Chapter 161 Underwater Illusion
Huang Feng used the "Flying Dragon Technique" again. This time, his divine consciousness was more concealed than before, and he disappeared silently in the sky. The female ghost who was entangled with Gao Ying did not notice it at all.
The Xihe River is a big river. At its widest point, it is one mile wide and a hundred feet deep. It would take a lot of effort to search the corpses and dowries that have been buried in the water for who knows how long.
"Senior sister, can you do it?" Huang Feng was a little worried. Although the female ghost's strength was similar to that of an ordinary cultivator in the Return to Void Realm, it was not difficult to deal with her. But relying on the Xihe River, she went crazy and seemed to have endless power, while Gao Ying was constantly consuming spiritual energy.
At this moment, a figure flew over.
Huang Feng looked at it vigilantly and found that it looked familiar. After a little recollection, he remembered that the person who came was He Di, the pacifier of the Shulu Collection of Demons. He was probably alarmed by the sudden outbreak of demonic energy and fighting in the Xihe River.
"Is it you?" He Di recognized Huang Feng, and he had a deep impression of him. He and Li Zhong were trapped at the beginning. If it weren't for the man in front of him and Li Motang who stopped the remnant soul of the dragon blood monster, the people of Shulu would have suffered. He and Li Zhong were to blame.
"Master He, you came at the right time. The female ghost has been entangled with me. Because it is integrated with the water of the river, it is difficult to kill. I am just about to search for her vital point hiding in the river. Master He, please help to stop it."
Huang Feng said, and shouted to Gao Ying: "Senior sister, the Zhenfu Lord of the Ji Yao Division has arrived. He will help delay. Let's go quickly."
Gao Ying naturally knew his calculations. If there was a way, she would like to kill the female ghost with her own hands, but the current battle was destined to be endless. She had no desire to fight and left.
"Master He, leave it to you." After Huang Feng finished speaking, he and Gao Ying left quickly without looking back.
As the head of the Demon Collection Division, it was his duty to protect the peace around Shulu. However, looking at Huang Feng who was running away quickly, He Di still felt depressed that he was left behind to block the knife.
He vented this depression directly on the female ghost.
He Di was a genuine Hedao Realm expert, and he had broken through the realm for many years. With a casual knife, he suppressed the female ghost and cut it into two pieces.
Unfortunately, he soon understood what Huang Feng said. The female ghost who was cut in half merged into one again in a blink of an eye. It was annoying that she could not be killed.
After trying a few times, the female ghost knew that there was a huge gap in strength. She didn't want to entangle with him, so she hid in the water and wanted to chase Huang Feng.
He Di remembered that Huang Feng said he wanted to find the female ghost's vital point to let him delay.
After the battle of Shulu, he still believed in Huang Feng's words. How could he let the female ghost chase him? He swung his knife and cut the lower reaches of the Xihe River in half. The knife energy was like a barrier, blocking in the middle.
Before the female ghost could get close, she was crushed to pieces. After she recovered, she tried to break through again, but was crushed again. This cycle repeated. Although she could not die, she could not break through either.
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Huang Feng and Gao Ying went up from the downstream, searching as they went. Without the female ghost to bother him, he could concentrate more.
Gao Ying said on the side: "It is normal for the bones and dowry to be washed downstream after so many years, but it is easier to be discovered if they are washed downstream. If the female ghost is interested, she will not leave her bones downstream."
Huang Feng nodded: "There must be many things to pay attention to when sending a bride to the river god. Most of the time, there are monks who practice ghost spells and witchcraft involved to ensure that the body will not float to the surface or be washed downstream.
If the body of the bride who was just offered is found downstream the next day, what will the people who participated in the sacrifice think? They will definitely feel that the river god is dissatisfied and panic."
Speaking of this, Huang Feng suddenly thought: "Isn't there a small Yin vein in the Xihe River? Senior sister, do you know where it is? River basin?"
Gao Ying recalled for a moment and nodded: "Not far away. It is said that someone wanted to build a bridge in the narrow part of the Xihe River, but was stopped by a fortune teller, who said that if the bridge was built on the Xiaoyin vein, it would be a bridge of death, and people would die if they walked too much.
No one believed it at that time, and drove the fortune teller away. After the bridge was built, people from the surrounding area crossed the bridge to cross the river. Unexpectedly, people died every month, and they all fell off the bridge and drowned for unknown reasons. Then someone believed the fortune teller and demolished the bridge.
I heard this story from the elders in the village before. I liked to pester the elders to tell these strange stories the most. I..."
Speaking of the village and childhood memories, Gao Ying paused, thinking of the current situation in the village, he stopped talking and flew faster.
Huang Feng didn't know how to comfort her, so he followed closely behind.
Sure enough, not long after, the river section of the Xihe River became winding and entered a narrow section. Gao Ying pointed to the bridge piers on both sides of the river bank that were so rotten that only the outlines remained, and said: "It should be here. From here, it is the Xiaoyin Vein. There is also a legend that when people die near the tree house, their souls will cross to the Styx along this route at night."
Walking upstream along the river, the water became faster and deeper.
"It seems to be here?" Huang Feng suddenly noticed something, but because of the depth of the water, it was difficult to make a decision for a while.
"This is it!" The clever ghost popped up and said.
"Go down and take a look." Huang Feng and Gao Ying looked at each other and dived into the river.
The water here is much deeper than downstream. Not long after diving, the surroundings became pitch black.
"At this depth, there should be light." Huang Feng muttered, and when he looked up and found it was pitch black, he knew he had found the right place.
A little further down, I heard bursts of singing, the same as the ghost girl's singing before, but this time, there was no joy at all, only endless sorrow. The sound penetrated my ears, like a thorn in my flesh, making it unbearable and difficult to dispel.
In the darkness around, a scene gradually appeared, with countless people beating gongs and drums, holding torches, carrying tributes, dowries and sedan chairs.
In the sedan chair, the bride's mother was telling her what to do after marrying the River God: "Ping'er, when you get to the Water Palace, you must serve the River God well."
"Mom, is there really a River God?"
"Of course, the River God has been protecting us for so many years. When you see the River God, you must serve him well."
"I... I know, but mother, I'm scared."
"Don't be afraid, if you become the bride of the River God, you will no longer suffer from disasters and diseases, and you can live a long life, longer than your father and mother."
"Can I see you again?"
"Of course, you can send a dream to your mother."
The sedan chair arrived at the riverside, and the bride got off the sedan chair, looking at the rushing river at night, and couldn't help trembling.
She wanted to run: "I, I won't get married, mother, I won't get married."
At this time, a man in a robe who looked like a wizard came to her, smiling kindly and humming a ballad: "Don't be afraid."
The man put his hand on her forehead and drove a thin nail into her while she was not paying attention. She didn't even have time to scream in pain before her body was out of control.
Then the people carried her and her dowry and threw them into the river together, kneeling on the ground and praying for the river god's blessing.
However, there was no water palace at the bottom of the river, no river god waiting for her to serve, only endless coldness and darkness, and resentment gradually grew.
Sweeping away the illusion, Huang Feng looked at the palm-sized water palace under his feet and was silent for a while.