Qianjiang, also known as Chunjiang, has no research on the origin. It runs through several continents and is more than 10,000 miles long. It is one of the important water transport channels in the southern part of Daxia.

It was late winter, and the water vapor on the river was simmering and the river was lingering. The wind was cold. There were hundreds of people gathering on the long beach, and there were still people rushing here one after another.

Fan Yu searched for a periphery and sat around, trying to make himself look inconspicuous, but his ears and divine sense did not dare to relax, and carefully collected information around him.

It was noon that some sunlight broke through the hazy clouds and fell on the river surface, and the fog became stronger.

At this time, a crowd surged, and dozens of people carried some pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks, and others, occupying a large piece of land ahead.

The familiar ones bowed and greeted each other, with a kind look on their faces, but they were not inclined to give in, and they were tit-for-tat in their words.

"Everyone, the time has come, please sacrifice to the elders."

"Please sacrifice to the elder..."

...

The suona is melodious, the gongs and drums are loud, and the loud chants are coming from front to back, and from behind.

"The sacrifice will be long."

The old man wearing a flower feather, a silver scale suit, and a bamboo stick, walked and danced, and was muttering in his mouth slowly walked under thousands of pairs of eyes.

The old man ignored others and walked to the riverside. Suddenly he jumped, pointed the bamboo stick in his hand towards the river, and said, "My God of Jiang, your believer is carrying a basket full of grains and carrying a thousand kilograms of meat to worship you."

This was done three or four times, cut your fingers with one knife and dripped blood into the river. After a while, the fog on the river surface was shaking the shore with a "rattle".

"Why don't you pour the tribute into the river?"

The old man turned around and scolded him, and the others immediately fought for fear and poured the pigs, sheep, cattle and dogs he brought into the river.

At the beginning, the river surface was calm, and tributes were floating all over the river, floating with the undulating river.

"Crazy~"

A few dozen feet away from the shore, waves suddenly emerged on the water surface, and then a huge vortex formed, as if it was about to suck the water from the entire river.

Countless tributes were swept away in just a moment, and then a sound like a pig or a tiger came from the center of the river.

"Ao~"

Hearing the sound, countless people were excited and kowtowed to the ground and prayed: "Miss Jiang Shen appeared, and Ms. Jiang Shen appeared..."

For a moment, the entire Getan was quiet, with his eyes closed and his kowtowed, and his murmurs were like chanting scriptures in the Buddhist temple.

Fan Yu stood up in surprise, and the flip seal hanging around his waist began to shake violently, as if he was about to break through the air and throw himself into the river.

There are so many people who dare not let you fly under the noses. Besides, I don’t know what is in the river. If you let you fly in, wouldn’t it be like a meat bun to beat a dog, and there will be no return.

Just when he was surprised and suspicious, something happened before. The old man suddenly slapped a bamboo stick and widened his eyes: "Look, Empress Jiang Shen is not satisfied with the tribute and refuses to give blessings. You sinners, who dare to sacrifice this little thing, aren't you afraid that the Empress will be punished?"

The river surface was turbulent, and the huge whirlpool had not dissipated, and it was rolled up and hit the shore constantly.

The rolling fog condensed with a trace of orange red, hidden deep in it, and others could not see it, but Fan Yu could see it clearly, so he became more and more surprised and did not dare to move easily.

"The Lord of the Sacrifice, don't be angry. I have already prepared myself. I thought I would like to worship it after everyone's sacrifice. Since that's the case, I'm not polite."

A rich man clapped his hands and said, "Come on, bring the tribute."

The slaves next to him immediately pushed five or six pale and thin people forward, including men and women, old and young, looking like a family.

"Master, Master, please be kind and let us go. We can do anything, just eat a little bit of food..."

"What a foolish thing, I bought you from Yaren to serve Empress Jiang Shen. What a blessing, don't talk nonsense anymore."

The rich man shouted coldly, and the face of the prey next to him changed slightly. A panic flashed in his eyes, and soon disappeared again, becoming cold and ruthless.

The other people's faces were even blue, and several people even snorted coldly, looked at the rich man deeply, and then left with a squirting his sleeves.

With such changes, believers who are close to each other retreat one after another, those who are far away do not know what happened, and it seems to be in chaos.

"Come on, send them down to serve Empress Jiang Shen..."

The rich man's face was flushed and rubbed his hands, a little impatient.

The five or six people, knowing their fate, struggled one after another, tried to escape, were beaten back by the sticks of the slaves, and were forced to the riverside one by one.

Countless people watched helplessly, none of them stepped forward to stop them, some excitement, some unbearable, some anger, and some sigh...

"You beasts who eat human blood must not die well, nor can you die well."

An old man who was forced to the riverside stood up tremblingly and looked at the river: "If there is really a god of river, I will curse you to fall into hell forever and will not turn over..."

"Son, let's not be a human being in the next life."

As he said that, he jumped into the river, swirled and disappeared.

The old woman screamed shrillly and jumped down.

"Dad, dad...mother, mom..."

A man cried to the sky, "What mistakes did our family make and what evil did they do?"

Turning his head, his eyes, red and resentful, looked at them one by one, as if they were to be engraved in the depths of his soul and would never be forgotten in life.

"Cui Niang, my dad and mom are leaving first, let's go with you."

The woman collapsed on the ground in fear, trembling and trembling, holding a pair of children tightly.

The daughter didn't know what happened, her little face was frightened and grabbed the man's hand tightly, "Dad, Xiaoya doesn't want to die..."

...

The water splashed, the figure disappeared, leaving thousands of pairs of eyes, quietly, dead silent.

Fan Yu pinched his fists tightly, his teeth roared, his cheeks trembled, like a wild beast, and would suddenly hurt people at any time.

If you can't move, you will die.

Just now, when the family was pushed out, he was about to stop it, but as soon as he took a step forward, he immediately sensed more than ten hidden auras, like fire and ice, with a sharp tip flashing past him in an instant.

Qi Refiner? Immortal Cultivator?

His body was like falling into an ice cellar, stiffening for an instant, and the breath of death desperately stimulated his soul.

This was the first time he faced such a pure murderous intent, without any emotion or warning, as if as long as he dared to take a step forward, he would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Who are they? Why are they here and why should they stop him from saving people?

Something is wrong, something is not right.

Such a living sacrifice is really terrifying. Why don’t the yamen care about it and why don’t the local city god report it?
Chapter completed!