After being dressed as the evil god

"Why so fast..." Chang Andu murmured in disbelief.He held his forehead, as if the dizziness before the drunken dream had not dissipated.

It was just one day, before the sun even set, they arrived at Liang Country from the Daqing Mountains.This is not something human can do.

Is this a dream?Is he not sober yet?Who are those two boatmen?immortal?ghost?What ship did he take this trip?

"We're here, let's get off the boat!" The man in the bamboo hat said again in a rough voice.

Chang Andu subconsciously nodded and said, "Oh, good, good..."

He subconsciously stepped forward to get off the boat, but stopped suddenly when he passed by Mr. Li.The boat had already docked, and Mr. Li was closer to the bow than himself, but why didn't he get off the boat?

"Mr. Li, we've arrived, won't you disembark?" Chang Andu asked.

"He hasn't arrived yet." The man in the bamboo hat urged.

Mr. Li nodded with a smile, but Chang Andu suddenly felt a chill.He turned around and grabbed Mr. Li's sleeve: "You...you can get off the boat with me, we have already arrived in Liang Country!"

"What's none of your business? Get out of here as soon as you get there! Don't come again!" The man in the bamboo hat pushed him impatiently and roughly.

Chang Andu looked over, and the face of the man in the bamboo hat was still hidden in the shadows, with a strange familiarity and a sense of coldness; the white-faced boatman did not speak, but his deep eyes seemed to be malicious. The boatman's face...is it a little blue?

What mattered what ship he was on this trip?Does it matter where Mr. Li is going?Hasn't he arrived in Liang Guo safely?Shouldn't he have left this queer ship now?

But maybe it was the warmth brought by the wine gourd in his arms. Chang Andu didn't know what was wrong with him. He pulled Mr. Li and said loudly: "But... But the end of this river is Liang Guo! The next section The river course is a waterfall!"

It's cold... It's like being soaked into the cracks in the bones by ice-cold water, which makes every nerve ache.There seemed to be a faint howl in his dizzy mind.

The words he shouted seem to have changed something, pushing things to a more terrifying direction...

Before Chang Andu had time to be afraid, he suddenly felt that he was being pushed, and a force came from the sleeve he was holding, which made him let go involuntarily, and was bewildered by the force. disembarked.

"Get off the boat, you'll be safe."

Mr. Li's smiling voice rang in his ears, and the biting chill disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared, as if it was just a hallucination of his.

He was already standing on the shore, the soft but solid soil under his feet.Chang Andu turned his head and looked behind him. The river was flowing and the sound of the water was continuous, but the river was empty, and the boat had disappeared with just one turn.

Chang Andu hugged the package and shivered.

He turned around and hurried away from the long river.

The further you go, the more the fear in your heart will rise.More and more weird things resurfaced in his mind.The white-faced boatman who didn't ask for pay, the man in the bamboo hat who didn't see his face clearly, Mr. Li who didn't bring any luggage...but he was just a little uneasy when he was on the boat.

Was he unaware of the danger?No…he was aware of it, but it was like, like something in his instincts was telling him he was safe, so he relaxed.But now that he was off the ship, those effects faded, and his fear returned.

He felt safe... Who made him feel this way?

Mr. Li gave him a jug of wine and pushed him to the shore, but the bamboo hat boatman didn't want him on board...

"who?!"

The sudden question awakened Chang Andu from his disturbed thoughts.Before he knew it, he had reached the nearest village near the ferry.

Chang Andu looked at the person who asked the question, it was a middle-aged man holding a rake, with wary eyes.Chang Andu recognized him. When he came to Liang Kingdom with his father, he always stayed in this village.

"Da Zhou, it's me, Chang Andu!" Chang Andu waved his hand.

Da Zhou looked at him carefully, and after confirming, not only did he not relax his vigilance, but asked more seriously: "It's you...how did you come here? Where did you come from?"

"I came by boat, I came to find my father." Chang Andu said.

"Impossible!" Da Zhou pointed at him with a rake, "No one can walk that river long ago!"

