The sage was determined to die.

The scene before him changed again, and Ji Bai breathed a sigh of relief, roughly understanding the logic behind it.

He glanced down at his useless fist and thought to himself that civilized people should persuade others with reason.

The group of dummies around him were completely unaware that they had just brushed past danger. Ji Bai looked at the two people he had just righteously punished. The two were still kneeling and bowing to the water drinker according to the procedure, their faces very devout. The figures behind them were lined up like decompression bags that had been dropped to the ground.

Seeing that Ji Bai didn't bow and just stood there blankly, the village chief limped over to him, grabbed his wrist, and said, "Why don't you kneel?"

Ji Bai, who was observing the water quality, saw that the river was as clear as ever, which showed how much the villagers cherished it. Even if there were people in the water, they should only be fish or turtles. He felt much more relaxed and said to the old man beside him, "Sincerity is the key to success."

The illiterate village chief clearly didn't understand. He narrowed his eyes and said definitively, "Are you possessed?"

Ji Bai: "..."

"I'm about to be used as a sacrifice, can't I at least prepare myself mentally?" Ji Bai grumbled. "I've discovered that you're incredibly narrow-minded."

Having been touched on a key phrase, the old village chief grabbed the other person's hand, glancing furtively behind him with a lewd look as if afraid no one would notice, and whispered:

"Why did you have to go yourself?" He pointed behind him. "That's Erniu's wife, she's pregnant. Isn't she more suitable to be the sacrifice than you?"

Ji Bai was surprised that this old man's thinking was still so outdated. He chuckled and said, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"What's wrong with that? Isn't that how it's written in the storybooks?"

"That's the downside," Ji Bai blurted out, "You can't even read, yet you can read storybooks?"

elder:"……"

"I'm educated." This statement was so hurtful that the latter hesitated for a moment.

Ji Bai spread his hands and said, "Times have changed. Now the river god... now the priests prefer young and strong lads like me."

After saying this, the strong young man pushed aside the frail old man and, ignoring the latter's attempts to stop him, dived into the water in a horizontal diving motion.

In an instant, the shore was crowded with people, like ghosts by a well. Their hands were stretched long by the water, but Ji Bai was too fast, and with Wen Xin's help, they couldn't keep up at all.

Ji Bai opened his eyes in the water. Although it was a shallow area, it felt as if it were a deep water area. His chest was being squeezed, and he could hear intermittent crying sounds in his ears.

However, the scene before them remained unchanged.

Ji Bai steadied himself and kept recalling the horror games he had played, especially those that involved sudden attacks. As he recalled them, he gradually calmed down. Although he looked a bit like a corpse, his mindset was extremely stable.

"Oh no." He suddenly felt a pang of regret. "I should have let that old man give me a push."

He opened his eyes, and the crying was no longer in his ears, but the scene beneath him was somewhat eerie.

Beneath him lay the carcasses of many animals, which, though they should have been dead for a long time, remained frozen in their final moments, their faces contorted and purple, as if still begging for a last glimmer of life.

They stretched out their arms to him as if they were scallions planted in water.