Chapter 161 Underwater Illusion
Huang Feng once again used the "Soaring Dragon Technique". This time, his spiritual thoughts were more concealed than before and disappeared silently into the sky. The female ghost who was entangled with Gao Ying did not notice anything.
The Xuhe River is a big river. The widest part of the river is one mile wide and one hundred feet deep. It would take a lot of effort to search for the bones and dowries that had been buried in the water for an unknown period of time.
"Senior sister, can you do it?" Huang Feng couldn't help but be a little worried. Although the strength of this female ghost was similar to that of ordinary Huanxu Realm monks, it was not difficult to deal with it. However, relying on Junhe, she went crazy, as if her power was endless, but Gao Ying was Constantly consuming spiritual energy.
At this moment, a figure flew over.
Huang Feng looked warily and found that something looked familiar. After a moment of recall, he remembered that the visitor was He Di, the governor of the Shuluji Demon Division. He must have been alarmed by the sudden outbreak of demonic energy and fighting in the river.
"Is it you?" He Di recognized Huang Feng, and was very impressed. When he and Li Zhong were accidentally trapped, if the man in front of him and Li Motang hadn't stopped the remnant soul of the dragon-blooded demon, the people of Shulu would have suffered. He and Li Zhong Nan cannot take the blame.
"Master He came just in time. The female ghost has been entangled with me. Because it is integrated with the river, it is difficult to kill. I am about to search for her life gate hidden in the river. Master He, please help stop it. ”
Huang Feng said and shouted to Gao Ying: "Senior sister, the Master of the Demon Collection Department is here. He will help delay it. Let's leave quickly."
Gao Ying naturally knew his plan. If there was a way, she would really like to kill the female ghost with her own hands, but the current battle was destined to be endless. She was not reluctant to fight and left.
"Master He, I leave it to you." After Huang Feng finished speaking, he and Gao Ying left quickly without looking back.
As the governor of the Demon Collection Department, it was his duty to protect the peace around the tree hut, but looking at Huang Feng running away so fast, He Di still felt depressed about being left behind to block the sword.
He vented his frustration directly on the female ghost.
He Di is a real strong man in the Hedao realm, and he has been in the realm for many years. With a casual knife, he suppressed the force and cut the female ghost into two pieces.
Unfortunately, he soon understood what Huang Feng said. It was annoying that the female ghost who was cut apart merged into one again in the blink of an eye and could not be killed.
The female ghost tried several times and realized that there was a huge difference in strength. She didn't want to get entangled with him, so she hid in the water and wanted to chase Huang Feng.
He Di remembered that Huang Feng said he wanted to find the female ghost Mingmen and asked him to delay.
After the battle in Shulu, he still believed in Huang Feng's words. How could he let the female ghost chase after him, chop him down with his sword, and cut the lower reaches of the Weihe River into two ends? The sword energy was like a barrier, blocking it in the middle.
The female ghost was crushed to pieces before she could get close to her. After she recovered, she broke in again, only to be crushed to pieces again. Even though she couldn't die, she couldn't break through again.
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Huang Feng and Gao Ying walked upstream from the lower reaches, searching as they went. Without the female ghost to entangle him, he could concentrate more.
Gao Ying said from the side: "Normally, it is normal for the bones and dowry to be washed downstream after so many years, but it is easier to be discovered if they are washed downstream. If this female ghost had the intention, she would not let her bones remain. Downstream."
Huang Feng nodded: "Giving a bride to the river god must have a lot of details. Most of them have monks who practice ghost spells and witchcraft involved to ensure that the body will not float to the surface or be washed downstream.
You think about what the people who participated in the sacrifice would think if the body of the newly sacrificed bride was found downstream the next day. They would definitely feel that the river god was dissatisfied and frightened. "
Speaking of this, Huang Feng suddenly thought: "Isn't there a small Yin vein in the Zhuhe River? Senior sister, do you know which river basin it is in?"
Gao Ying recalled for a moment, nodded and said: "Not far away, it is said that someone wanted to build a bridge at the narrow part of the Junhe River, but was stopped by a fortune teller, who said that the bridge should be built on the Xiaoyin Vein. That is the bridge of death. If you walk too much, you will know how to build it. dead.
At that time, no one believed it and drove the fortune teller away. After the bridge was repaired, the surrounding people crossed the bridge to cross the river. Unexpectedly, people died every month, and they all fell from the bridge and drowned for no reason. Only then did some people believe the fortune teller's words and demolish the bridge. .
I heard this story from the elders in the village before. I loved pestering the elders to tell these weird stories. I..."
Speaking of the village and childhood memories, Gao Ying paused. Thinking of the current situation in the village, she stopped talking and flew faster.
Huang Feng didn't know how to comfort him, so he followed closely behind.
Sure enough, not long after, the Jiu River section became winding and entered a narrow section. Gao Ying pointed to the decayed bridge piers on both sides of the river bank, leaving only their outlines, and said: "It should be here. From here, it is the Xiaoyin Vein. What's more?" There is a legend that when people die near the tree hut, their souls cross this route to the River Styx at night.”
Going upstream along the river, the water becomes faster and deeper.
"This seems to be it?" Huang Feng suddenly noticed something, but due to the depth of the water, it was difficult to make a decision for the moment.
"That's it!" the clever guy said.
"Go down and have a look." Huang Feng and Gao Ying looked at each other and plunged into the river.
The water here is much deeper than downstream. Not long after diving in, the surrounding area becomes invisible.
"There should be light at this depth." Huang Feng muttered. He looked up and found pitch black, so he knew he had found the right place.
A little further down, bursts of singing came to my ears, the same as the female ghost sang before, but this time, there was no joy at all, only endless sorrow. The sound penetrated into the ears, like a gangrene attached to the bone, making people unbearable. And difficult to dispel.
In the surrounding darkness, a scene gradually appeared, with countless people beating gongs and drums, holding torches, and carrying tributes, dowries and sedan chairs.
In the sedan chair, the bride's mother was telling her what to do after marrying the River God: "Ping'er, when you get to Shuifu, you must serve the River God well."
"Mom, is there really a River God?"
"Of course, Lord River God has been protecting us for so many years. When we see Lord River God, we must serve him well."
"I...I know, but mother, I'm scared."
"Don't be afraid. If you become the bride of Lord River God, you will no longer suffer from disasters and diseases, and you can live a long life, longer than your father and mother."
"Can I still see my mother?"
"Of course, you can entrust your dream to your mother."
When the sedan arrived at the river, the bride got off the sedan and looked at the surging river water at night and couldn't help but tremble.
She wanted to run away: "I, I won't get married, mother, I won't get married."
At this time, a man who looked like a wizard and wore a robe came to her. He smiled kindly and hummed a song: "Don't be afraid."
The man put his hand between her eyebrows and drove a thin nail in while she wasn't paying attention. She didn't even have time to let out a cry of pain before she lost control of her body.
Then the people carried her and the dowry and threw them into the river. They knelt down one after another and prayed to the river god for blessing.
However, there is no water palace at the bottom of the river, and there is no river god waiting for her to serve. There is only endless coldness and darkness, and resentment gradually breeds.
Brushing away the illusion, Huang Feng looked at the palm-sized water mansion at his feet and was silent for a moment.