"What do you mean?" Chang Andu felt a chill in his heart.

"I don't care if you are a demon or a ghost, this is not a place for you to play tricks, leave quickly!" Da Zhou shouted.

"I'm not approaching, I'm really Chang Andu. My father sent a letter saying he was going home, but he never came back. I came to look for him along the way." Chang Andu became more and more anxious. He held the package and opened his hand to signal, "Don't be nervous, I won't come close, do you see my father?"

Da Zhou looked at him suspiciously and vigilantly: "Your father stayed here for a night more than a month ago, and returned to Lu country by boat the next day."

Chang Andu only felt chills all over his body: "But you said earlier that no one can walk that river long ago, what do you mean?"

"There were private ferries on that river at the beginning, but they stopped soon. There are no normal boats there anymore. When your father left, I don't know if he was on a normal boat or... something else. "Da Zhou muttered the last few words quickly as if restless, "In short... your father is not here. I don't know if you are Chang Andu, or how you came here, but stay away, get out of here , don’t come again.”

Chang Andu only felt his heart tightening, and he felt dizzy.

He thought again of the ship.

But he arrived here safely, but...

……

Li Chi stood at the bow of the boat, with two strands of prayer wrapped around his fingertips.

No one was poleing, but the boat moved forward along the river like an arrow from the string, much faster than the speed of the river.

The white-faced boatman looked at Lichi's fingertips and sneered, "So it's the god of Shenting."

The roar of the river became louder and louder, and the huge waterfall and cliff were already in sight.

"What kind of offering did that mortal give you? Is that little mind worth the consumption of your enemy?" The boat plummeted down the waterfall. Amid the suddenly louder sound of water, the white-faced boatman sneered, "Weak and stupid mercy!"

The boat fell with the waterfall, but did not land on the river below.It kept falling, into the river, into the bottom of the river, into the sand...

The sound of the water suddenly fell silent.

The boat finally landed on the new "river".

This is a different space, surrounded by darkness, nothing else can be seen in the vastness, only the dim yellow river water flowing under the boat flows into the darkness, nowhere to come from before, and nowhere to go after.The water was choppy, but there was no sound at all.

The white-faced Evil God, dressed as a boatman, removed his disguise at will. His face was blue and white, and he was wearing a dark blue robe. There were patterns of river water on the robe, and shadows of howling and struggling faintly appeared in the water patterns. Going down, The color of the robe is darker, and there is a hint of yellow at the hem.

Fog gradually rose on the river surface, far thicker and colder than the fog on the Jiuqu River, mixed with some faint yellow.The shadows that were vaguely visible in the fog before, now clearly revealed their appearance.

They were water ghosts with pale faces.

The auras of these water ghosts merged into one, turning into a cold thick fog. The boat was supported by the water ghosts and the fog, and did not really touch the dim river below.

The eyes of the water ghosts were cold and cloudy, as if they had no consciousness of their own, but also seemed to have the same consciousness.

After the white-faced evil god arrived here, the aura on his body continued to grow stronger.He seemed to have also become a part of the group of water ghosts. He manipulated and controlled them, just like the king of locusts controlled the swarm of locusts.

Li Chi looked around, the distance was deep and vast, and the only visible thing was the dim river water under his feet.

"I see," he said.

"Are you starting to regret it? But it's too late." The white-faced evil god grinned ferociously, "I don't care too much about that mortal, a mortal soul, if you give up, you will give up. You are much more useful than him Already!"

Li Chi didn't do anything, neither did the white-faced boatman.His strength is still getting stronger, and he is not in a hurry.He discovered this secret place by accident, and there were many peculiarities in it, which took him a lot of effort to figure out.

No matter how powerful a practitioner is, they will be restricted in this secret land.He used this secret place to eliminate countless enemies.Even practitioners who are far more powerful than him, if they don't understand the rules in this secret place, they can almost only be slaughtered by him here.

Except for the dim yellow river flowing quietly under their feet, there is only darkness around them.

