Chapter 1128 The Village Chief's Helplessness

After escaping from the turbulence, Du Xingyu used the wind in the vortex to push the bubble.

The speed of ascent was quite fast. When they reached the surface of the water, they found that they were on an unfamiliar river surface, far away from where they came down.

Fortunately, the wind in the air was easier to come down than the water. After identifying the direction, Du Xingyu controlled the wind to push the bubble to glide on the water, fast and steady, like a water ski, and soon saw the shadowy people on the shore.

"They are there!" Mu Jingjing waved her hands in surprise.

Even though she knew that with the ability of her senior brothers and sisters, she would not easily get into trouble underwater, but she could not avoid anxiety when she did not see anyone. Now it's all right.

Yu Sinian finally closed his folding fan with a "snap", and said to Jin Tong, who was sitting at his feet and crying with his face covered, with a smile on his face: "Don't cry, aren't you back?"

Jin Tong finally caught up with them, and before he could even breathe, he heard that Lin Fan jumped down.

She was not a very knowledgeable person. Even though she had stayed in Changtianmen for such a long time, she was still a servant responsible for life. In addition, she was not so dedicated in cultivation, so she had no chance to see the true mysteries of magic. So she collapsed on the ground after watching the river surface for a long time without any movement.

Now that she knew that Lin Fan was safe and sound, Jin Tong just wiped his face with his sleeves and stood up, but when he saw a familiar figure in the distance, his nose was sore and tears fell again.

Shen Xiuyuan, who was comforting the villagers behind, stepped forward and said with a smile: "I knew they must be fine, but that Erya... was she not saved?"

Mu Jingjing looked at the red figure lying between the two of them, and her smile faded. "The situation underwater is complicated. If we really can't save her, we are helpless."

The village chief behind him trembled and said, "Fairy! This, this, it's not our fault, right?"

"Why not you?!" Before the others could speak, Jin Tong put his hands on his waist and retorted, "Who put Erya in the river? Who disregarded human life in the name of the river god's wedding? It wasn't you? Could it be us?!"

"This, this..."

The village chief is also a powerful person in the village who has the final say, but facing these fairies, he has been trembling for a long time and just wants to bow down to the ground. How can he say anything to refute. Although it was originally their responsibility, it is irrefutable.

"What is this?!" After Jin Tong came out, he felt that the sky was high and the earth was vast, and the future was promising. Suddenly, Lin Fan jumped into the river because of these fools and took risks. If one person died, then she...

Of course, someone should bear her fear. Jin Tong will not be polite to these ignorant farmers.

"You have clearly reported to the Immortal Sect, and you are here to arrange for the River God to marry. If you don't trust us, why do you want us to make this trip? Or do you trust the River God more than us?" Jin Tong pointed angrily at the river.

The village chief knelt down, and the villagers behind him knelt down one by one.

"Forgive me, Immortal!" The village chief nodded his head, "We have been waiting for too long. We are afraid that we won't be able to wait for the Immortal, so we resorted to this desperate measure!"

The village chief kowtowed three times and explained in a crying voice. "There is no rain due to the drought, and the crops have no harvest. People and livestock have no food to eat, and now it is difficult to even drink water..."

Jin Tong saw a child behind him curiously looking up, his face was black, and his mouth was cracked and bloody. Children are like this, let alone adults.

The anger in her heart was inexplicably extinguished, but she still shouted in dissatisfaction: "Then won't you come here to fetch water for irrigation?"

"Immortal!" The village chief fell to the ground and cried out in injustice, "Our village originally relied on the creek branching off this river for irrigation, but the branch dried up, and it was too far to come here to fetch water, and it took a long time to go back and forth. Moreover, the water was mixed with mud and sand, which was not suitable for irrigation. Moreover, after the drought, the river water level dropped, and it was very difficult to fetch water standing on the shore. It took a lot of effort to fetch water, and then pulled it back with a bullock cart to water the fields. The soil was the same as if it had swallowed water, except that the surface color was a little darker, and nothing changed. Soon, even the color of the water could not be seen, and half a day's effort was in vain in the end."

