Chapter 711: Fighting poison with poison

Sinking into the river, Wen Yan once again felt the water around him that seemed like a barrier between him and the world. When it touched him again, he knew that he was no longer in this world.

The river water here is obviously more turbid, the mud and sand it carries is heavier, and the violent aura contained in it is also more obvious.

He could even smell a distinct smell of blood, which had a hint of rust and a somewhat fishy and salty feeling that was disgusting. He didn’t need to smell it specifically; it would automatically go into his mouth and nose.

The restlessness in the water is palpable.

Wen Yan could feel it very clearly that this was the Yellow River of the past.

Instead, it was the Yellow River whose water had turned clear when he went to Hukou.

The next moment, he fell to the bottom of the river. At this moment, where there should have been a small water palace at the bottom of the river, there was no water palace.

This is just the point where the aura of water swirls and converges. Maybe in the future it can be used to develop a water palace.

Wen Yan glanced at Luo Shen standing beside him, and the next moment, other voices began to ring in his ears.

The low wail of the horn, accompanied by the bang-bang-bang sound of a drum, like a dull heartbeat, continued to come down from above.

All the creatures in the river became restless, and the bloody smell in the river became heavier.

Wen Yan glanced at Luo Shen and quietly floated up. He controlled a stream of water to cover his head. He only revealed a little bit of his eyes and looked towards the shore.

There were many people standing on the shore, all looking a little dusty. Further away, on an overhanging embankment, a woman in a red robe was tied to a wooden frame, with her back to the river.

On the river bank, some people had set up wooden tables and yellow cloths, erected incense tables, and lit fires.

A guy dressed in gaudy clothes, covered in what looked like rags, was standing in front of what looked like an altar, chanting something loudly.

Wen Yan took a rough look and judging from their attire, he thought they should be from the Dharma Ending Period, which he estimated was around a hundred years ago.

He sank back into the water and told Luo Shen, who nodded.

“Go up and have a look.”

They came ashore from a farther place, and the moment they stepped onto the shore, Luo Shen’s footsteps paused slightly.

“This is not a small old dream, but a very big old dream. We may have to stay here for a longer time, and our ways of leaving will also be limited.”

“It’s okay. If you can’t get out by the normal way, I know a small path. Sister, if you want to find something, come and see. But, aren’t you afraid of being noticed if you go out like this?”

“As long as you don’t do anything, no one will notice.”

Luo Shen’s tone was calm and determined.

Luo Shen took out the talisman, and some red threads came out of her clothes. The red threads intersected with each other and woven into a red rope, which passed through the jade talisman and was hung around her neck.

She held the jade talisman in her hand and waved it gently, and her entire temperament was completely concealed.

She obviously looks the same, but the feeling she gives people is that there is no difference. She is very ordinary, so ordinary that she will not attract anyone’s attention.

Whenever I turned my head away and didn’t look at her, my mind would subconsciously completely ignore her, as if I had never seen her at all.

“Sister, can I learn this?”

“Yes, I’ll teach you later.”

Wen Yan grinned, followed Luo Shen onto the shore, and walked towards the place where the ceremony was being performed.

Before I even got close, I could hear the powerful and penetrating voice of the person presiding over the ceremony.

“If the river god doesn’t rain anymore, we will not be able to survive.

More than ten years ago, a virgin girl appeared in Shangcun and married Hebo, who brought us good weather and good harvests for more than ten years.

Now it’s Xiahe Village’s turn.

My girl, you should marry He Bo with peace of mind and serve him well.

You don’t have to worry about the family. From now on, the whole village will take care of your parents in their old age and see them to the end of their lives.

The survival of our villages depends on you.”

The girl tied to the wooden frame had a pale face, her face was covered with scars from crying, her whole body was twitching, and her voice seemed to have become hoarse. Now she opened her mouth, but no one could hear what she said.

Wen Yan recognized it.

This girl and the future wife of the River God, apart from their looks, had basically no similarities.

Now she still looks weak and pitiful, as if she is about to be thrown into the river and drowned.

“There are so many foolish people. If it doesn’t rain, what’s the point of praying to the River God?

Even though it is not the Dharma-Ending Age, rain has nothing to do with He Bo.