There are no banks, no rocks, no sky... Only the dim river flows, and the river is the only thing that can be touched.

I don't know what kind of power is in the surrounding depths. The white-faced evil god has tried many times, but no object or creature can walk into that depth.He once tried to expel the water ghost into the deep place next to the river, but the water ghost couldn't leave the river no matter what. As long as he turned his head, he would find the dim river behind him.

This deep area is like a maze, but it is far more powerful than a maze.It's as if the concept of "distance" has been erased.

The sky above this dim river is the only room for movement.

But the silent river is not as calm and harmless as it looks on the surface. Anything falling into the river will not be able to splash the slightest splash, it will just sink and disappear. After touching the river water, they will be swallowed by the river water.Only souls with deep grievances can stay on the river, in other words, grieving ghosts who died in vain.

If there is not enough obsession or resentment, then these souls will also sink into the river, maybe they will be swallowed by the river, or they will be taken to nowhere by the river, who cares?

"You can't escape..." The cold and strange voice of the White Faced Evil God lingered in the mist.

He has been operating here for a long time, refining the power of the dim yellow river into the dark and cold mist. Although he can only drive the power of the river here for the time being, it is enough to give him an advantage here.

Here is his home.

But the god on the opposite side was too quiet, which made the white-faced evil god feel a little uneasy, and this uneasiness quickly turned into anger and ferocity.

With the deepening of his connection with the surroundings, the stronger his strength, the deeper the resentment accumulated in his body. His eyes are more fierce and sinister than when he was on the Jiuqu River. Although his mind is still clear, he can The cruelty in his heart became more and more manic.

The man in the bamboo hat stood quietly aside, the traces of resentment were pulled out from him and melted into the thick fog.He lowered his head, trembling slightly as if he was resisting or desperate.

Li Chi watched them quietly, every water ghost immersed in the mist was connected with the white-faced boatman by a causal line.

……

"Boater, I want to cross the river! How much is the trip?"

The ferry is bustling, with boats coming and going like weaving, and the sails are full of shadows.The shopkeeper looked enviously at the big sturdy boats, forced his eyes away, and waved to the small boats beside him.

It was a cargo ship that only a big businessman could afford to ride on. For a small businessman like him, if he brought goods, he would have to lose money on such a big ship.But if he runs through the business route between the two countries, he might be able to board such a big ship in the future!

The boat sailed like the wind, and it rowed steadily into the Daqing Mountains and to the ferry of Liang Guo. There was joy in the eyes of the shopkeeper, but the boat didn't stop.

"It's too far! Boatman? Boatman! It's too far!"

"You, are you a river pirate?! Let me go! Please let me go, I will give you everything!"

"That's a waterfall! Stop it! Are you crazy?!"

"Do not--!"

thump.

……

"Boater...can you take us to Lu Country? We only have so much, so I'll give it to you."

The ferry crossing is cold, on the empty river, only the wind is floating, blowing the withered yellow reeds that have long since died, and the whistling sound is like a howling.

A family of four in tattered clothes hid in the reeds, praying to the boatman uneasily.

The boat was traveling against the river, but not slowly.The family of four sat together, and the young child asked, "When will we arrive?"

"Hurry up, we'll be there soon, after this boat ride, we'll be in the country of Lu!"

"I heard that the gods there will protect the people."

"Then we won't die like grandma?"

"No, no, we can all survive..."

"Is that the ferry of Lu country?"

"Why so fast?"

"Great! Here we are!"

"Wait...Boatman, what are you doing? Wait! No!"

"I'll give you everything, don't..."

"Please... let... Gollum... child..."

Gudong.

……

"Boater! I want to cross the river—"...

"I see." Li Chi said, "Do you want the power in the river?"

The thick fog engulfed the figure of the white-faced evil god, and he hid in the mist and water ghosts, like a locust king hiding in a swarm of locusts.

The cold mist covered the darkness, the river water, the figures of the water ghosts, and the boats under their feet.

There is a little power of the dim river mixed in the mist, as long as this little is enough to swallow the power of most spells.Any cultivator who falls into this mist will only run out of strength and then be at his mercy.

