All the evil beasts in the world, I feed on demons and monsters

Chapter 65 Calling the River God

"Hey, sir, where's Mr. Sun?"

Old man Zhao didn't notice anything strange in Ji Ran's words. He looked around but couldn't find the familiar figure.

"Oh, Mr. Sun, you're so anxious, go and ask the River God first."

Mr. Zhao was a little confused when he heard this, but he knew that yesterday they were at Mr. Sun's river mouth, inviting the descendants of the river god to eat human sacrifices, so maybe there was something else going on?
"Ignore him for now, let's get down to business."

Ji Ran smiled and cupped his hands, pointing at the sedan chairs, and said, "I wonder, Mr. Zhao, how are the boys and girls you prepared?"

"Hey!"

Mr. Zhao smiled and said, "Of course I won't let you, the County Magistrate, worry about that!"

"Don't worry about leaving this sacrifice to us, we will make sure it's done beautifully for you!"

As he spoke, Mr. Zhao waved his hand and said, "Come, bring up the boys and girls!"

At this moment, the remaining three old officials also ordered their servants to put down the foot mat and lift the curtain. Immediately, two sedan chair bearers came over carrying a huge cushion.

There are some rules to follow for this. Offerings must be made to the river god and must not be contaminated by the earth's energy.

The difference between nobles and gods and the common people lies in this. Those scholars who speak in official language call this etiquette!
The sedan bearers stopped and put the cushion in place.

This cushion was made of hollowed-out wood with small holes on the sides. It was being carried by the bearers like a small sedan chair in the open air.

This cushion is of course very particular. If it is not hollowed evenly, it will easily turn over in the water. If the holes are not finely punched, it will sink too quickly.

Only an experienced carpenter could make the cushion carrying the person float steadily to the center of the river in the turbulent current and then sink it intact!
Several boys and girls were helped to sit on mats one by one, and then carried towards the river unsteadily.

At this moment, the villagers in the village have gathered in large numbers.

The annual sacrifice is when the river god appears.

All the villagers would kneel down and pray near the banks, each holding a small incense burner, which was being lit one by one.

Perhaps it was because of the incense ash tea he drank, Ji Ran could vaguely feel that when so many people gathered together to offer sacrifices, a faint scent similar to that of incense ash was produced.

Very faint, but slowly gathering.

"So that the county magistrate can know."

Mr. Zhao bowed his waist and said flatteringly, "These golden boys and jade girls of ours are all specially selected from those who are under ten years old and have good looks."

"I brought him home and took good care of him, raising him until he was plump and white. Then, ten days before the sacrifice, he was not allowed to eat any meat or fish, only sweet and fragrant fruits. Three days before the sacrifice, he was only allowed to drink water."

"Only in this way can we please the River God!"

Ji Ran didn't say anything, but looked at the four pairs of golden boys and beautiful girls.

The girl's face was delicately made up, and she looked as tender and well-behaved as a porcelain doll, but with a sense of panic that even heavy makeup could not cover up.

The bright red clothes shone against the golden silk shirt, making her skin look even paler.

The boy was wearing yellow clothes, and a golden coat with several jade pendants on the outside. He looked terrified, but did not dare to make a sound.

No matter what they felt in their hearts, they all sat as straight and upright as clay Buddha statues.

I don’t know what kind of tricks those officials used. They only made people clean on the surface, but tortured them inwardly, making them lose their minds and become puppets.

"Why aren't these girls wearing any gold or silver jewelry?"

"I wonder if the river god will blame us for not being careful!"

Just as Mr. Zhao was about to speak, Ji Ran said, "Please Mr. Zhao, go and consult with the River God and ask if the girl should have some jewelry to complement her or if her makeup should be more elaborate."

"?"

Without waiting for Mr. Zhao to react, Ji Ran grabbed his wrist.

Poor Mr. Zhao, a sixty-year-old man, how could he be a match for Ji Ran, such a rough man?
Under the gazes of countless villagers and to the astonishment of the other three officials, they only saw the county magistrate suddenly raise his hand, and Zhao Yuanwai flew in an arc in the air like a big bird and crashed directly into the water!
thump!
A splash of water was immediately submerged by the turbulent current.