Can you tell which way that person is walking?”

Luo Shen pointed at the guy who was performing the ritual.

Wen Yan looked at it carefully and shook his head.

“No need to look any further, this guy is a liar, a liar many times more half-baked than a half-baked person like me.

He didn’t understand anything magical, he just pretended and then threw the girl into the river.”

Having said this, Wen Yan paused slightly, glanced at Luo Shen, and added two fair words.

“As for Habaek marrying a wife, I don’t know when it started, but it has become a pronoun.

Idioms representing similar things actually have nothing to do with He Bo.

I have checked it before, whether in the Northeast or in the South.

There are similar things, and many of them also ask He Bo to get married.

If He Bo was really that powerful, he could marry a wife by crossing several water systems.

Then there would be no need to use such a low-level method to marry a wife.”

Wen Yan had keenly discovered this when he was looking through various materials before.

Even Black Box has been polluted by information in this matter. When Black Box talked about these things, he directly referred to them as “the river god getting married.”

But there is no fixed time when it started.

At least the earliest possible information that can be found is from the Han Dynasty.

But after a detailed study, it is easy to conclude that this is not the earliest period.

According to the professor, similar behavior may have existed as early as when human sacrifice was still popular.

But at that time, this behavior was not called the river god marrying a wife, it was just a sacrificial act.

Considering that water systems were more mysterious and intimidating in earlier times, the highest level of sacrifice to aquatic creatures at that time, in the form of human sacrifice, was more credible.

However, I don’t know when it started, but after human sacrifice was abolished, this kind of behavior gradually began to be called the river god marrying a wife.

Those who know may understand that this is just a general term for a certain type of behavior.

But what is even more unknown is that many movies and TV shows nowadays take the river god marrying a wife as a literal meaning.

Wen Yan has a good idea of ​​what the situation will eventually become as the generations pass by.

That is, the blame for this kind of thing is all put on He Bo. After years of settling down, the dust has settled, and the public opinion is like gold, it has to be you.

“Sister, has anything similar happened before the end of the Dharma?”

“Yes, river spirits and rural water gods can easily take young boys and girls if they cause a little trouble, as long as they are not pushed too hard. Few of them want to marry. Water ghosts are not taken too seriously in the water system, and their status is not high.”

Wen Yan nodded. That made sense. From ancient texts to the present, those who had names and surnames were normally the Dragon King, Prime Minister Turtle, and the like. At worst, they were just small fry.

It is true that I have never heard of water ghosts being so popular. The very few who have become popular are no longer water ghosts by profession.

The two chatted as they approached the overhanging embankment by the river.

After approaching, Luo Shen and Wen Yan stood at the edge of the crowd. Luo Shen carefully looked at everything around him until the guy with a bunch of cloth strips on his body finished his fancy dance and was about to have someone push the girl into the river.

“Let’s go to the next place. There’s nothing to see here.”

As soon as Luo Shen finished speaking, he saw that Wen Yan beside him had disappeared.

The gray cloth on Wen Yan’s arm flew out and instantly wrapped around the wooden shelf that was about to fall.

The gray cloth shuttled across the wooden frame and then suddenly tightened. The ropes that bound the girl and the ropes that tied the big stone to her legs suddenly collapsed.

Wen Yan pulled the girl back and looked at her carefully.

After the girl became the river god’s wife, she didn’t feel very much resentment. Her biggest wish was to go back to her hometown to see if her name was on her parents’ tombstone.

At that time, Wen Yan felt that the wife of the river god had too little resentment.

This time he personally visited the scene and saw a middle-aged man who was pinned to the ground with a broken head not far away. He then understood why the river god’s wife had less resentment.

Her father was unwilling and was nearly beaten to death in the distance.

Wen Yan rescued the girl and looked at Luo Shen’s slightly surprised eyes in the distance, and Wen Yan grinned.

“I’m here in person, so naturally I can do whatever I want.

If it’s fake, then I can do whatever I want.

Young people are full of energy and are arrogant. “

When he entered the old dream, did he live an honest life?

The time when I accidentally entered the high-end game of Thirteenth Ancestor’s Dream does not count.

Oh, aunt, that doesn’t count.

