it. Although our factory does discharge a lot of sewage, there is nothing we can do about it."

"It took the whole village's strength and savings to build this paper mill. How can a small village like ours have the money to buy high-end water purification equipment?"

The old village head looked at He Qinglan who had been turning his back to them, and he felt a little uneasy, but he pinched the treasure in his sleeve, and soon gained confidence: "We are actually also thinking about the pollution of the Qinglan River." I'm a little sorry, how come our village has existed by this river for hundreds of years, relying on water for food, but now we can't eat."

"If the two of you really want to clean up the Qinglan River, why don't you just invest in our village directly. You can buy relatively good water purification equipment for about tens of millions, which is a big deal for our village. number, but for Mr. Shui who can casually throw away millions..."

In the middle of the old village chief's words, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed over Linhe Village.

The sound of thunder shook the ears, and inexplicably made the villagers of Linhe Village shrank their necks, as if they felt that the thunder would strike them in the next second.

And amidst the thunder, He Qinglan finally turned around.

His pupils that were originally covered by black showed a bit of ice blue, like the deepest ice.

"This paper mill has too much sewage, too much murder, and its existence has no meaning. Remove it."

The old village chief was stunned by He Qinglan's calm and cold eyes at first, but after hearing what He Qinglan said, he laughed angrily as if he had heard some Arabian Nights.

He stomped his crutches on the ground fiercely: "What nonsense are you talking about! Our factory has been in operation for three years and has been inspected every year, and there is nothing wrong with it! And we just opened a paper factory, what the hell! The sin is too heavy, are you crazy?!"

"Do you want us to tear down the paper mill?" The old village head had a stern look on his face: "Even if we tear down your kid's bones, our paper mill won't!!"

"If you don't dismantle it, you will be punished by God."

He Qinglan didn't have the patience to listen to the old village chief's nagging, and asked that he was giving these villagers the last chance.

When he finished saying that, the cloudy sky suddenly burst into blue-purple thunder from the tenth level, and then those thunders struck one after another in front of the villagers of Linhe Village, as if they had given some guidance. To the running paper mill!

Boom! !

"My God, what's going on?! Is there really a lightning strike?!"

"The factory was struck by lightning, will the employees inside be okay? My son is still working inside!!"

"Village chief, old village chief, think of a way! This, this is really heaven, heaven..."

After all, the old village head has more experience and city skills than the villagers, so he doesn't believe in divine punishment!According to him, the two people in front of him are the foreign aid specially recruited by that kid from the Xia family. It's just a "master of talent" who has acquired adventures or treasures with special means!

The old village head looked at He Qinglan, who was standing there with an unchanged expression, thinking that he probably encountered a hard stubble today.But the treasure enshrined in their village is the big treasure that they have enshrined for three full years and has always been able to make their wishes come true!This is a treasure that can connect with the gods!He's just a brat with some means, if he dares to come to Hecun to make trouble, he can make them come and go! !

When a large number of villagers ran out from the nearby paper mill because they were struck by lightning one after another, the old village head suddenly took out a dark wooden branch from his sleeve and pointed it at He Qinglan:

"The gods curse you! Soon you will be plagued by disaster and bad luck, and will fall into a situation that is more painful than death!!"

"The gods are omnipotent! All those who do not obey the gods and worship the gods will not end well! You ignorant and weak guys, wait for the disaster to come!!!"

The moment the old village chief's voice fell, He Qinglan saw the filthy air lingering over and around the entire Linhe village, and suddenly a small part came towards him quickly.

Ordinary people can't see this filthy air, and will be directly contaminated by it. Once the body is contaminated with too much filth, they will really be plagued by disaster and bad luck, as the village chief said.

But for He Qinglan, this invisible filthy air can't hurt him a bit. Compared with these filthy airs, the black branch that the village head is holding tightly in his hand made He Qinglan's eyes deepen a bit.

At this time, the rolling thunderstorms towards the paper mill were still continuing, and even the sky was covered with dark clouds and strong winds were blowing, as if a torrent of rain would fall from the sky in the next second, flooding this place full of filth.

However, He Qinglan spoke at this moment. He didn't look back at Shui Wuyuan standing behind him, but said:

"This is my river, you don't need to do anything."

Shui Wuyuan frowned when he heard this, he could feel He Qinglan's anger that was about to erupt, but he didn't think He Qinglan could do anything - he had lost [-]% of his divine power, and the river here was polluted again What can he do in such a situation, surrounded by filthy air?

Shui Wuyuan subconsciously wanted to refuse, telling the desolate river god not to show off, but before he spoke, He Qinglan only slightly turned his head and looked back at him, and that glance nailed the rain god in place.

Then, Lord Yushen saw the young man raise his hand and scratch down at the filthy air above Linhe Village——

The filthy air rushed from the air and surroundings of Linhe Village into the polluted Qinglan River behind them like a river flowing backwards.

At this moment, the originally turbid Qinglan River suddenly became as black as ink.

Then, the water source of the dry riverbed exploded, as if the river water with black air began to rush, and finally exploded with a loud bang!

When the turbid river exploded behind He Qinglan, the paper mill near the river also made a deafening explosion.

All the Linhe villagers present looked in horror at the paper mill that seemed to have exploded. After a while, the employees of the paper mill rushed into the venue with a shout, and rushed out screaming a few seconds later!

"It exploded!! All the machines in the factory exploded!!"

"And the pulp used to make paper in the factory! All the tools and crafting tables!! It's blown up...it's all blown up!! It's all gone!!!"

At this time, the light gray clothes on He Qinglan's body had turned into a dark gray and almost ink color. He only glanced at the paper mill that exploded and smoked, and the next moment he appeared in front of the old village chief. He reached out and grabbed the black branch in his hand.

"Don't take things that aren't yours for granted."

"Otherwise, the gods will curse you."

At this moment, the old village head suddenly felt that this extremely handsome young man in front of him was extremely terrifying.

The next second, in the torrential rain, Shui Wuyuan reached out from behind and clasped He Qinglan's waist tightly, and at the same time isolated the branch that was completely infested by the filth.

"Absorb the power of filth! Your brain is flooded!!"

He Qinglan closed his eyes slightly, then tilted his head back, and sneered at Shui Wuyuan: "I want you to take care of it."

The author has something to say: He Qinglan: Don't worry about the fairy man's power!

Shui Wuyuan: What should I do if my wife goes crazy?I can only accompany ah ah ah hail!