The power of the mist surged, and the terrible Yin Sha came from all sides like a wave.

Swallow, swallow.Like the dim river water, it swallows everything that comes close.

"Quick!" A figure wearing a bamboo hat suddenly broke through the fog and approached, "The exit is at..."

"There's no need to resist," Li Chi said.

"What..." The man in the bamboo hat looked at him in astonishment, and raised his head to reveal the face that had been hiding in the shadows—the face on Chang Andu's portrait.

The deep resentment was sucked away by the cold mist, and the painful memory slipped before my eyes like a revolving lantern.

……

"Boatman! I want to cross the river—" the middle-aged man with a beard raised his voice.

The boat on the river came towards him, and the dusty middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, thank you! Please take me to Lu Country!" He boarded the boat, and couldn't help showing a smile on his tired face, "Fortunately, fortunately, I thought I couldn't go back."

"You don't seem to be fleeing." The white-faced boatman slowly supported the boat pole.

"Yes, I'm from Lu, and I came to Liang for business, but unfortunately I stayed for a long time, so I came here in a hurry, only to realize that the ferry has been closed." He smiled kindly, "It's a good thing I met you. "

"It's not easy for you, is it? Your family is in Lu Country?" The boatman chatted with him casually.

"It's all to make a living. After running back and forth like this, I won't see my family for several months. It's catching up with the current situation..." He sighed, "Liang Guo is no longer in shape, I can be safe Just go back."

"It's good to see the family." The boatman said, "You went to Liang Guo by yourself?"

"Occasionally, I take my son with me. I didn't take him with me because there was something wrong at home before we set off this time. It's a good thing. Otherwise, he would have suffered a lot if he ran with me this time. It's good to stay at home." He laughed and said slowly. Slowly opened the conversation, "In the future... I won't run back and forth. This trip is not coincidental. First, it rained, and then it started to dry again... All the monsters and ghosts have come out. It's not easy to come back."

The boat sailed against the current on the river, and slowly sailed out of the range of Liang State, entered the Daqing Mountains, and entered the border of Lu State.

He saw Lu Guo's ferry from afar, although the shore was full of weeds and the ferry was deserted, he couldn't help but feel joy in his heart, and the fatigue of days almost disappeared.

"It's almost there!" He looked at the ferry with his luggage on his back, his eyes shining with joy.

That's great, I'm going home soon!

……

Fear, despair, the coldness and pain poured into the lungs with the last mouthful before dying... The power of the evil god comes from this.There is no need for incense or praying. Fear and despair are also a kind of mind.

Therefore, this kind of divine power has another characteristic - it feeds on resentment and grows its own body. The more resentment the ghosts who died unjustly, the more power it will provide for him.They died because of him, they were controlled by him, they were his servants, his wealth.

Those with strong grievances will accompany him; those with weak grievances will carry the boat for him. When their grievances are completely dispelled, they will submerge into the dim river.

……

A middle-aged man with a beard is submerged in the river.

Despair is the deepest when hope is about to be seen, and resentment is the greatest when struggling and sinking in the cold.

One hand roughly lifted him out of the river, he coughed and panted in horror, and looked at the boatman with fear and suspicion in his eyes.

You pushed him into the water just now, why are you pulling him up now?

"You will be my servant from now on," said the boatman.

"What... what did you say?" he asked in horror.

The boatman sneered, and a boat rode over.He instinctively dodged back, but the speed of the boat pole was too fast!Is he about to be kicked into the water again? !

The boat pole passed through his body easily.

No pain, no bleeding.

He looked down at his body, and the remaining fear in his eyes gradually turned into resentment.

He is... dead!

……

Resentment is the original power of ghosts. This power is so powerful that it can make a soul that has never practiced have the power to scare even gods and demons.Although it will affect the sanity, pain, hatred, despair... which one does not affect the sanity?

And resentment can help them take revenge...at least it used to be.

