Please control me, my divine being!

A cold, eerie light emanates from the flowing river.

The banks of the underground river are covered with silt and moss, and stepping on them feels slippery and soft.

Pang Ziyue, wearing cloth shoes, held a phosphorescent talisman in her right hand, illuminating the dark space, and slowly moved forward.

The entire passageway was cramped.

There were rotting corpses on both sides from time to time, emitting a pungent stench.

She hadn't walked far when she paused slightly, and the straw hat she wore on her head had been completely pushed open.

This Taoist nun has a delicate and charming face on the right side; she is exceptionally beautiful.

But the face on the left was that of a rugged man, with a stubble beard and a rough, untamed air.

The two faces kept changing, sometimes ferocious, sometimes resentful...

"Pang Ziyue, you're a fucking coward! Killing, killing, killing! You've destroyed all the great empire you built up! You really are a spineless coward!"

"What's all the noise about? That girl has the strength of a three-time Grand Priest, which is not much different from the head of our Dharma Sect. The mundane techniques she uses are even more bizarre. Time is of the essence now, there's no need to get entangled with her."

However, the other party did not accept it.

Pang Ziyue's two faces were torn and bleeding profusely.

Another mouth even grew on their faces, and they started biting each other. Their bodies were in an extremely uncoordinated state, which once affected their normal movement.

Pang Ziyue had no choice but to stop: "Do you even want to live?"

"Haha, I'm going to make these people die!"

Pang Ziyue, you're nothing but a stray dog. Do you really think you can establish yourself here just because you got the God Card?

Still want to switch to repair?

Don't you even consider whether any lineage would want you?

Hurry up and kill as many as possible now, perform a grand sacrifice, and arrange the rituals. You might even be able to ascend to a higher level and become a Fulou Zhenren (a high-ranking official).

Think about it, how many Fu Lou Zhenren are there in the Liu Ren lineage today?

If we succeed, we will become the true pillars of the Daoist lineage, and will surely gain the favor of the immortal masters.

Pang Ziyue pressed the fire talisman in her hand hard against her left cheek, and the scalding flames immediately charred her skin.

"Shut up! The path of Liu Ren is blocked. The immortal master hasn't issued a divine decree for over a hundred years. We don't even know if he's alive or dead. Who among us still on this ship doesn't want to jump ship? Don't come out and drag us down at this time, or I'll kill you."

"Go ahead and kill me. I'm tired of living anyway. If you've got the guts, kill me. No, I forgot you're a coward."

The voice continued to shout, but eventually stopped, and the extra mouth on the cheek slowly disappeared.

Pang Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief, regained control of the body, and quickly walked forward.

Explosions continued in the distance, causing ripples to spread across the surface of the underground river.

This is also why she doesn't want to fight Li Qinghe to the death. If they get entangled and can't determine a winner in a short time, the Huang family and the brokerage firm will come over.

After walking along this path for over a hundred meters and turning several corners, the scenery ahead suddenly became clear.

This is a wide, flat, elevated platform.

Below the high platform flowed a tributary of the turbid river, and above the river's surface, one after another, talismanic flames hung in mid-air, illuminating the dark underground space as if it were daytime.

On both sides of the platform are pipes made of sheet metal and bamboo tubes, one end of which connects to several deep pools dug out, and the other end extends to the river surface.

Glug glug.

Bubbles continued to rise from the pool on the platform, and the water level slowly increased.

Several believers who were busy here saw Pang Ziyue and immediately surrounded her: "Master, the production of the divine water has been decreasing recently. In the past few days, there have only been five and a half pools."

"It's enough. After all, this is something produced by the combination of the powers of two mortal gods. It's impossible to extract it indefinitely."

Come on, let's prepare the ingredients and start the cooking process.

"The River God has eaten so much of our food; the time for him to repay us has come."

Pang Ziyue took out the palm-sized, turtle-like and fish-like statue from her bosom, cut her palm open, and dripped blood onto it.

……

Li Qinghe walked forward with his knife in hand in the dark, damp tunnel.

She stroked the bronze wine cup in her arms, her eyes darkening as she looked at the corpses along the way.

There were so many corpses along the way that she had become numb to it.

What drives her forward at this moment, besides her mother's death, the devastated town of Huangshui and the county seat of Lianshan, is one of the sources of all this: the River God.

She had many questions to ask this deity, who had been worshipped by fishermen on both sides of the Taiwan Strait since childhood and whose incense had been offered continuously.

If she could survive after seeing Him, she planned to meet the Yellow Immortal from the Yellow Immortal Hall, the one who inflicted the evil sores.

Li Qinghe recalled her experiences during this period.

Jiang Chuling, Doctor Liu, Bai Tieya, Granny Yang who drives corpses, the mother and daughter at the inn, Miss Shen Cishuang...

These people were among the few good people she had encountered in this corrupt world, and they were also relatively normal people.

"And to the gods who have always helped me, I'm sorry."

She unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, and felt in her pocket a small wooden plaque next to the bronze wine vessel, on which was the name of a deity, which she had carved with a knife.

"Miss Li! Miss Li!"

Just as Li Qinghe continued to advance along the underground river, Shen Cishuang's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

She paused in her steps.

All around was deep darkness, with only the rushing river providing a faint light from the talismanic flames floating on its surface.

"Li Qinghe!"

Another shout rang out.

A scene suddenly appeared before Li Qinghe's eyes.

The teahouse was bustling with people, and customers came and went in a constant stream.

Holding a three-foot gavel and a half-foot white paper fan, Shen Cishuang stood in the crowd, amidst the throng of people, speaking eloquently.

Snapped!

The gavel struck.

The noisy sounds of the marketplace suddenly disappeared, and everyone stood frozen in place.

Within this still image, Shen Cishuang, with her beautiful face icy cold, suddenly came to life, gracefully stepping out of the painting and into reality, standing on the bank of the underground river.

Li Qinghe was somewhat dazed.

Dressed in a ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with flowing long hair, Shen Cishuang coldly said, "Miss Li, there's no need to be surprised. This is just a common trick of storytellers. The 'Departure' is formed from the energy of the people in the story, essentially a false body of mine, existing only within one of my stories."

Old Master Yu predicted that you would be in mortal danger.

Danger lies ahead; do not proceed rashly.

"We only need to surround and kill Qin Hongshi. Until the opportunity arises, we should focus on preserving our strength."

Li Qinghe said softly, "The leader of the Dharma Sect is just ahead. They want to awaken the River God. Once that monster awakens, there will inevitably be disaster. How many people inside and outside the city will survive?"

"But..." Shen Cishuang, whose face was icy cold, frowned, as if she was thinking and weighing the options.

"I'm going to stop the Fa Cult. Qin Hongshi will definitely be drawn here. Miss Shen, you can seize the opportunity." Li Qinghe clasped his hands in a fist salute and was about to continue forward.

Whoosh!

The white paper fan is opened.

Shen Cishuang sighed, her expression serious: "Miss Li possesses such chivalry; as a swordsman, and even though I am merely in a false body, how can I be timid? Besides, Qin Hongshi will be arriving soon, and perhaps my true self will be even faster. Why don't I escort you..."

Before she could finish speaking, a deafening roar suddenly came from above.