Almost at the same time, Xiahe Village, Fushui County, Shuofang City.

The waves of Canglan River surging, crushing the pale moonlight into a pool of foam.

Faced with the chilly spring evening breeze, several strong Zhuang Dings stood by the river, guarding a wealthy old man in the middle.

Several pairs of eyes stared at the undulating river surface, as if they were looking forward to something.

There was a tenant lying at Zhuang Ding's feet, whose nose was beaten to the point of being swollen, and his mouth was blocked with rags, and he could only make vague sobs.

Suddenly, as a bright moon rose to the middle.

Suddenly, foam continued to surge on the surface of the river, and large black shadows emerged from the river water, while a fishy smell gradually spread.

"Hey, old master, that Jiang Chongba said nothing, that's right, this Lan, there are really monsters and monsters in Lancang River..."

Before Zhuang Ding could finish his words, the master slapped him on the back of the head.

"If you can't speak, just say less. What a mess, I will remember it for the master. There is only Master He Bo in the Lancang River!"

"Everyone is quiet, don't disturb the River God!"

Before he finished speaking, the rich old man had already shut his mouth shut.

Nothing else, the mysterious creature at the bottom of the river finally surfaced.

The dorsal fins are wide, the bloated fish body is covered with fine mesh snake scales, and six suction cup-covered tentacles are wrapped around the big mouth with sharp teeth.

No matter how you look at it, the monster in front of you seems to be unable to get any relationship with He Bo.

However, seeing the strange fish appear, the nearly desperate tenants on the ground suddenly became excited.

He struggled to get up, and his mouth kept making whispers, as if he was worshiping, worshiping the strange fish in front of him.

"Is this what you mean by Hebo?"

The rich old man took a breath of cool breeze, subconsciously took three steps back, looking at Jiang Chongba who was struggling at his feet with a gloomy face.

Zhuang Ding, his subordinate, was signaled to uncover the rag that blocked the tenant's mouth.

At the same time, he didn't forget to slap him in the face.

"Be honest with me, the master is asking you something, have you heard?"

It seemed that Zhuang Ding's vicious face reminded Jiang Chongba of the fierce beating in Bai Ri.

A resentful look flashed through his eyes, but Jiang Chongba finally calmed down from his fanaticism and said timidly.

"This is Mr. He Bo. The money I spent the day before yesterday was also given by him."

"If you don't believe me, I'll try to show you again."

The rich old man could see his thoughts at a glance and sneered at Zhuang Ding.

After spitting on the ground, Zhuang Ding rolled up his sleeves and saw another beating.

"You might as well tell me the method. If you dare to be careful, be careful that your other leg will be interrupted!"

His eyes became dead, Jiang Chong Bayijie settled down, and he was no match for Mr. Huang again.

I had to say everything I knew.

It turned out that it was seven days ago, Jiang Chongba was drunk and walked on the wrong path to the Lancang River.

Suddenly, I saw the river surging on the river. Perhaps it was because of the drunkenness that made the cowards brave, and the dilapidated house, who had always bullied the weak and feared the strong, actually plucked the courage to meet them.

He raised half of the roast chicken he stolen from his hand to the river and shouted at the river with a sneer.

"Master He Bo, you are also greedy for the roast chicken in my hand. As long as you are willing to exchange it for money, this roast chicken will be yours."

Jiang Chongba is the one who dares to steal food in front of the tomb, so how could he believe in the Lord He Bo of the Lancang River?

It was just a joke, but a black shadow suddenly emerged from the river.

He snatched half of the roast chicken from Jiang Chongba's hand, and before he could come back to his senses, he threw down another black wet ingot.

Jiang Chongba picked it up and looked carefully. It turned out to be a ingot of silver.

One tael of silver, not to mention half a roast chicken, you can buy even ten roast chickens.

Jiang Chongba, who had made a fortune, immediately became thoughtful. The next night, he bought ten roast chickens, stood in the cold wind and shivered for a night, and then exchanged more than two taels of silver from Mr. He Bo.

The dilapidated house that tasted the sweetness was not satisfied. On the third day, I bought more roast chicken. However, after accepting it, He Bo only gave less than half a tael of silver.

And he handed Jiang Chongba a thought that he wanted more vivid things to worship.

On the fourth day, the anxious tenant married a live chicken and exchanged for five taels of silver.

On the fifth day, I exchanged more than ten taels of silver for a local dog, and on the sixth day, I exchanged five taels of gold for a live sheep...

Then there was nothing. Jiang Chongba frequently squandered money, which attracted the attention of Mr. Huang's subordinates.

A dilapidated house that had not had the last meal, how could it be so much money? Mr. Huang bit him to death and it was Jiang Chongba who stole his silver, locked him up and beat him up, and forced him to find out the origin of the money.

Jiang Chongba couldn't resist the beating and could only call it out that it was given by Mr. He Bo, which led to the incident tonight.

"In other words, as long as you worship living things, you can get more money?"

Mr. Huang narrowed his eyes, turned his head and looked at the strange fish lurking in the shadow, and suddenly gave instructions to Zhuang Ding.

"Go and give this poultry to Master He Bo."

The person who was clicked panicked and was thinking of begging for mercy, but when he saw Mr. Huang's cold gaze, he knew that he could not escape this time, so he could only grit his teeth and hug the live duck towards the riverside.

Before he could even react, the duck was already caught in the mouth of the monster fish.

With a burst of chewing sound, a ingot of silver was thrown at Zhuang Ding's feet.

Zhuang Ding picked up the silver in fear and returned to Mr. Huang's side with a pale face.

Mr. Huang wiped the sleeves, and it turned out to be a ingot of silver. When he saw that the strange fish was still quietly staying there.

In this way, Mr. Huang had no worries, and waved his hand.

Four or five live birds, along with a fat pig, were sent into Hebo's mouth.

Gold, silver and copper coins seemed to rain, falling everywhere.

The monks kept picking up money from the ground, looking excited, and even pushed them one after another because of the amount they robbed.

The smart one ran back to Mr. Huang and said excitedly: "Master, we are rich. With Mr. He Bo here, you can get as much money as you want!"

Mr. Huang just looked at him with a smile, and then spoke slowly after a while.

"What you said is wrong. It is because I have become rich, not because you have become rich. This kind of good thing is enough for one person to know. Too many people know, He Bo doesn't have that much money to share with them."

After saying that, Mr. Huang suddenly shouted in a loud voice that was inconsistent with his age: "Mr. Hebo, I will worship these servants and this tenant to you. They are all my slaves. I beg you to give me immortality."

After a moment, Mr. Huang seemed to have received some answer, and a happy expression suddenly appeared on his face.

The next moment, the tentacles were flying with water splashes all over the sky, and Zhuang Ding and tenants were constantly being dragged into Hebo's mouth. The blood and chewing sounds reflected the quiet Lancang River like a ghost.

Under the moonlight, Mr. Huang's shadow was pulled very long.
Chapter completed!