Wen Yan rescued the girl, and the gray cloth flew back by itself. It seemed as if a thin layer of flame was burning on it, flickering with golden light.

The grey cloth looked like the fairy cape worn by the gods in the portraits, with one end wrapped around Wen Yan’s arm and most of it floating in the air.

Fire and water light swirled, blooming from Wen Yan’s body and spreading around in waves.

Wen Yan looked at the frightened girl and pointed at the crowd in front.

“Habaek is my brother, how come I didn’t know that Habaek was going to get married?

Come, tell me, who wants to throw you into the river to frame my brother?

As soon as Wen Yan appeared, the special effects were turned on to the maximum, which immediately shocked those people.

The girl who was rescued by Wen Yan looked confused, but her body instinctively stretched out her hand and pointed at the guy who was performing the shaman dance.

Wen Yan walked forward and took a look at the tablet on the altar. He took out his cell phone and took a picture.

The built-in translation system automatically recognizes that those vague words are actually dedicated to Yinglong.

Wen Yan kicked over the altar and his body swayed. He saw that the guy in the cloth had one leg bent to 90 degrees and fell to the ground, wailing.

“You want to marry He Bo, but the tablet you put up is Ying Long? Is that how you do things?

Tell me who asked you to do it. Tell me and I will spare your life.

If you don’t tell me, I’ll let you feed the turtles, and after you die, you’ll be a water ghost in the river for the rest of your lives.

Every day I have to relive how I drowned.”

Just then, Luo Shen came up and looked at the table that was kicked over by Wen Yan with some doubt.

Under the old wooden table, on the back of the table top, there were a bunch of words and symbols densely engraved.

If Wen Yan hadn’t overturned the table directly, she wouldn’t have noticed that there was anything wrong with the table.

Wen Yan took a look, didn’t recognize him, and took a photo to save it.

Looking at the shaman lying on the ground, he gritted his teeth, unwilling to give in or say anything.

Wen Yan was too lazy to waste time talking to such a person.

He looked around and saw those foolish people, frightened and terrified, and did not dare to come forward.

He pointed to the sky and saw the nearby water vapor gathering here.

Soon, a cloud appeared overhead. The color of the cloud became darker and darker. There was a loud bang, and raindrops began to fall continuously.

The rain seemed to be heavy, but it only covered an area of ​​several hundred meters nearby. There was not a drop of rain on the hilltops several hundred meters away.

Wen Yan sneered and looked around.

“I’ll give you half an hour. I want to see all the people who participated in framing my brother.

Otherwise, I guarantee that you won’t see a drop of rain in the next three years.

Don’t even think about getting water from the river by human power. Anyone who dares to get close to the river will die.”

When dealing with these people, nice words are useless. Just use what they believe in. Fighting poison with poison is the most effective way.

Sure enough, when Wen Yan pointed to the sky, it started to rain heavily, and it could be precisely controlled to cover only a small area here. The villagers and the gentry who seemed to have a slightly higher status were all panicked.

In order to pray for rain, people were willing to die. Now that there is a true God here, is it difficult to continue to let others die?

As long as it’s not you who dies, it’s not difficult at all.

The scene was in chaos. Some people were panicking and kept begging for mercy and disassociating themselves from the incident.

Wen Yan didn’t listen either, just said.

“Crying also counts as time, it’s only half an hour.”

At this moment, someone immediately stepped forward to organize people. Two people on the spot were ambushed by others, hit with clubs, tied up, and thrown in front of Wen Yan.

There were also some people who left in a hurry with knives, guns, sticks and clubs, probably to capture other people.

Wen Yan was waiting there. The guy covered in cloth he saw just now was even more half-baked than him. His business level was even worse than some scammers. He knew that this guy was just out to work.

But he also felt that the matter of the River God’s Wife was quite important to the people behind the scenes, and it was impossible to completely let it go.

The other party will definitely have someone who knows the situation and is watching on the scene to prevent unexpected situations or situations where the ritual is not performed correctly.

Luo Shen walked over and took a look. The guy who was performing the shaman dance had been tied up. He was sobbing and wanted to say something but couldn’t. Wen Yan didn’t ask.

“Sister, you just watch from the side. How can there be no gain? I don’t believe it. Let’s just wait.”

(End of this chapter)