"Resent, suffer, and be unwilling, while you are still sane." The evil god disguised as a boatman said, "The deeper your resentment, the longer you can stay by my side. Waiting for your resentment When you are almost devoured by me, I will refine you into a water ghost in the cold fog. If you don’t want to lose your sanity like them, just resent you.”

"Why..." he asked.

"When you kill a pig for meat, do you explain to it why?"

……

"Boater, I want to go to Liang Country, please make a price."

Chang Andu, Chang Andu...

"I'm really in a hurry. I'm not here to investigate illegal immigrants. Please help me! I will report later!"

You cannot board this boat!Why do you want to come?Why are you looking for him...

"Boater, did you see this man when you were on the ferry in Liang Guo?"

His... son!

The middle-aged man who had turned into a water ghost trembled, begging in a voice that no one could hear.

God... please save him!I'm dead, but he's alive...

……

The fingertips of the gods are wrapped with two strands of prayer, one from the father and the other from the son.A resentment entwined with despair, and a hope embracing exhaustion.

"Let those grievances be attributed to the reason for their birth." Said the god in white.

Those cold eyes seemed to be colder than the surrounding mist.

wow.

What is this sound?The innocent soul wearing a bamboo hat was confused for a moment.

Is this... the sound of the river?

But why is there the sound of water here?

Suddenly, the dim river was no longer silent. It set off waves, showing its profound power, and engulfed the mist floating on the river surface. Soon, the river surface, the boats, and the water ghosts appeared. The white-faced evil spirit of the boatman was also revealed.

The power of the river was pressing on them, and the white-faced evil god could no longer move. Even the grievances he absorbed and manipulated were frozen in the air, like bubbles and worms frozen in amber, and that face was fixed in a ferocious and ferocious on, but his eyes have turned into fear.

The boat that was pressing on the countless innocent souls suddenly broke, and the pieces were silently swallowed by the river.

The god's feet fell on the river water, and his robe was reflected on the dim river surface, and it was hard to tell whether it was black or white.

"Do you want the power of this river?" The god walked on the river, under the influence of a majestic and vast momentum, all the evil spirits avoided.

That is the power of the gods, and that is also the power of the dim river water. The dead souls must bow their heads for this, because this power will bring them back into the cycle of reincarnation.

"The power of the underworld only exists in the underworld, and only when the dead souls are led into reincarnation will the power fluctuate." The gods walked step by step towards the white-faced evil god hidden behind, "Creating resentful ghosts, absorbing their resentment, When the resentment is exhausted, throw them into the Yellow Spring, so as to cause the river to fluctuate and absorb the power of the Yellow Spring."

"But not everyone can absorb the power of the underworld. I'm curious, where did your practice of manipulating and devouring come from?"

There are many causes and effects entangled in the white-faced evil god, but none of them are the root that the god wants to find.Someone "made" him and covered up the cause and effect on him, just like making the locust king.

"Impossible... Impossible!" The white-faced evil god said in horror, "How could you, how could you! How could you control the power of this river!"

The power of this dim spring water is so strange and terrifying.Nothing can contain it, no living being can touch it.That power was silent in the river like the silence of the river, like gold falling into the fire, making him want to take it, but he didn't dare to take it.

He didn't know how much effort and time he spent before he finally found a way to make the power of the river fluctuate.Only when the soul with no deep grievances is swallowed by the river, the strange power will fluctuate a little.

He didn't know how many souls he had sacrificed to this river before he was finally able to absorb some of the river's power in the dark and cold mist.He thought it was a sacrifice, but was it just introducing reincarnation?

How did this god know?Why can he control the power of this river?How can he do this!

Impossible...impossible!Except for him, no one has ever been able to control this dim river, no one!

"A long time ago, I have traveled all over the netherworld's nine realms of the underworld." The underworld reflects the sleeves of the gods, and the color is black and white, "Your power makes me feel familiar. Who guided you into this place? Who told you to draw from the underworld?"

"Let me go, let me go and I'll tell you!" The White Faced Evil God shouted, "I can also..."