Mr. Zhao was in a hurry, so he went to look for the river god without even struggling.

"master!"

"grown ups!"

"Brother Zhao!"

In an instant, the crowd below became excited!

Even the people on both sides of the strait who were offering sacrifices were stunned. After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in shouts! "What are you going to do!"

At this moment, a red-faced old man in the back looked grim, and immediately called his own servants and the servants of Mr. Zhao's family to rush towards Ji Ran!

"County magistrate!"

At this moment, a group of servants holding whistles gathered around. Behind the red-faced old man were two other people with grim expressions. They pushed away the sedan bearers carrying the boy and girl and stood in front of Ji Ran.

"What do you mean?"

Ji Ran just watched quietly.

"how."

"I'm a new county magistrate and I'm not familiar with the river god. Mr. Zhao, please go and consult the river god. Is there any problem?"

Ji Ran looked curious and said, "These boys and girls can enjoy themselves, so can't Master Zhao just go and pass on a message?"

"County Magistrate! We common people are doing our duty, how could you—eh?"

Without waiting for the red-faced old man to finish speaking, Ji Ran actually walked straight towards him!
The red-faced official panicked and immediately said, "Stop him!"

Whoosh!
At this moment, the servant behind the red-faced official was a brainless bastard!

He suddenly swung the stick and hit Ji Ran's head!

These servants are all ruffians. They are used to committing violence and fighting in their daily lives, and they have no sense of propriety. Who cares what official position you hold?

She was raised by this red-faced gentleman, so whoever gives her milk is the mother!
boom!
But the next moment, the servant with a black mole on his face froze in expression.

His iron-wrapped stick was actually held by the county magistrate!

Click!

There was only a crisp sound of the stick, and Ji Ran broke it directly with his hand!
whoosh-

Pfft!

The red-faced old man only felt that his right cheek was burning hot, and a large area of ​​blood appeared in front of his eyes.

His throat rolled and he turned his head tremblingly, and saw his own servant with wide eyes, broken teeth, and a blood-red whistle in his mouth!
This stick, as thick as two fingers, actually pierced through his mouth and penetrated the back of his head!

Pfft!
The servant fell down, spitting blood from his mouth, and jumping on the ground like a fish out of water!

"Master, who do you want to stop?"

The red-faced old man looked around, then knelt down with a plop, and burst into tears!

"My Lord, my Lord, that's not what I meant, that's not what I meant!"

The old man looked at Ji Ran's face with blood splattered on it, but his eyes were still calm, and - the nearly one hundred big men who were following Ji Ran from behind!
These men had dark skin, haggard looks, and thin bodies. But their strong muscles were attached to their bones, with sharp edges and corners. They stood behind Ji Ran, each holding a stick or a machete!
But this man knew that what came this time was not a dog in wolf's skin, but a ghost in human skin!

The county magistrate who came this time was no pushover! Not only was he a strong man himself, he also had a group of people under his command!
"It doesn't matter."

Ji Ran suddenly grinned and said, "Come!"

"Please, elders of the village, join me in viewing the River God!"

The four gentry dared not move again; they were civilians after all. If they failed to suppress the enemy the first time, they would never have another chance. They were already licking the county magistrate's ass, how much more powerful could they really be?
But as the four old men stepped onto the altar, they were suddenly stunned.

Under his feet, the original steps had turned into a large, leaking futon! And on the other side of the futon, there was a bloody pig dragon head!

A sleight of hand!
"Do not!!"

The four country gentlemen then realized that they had been standing on the futon and floating away from the shore without knowing when!

The young boys and girls became old men and demon skulls.

Thick fog gradually rose above the river.

The old man who should have been wailing and cursing disappeared without a trace.

Ji Ran stood at the river mouth, with Xun Yu's men separating him by dozens of feet. Now he had even dispersed the people and given up the entire river mouth.

All I could see on the misty river surface was a tall middle-aged man, stroking a pig dragon's head that was split in two, standing on a cushion and floating leisurely.

The man's voice was gentle and elegant through the mist and the cold morning light.

"It was you who killed my son?"

(End of this chapter)