The villagers had thought of a solution. The creek behind the village dried up, and they spent a lot of money to find someone to dig a well in the village. The well was dug, but when the bucket was thrown in, no water was heard. I heard that it was due to a drought...

"The surrounding villages were all without water like us. The water truck in the town would deliver water at first, but later it stopped, saying that it was too far away." The old village chief thought about it and felt wronged, and wiped his face.

"We are a poor family and don't have much money, but at that time we couldn't care less. I discussed with the villagers and asked everyone to contribute some money to give the water deliveryman a little benefit, so that he could come to the village to deliver water more often every day, at least to make a living."

"As a result, I knocked on the door with the money in my hand, but was still pushed out. It was said that someone said that our area had offended the river god and made him unhappy. It was a punishment from heaven and a curse that came to us. It would bring bad luck to us."

The village chief had no choice but to ask the town and the county for help.

The money was paid, but the problem was still not solved. For the sake of silver, the county chief said to report to the immortal gate and let them go back and wait for news, but don't hold out too much hope. After all, if they are lucky, they won't have to deal with this trouble. If they really can't wait for people, they can solve it themselves.

"After I came back, everyone waited for the immortals to come every day, but they didn't come. We really couldn't stand it anymore!" The village chief burst into tears, "We didn't know if you would come, and we didn't know how long we had to wait, so we listened to the chief's method."

The chief said that the river god was angry because they never worshiped him, and that maybe it would be better if they worshipped him.

How could the village chief not know that this was a human sacrifice? But if one person's life could really save the whole village, then it would be a good deal no matter how you look at it!

If it doesn't work... If it doesn't work, they will die sooner or later anyway, and Erya just left a step earlier.

Does the village chief regret it? Actually, he didn't. He still doesn't think it's wrong, and even thinks that he worked hard for the villagers to find such a solution that might really solve the problem.

They may not believe that the immortals can definitely solve the problem. After all, compared with these young immortals, the river god is more powerful, right?

People who can be village chiefs are not stupid. Even if they think that the river god is more trustworthy, they can't say it in front of the immortals.

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He was just afraid that if the ritual was not completed, it would cause bad consequences, or that the originally good results would be destroyed by these immortals. He was also afraid that these immortals would hold this matter to convict him...

The village chief had never seen a monk before, and he had only heard that they were powerful, but no matter how powerful they were, they could not be more powerful than gods. But no matter how powerful they were, it would not be much harder to crush people like them than to step on ants.

He didn't know what the end would be for him, and he was afraid that the interrupted ritual would make the river god more angry and bring greater disasters to their village.

But no matter what he thought in his heart, when these immortals appeared, he had no right to speak. He could only try his best to get himself out of the matter and not anger them.

The wind suddenly rose, and when the villagers blocked it, they subconsciously looked up to see where the wind came from, but they happened to see a column of water rising from the river, holding a transparent bubble high up to the height of the river bank, and gently sent the bubble to the shore like a human hand, and then retreated quietly.

The bubbles dissipated, and the two people standing inside were the immortals who jumped into the river before, weren't they? They were all wet and still dripping. The one in red clothes on the ground between the two people... They really brought Erya back!

As soon as Lin Fan came back, Jin Tong didn't care about arguing with others. She took a few steps forward, but she was not as fast as Mu Jingjing who had been standing on the shore. She had already taken out a cloak and wrapped it around Lin Fan.

Du Xingyu was also wet and uncomfortable, but he was a man after all, and there was no need to cover himself.

Seeing the air flow in Lin Fan's cloak, in a moment, a shallow white mist rose from the cloak. Du Xingyu also stood over and said to Mu Jingjing with a smile: "Junior Sister Mu, lend me some fire."

Mu Jingjing threw a ball of fire casually, and Du Xingyu moved his fingers slightly, and the wind wrapped the fireball and stretched it, circling around his body a few times, and soon the clothes were half dry.

"Thank you." Du Xingyu clasped his fists and smiled, turning around to check on Erya, but was blocked by the fan.

"Let Jintong come." Yu Sinian said.

Jintong looked at Lin Fan with some fear. "Senior sister..."

Lin Fan had a lot of clothes, which were not dry yet, and nodded to Jintong: "She is not dead."