"No need." The god's eyes were deep and cold, he had already found the causal line, "I have already seen it."

Huang Quan's power suddenly faded, and the aura that suppressed the evil gods and water ghosts disappeared.

The white-faced evil god showed a look of joy, and the resentment that was also shocked by the power of Huang Quan gathered towards him.He mobilized his divine power, ready to devour them, manipulate them, and turn them into his own power, just like in the past.

But those grievances seemed to have turned into hard stones. He could no longer swallow them with divine power, and could only let those grievances wrap around him layer by layer, forming a thick shell.

"No! No! What's going on?! Help me, save—" He begged like everyone he had sunk in the river, and he was as desperate as everyone he had sunk in the river.

The resentment and power he longed for turned into a hard and heavy cage, solidified him, and led him to sink to the bottom of the underworld.

After thousands of years, these grievances have been exhausted and repaid, and he can escape from it, and like every dead soul, he is brought back into reincarnation by Huang Quan.

The resentment left the body, the turbidity in the eyes of the water ghosts faded, and the pale faces gradually became peaceful. After all the painful obsessions were attributed to the objects they should pay for, they could no longer float on the underworld.

They bowed to the gods for the last time and disappeared into the river.Huang Quan took them in, and under the guidance of cause and effect, they will re-enter reincarnation.

One after another, the water ghosts with no resentment submerged into the Yellow Spring, and the soul wearing a bamboo hat floated on the surface of the river, and the resentment from his body was also floating, throwing themselves at the evil god who was sinking to the bottom of the Yellow Spring.

"You...you..." He looked at the gods, and suddenly bowed, "I am grateful for the kindness of the gods, and I am willing to do everything in my humble and humble body. I pray that the gods will bless my son and let him return home safely."

"I accept your prayers," the god twirled the two strands of mind on his fingertips, "he prayed to find his father, he has already seen it. He prayed for his father's safety, you have been liberated. You If you want him to disembark safely, he is already safe, but if you want to avenge the evil god, the evil god has already been punished."

"Now, you still want your son to return safely from Liang to Lu. Is there anything else you can do to impress me?"

The soul wearing the bamboo hat was silent for a long time.

The people of the Lu Kingdom are used to praying to the gods when they want something, and they only think that the relationship between mortals and gods should be like this.But he traveled between Lu and Liang, and he was used to seeing the gods of Liang, so he understood how hard-won the situation of Lu was.

Most of the gods in the Lu Kingdom come from the courts of gods, accepting incense and offerings from mortals, and also protecting mortals from disasters.And most of the gods in the Liang Kingdom... what they wanted from mortals, they just took it away.Just like people treat their own domestic animals, when they want to eat meat, they kill and cook.

If the inertia of thinking caused by the customary worship rituals is removed, the gods are far more powerful than ordinary people, they are practitioners with their own needs, and they are creatures with different personalities that can distinguish good from evil...

He already had nothing, and now no matter how earnestly he begged, it was just a kind of request.

But how could he watch his son living in Liang Guo?

"If he has the kindness to save me from the boat, he will be safe. If you have the kindness to save me from suffering, you will be free from suffering." The god's eyes were calm and deep, "Reincarnation."

Safe... Even if you can't return to Lu country for a while, it's enough to be safe.

The soul wearing the bamboo hat bowed deeply, the resentment on his body was completely dissipated, and disappeared into the underworld.

……

Zhoujia Village.

It took Chang Andu a lot of effort to finally convince Da Zhou and the villagers that he was a real person, the Chang Andu they knew.

He went from house to house in the village, asking if anyone knew what boat his father was on.Does anyone know the boatman who took the ferry?

Zhou Family Village was already half empty. After walking for a long time, he was exhausted. He sat down beside a big rock and prepared to rest for a while before continuing.

……

"...Wake up! Wake up!"

Chang Andu opened his eyes in confusion, the sky was already getting dark.

Da Zhou was pushing him: "Don't sleep here, why are you crying?"

Chang Andu wiped his face: "...I dreamed about my father, he said...he died."