Chapter 210 The River God Appears

The next day.

Happy B&B.

Instructor Gu greeted him.

"Yan Luo, according to our investigation, this Xiaoluo River is very long, extending to the depths of the mountains, and we also found several villages where it goes down to the river. Obviously, these villages are all built on the Xiaoluo River. The terrifying thing about the River Goddess... I suspect that the other party is a ghost king."

Hear this.

The crowd stirred up another wave.

In the hunting folklore, they encountered a red-clothed ghost that they had never seen before. Now, is it possible that they have to face the ghost king head-on?

Too old.

Is there any fairness in this damn horror game?

A group of two-star and three-star players were asked to face the threat of a ghost suspected of being a ghost king.

Shen Jian nodded.

There is no doubt that the River Goddess is a ghost king.

And he is also a terrifying ghost king whose level of terror far exceeds that of the Corpse King, the Hundred-Eyed Ghost King, the Girl in Paper Clothes, and the Ghost Controlling Old Man.

Even if it doesn't reach the abyss level, I'm afraid it's not much different.

Otherwise, how could Thriller Game allow him to take on this task.

"Just go and take a look and you'll find out."

Shen Jian said.

Turn around and walk away.

The River God Festival is two days later.

But according to the words of the ghost aunt, the River Goddess has not appeared in the past ten years. Xiaoluohe's new river god is a supernatural creature created by the River Goddess.

If that's the case, then he won't wait any longer.

soon.

Shen Jian came to the lower reaches of Xiaoluo River.

In the distance, you can see a small village surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Shen Jian glanced over.

It seems that a river god festival is being held here.

The village was decorated with lanterns, red banners, and red flowers. A group of men were still killing and washing pigs there, while women were busy plucking the feathers of chickens and ducks.

Let everyone present have the illusion of returning to the real world.

But take another look.

Some of the men who were being shaved had their heads missing, some had hollow eyes, and some were missing half of their bodies.

The women whose hair was being plucked all looked pale and looked strange.

The so-called pigs are actually human bones.

These are clearly a group of terrifying ghosts.

Villagers in this small village downstream also discovered Shen Jian's group of uninvited guests.

An old man wearing a shroud walked over, supported by several ghosts who still had complete bodies. He cupped his hands and said politely: "The old man is the head of this village. All of you friends who came from upriver must be distinguished guests. , there is a loss and a welcome from afar.”

As the saying goes, stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person.

But Shen Jian just glanced at him and said, "Old man, who is your friend?"

Hear this.

A group of young and middle-aged people looked unhappy and their expressions were distorted.

"There's still more than a day left before the River God Festival. What do you want to do now? Offer sacrifices in advance. Do you want to establish your presence in front of the River God in advance and let him protect you?"

Shen Jian spoke again.

His eyes became dangerous.

The old man's expression changed.

These people came from upstream and must be people from Sujia Village.

Sujia Village occupies the best environment in the upper reaches and is the village with the strongest clan power in the Xiaoluo River.

Now, there is a bit of intention to raise an army to hold him accountable.

In their small village, the strongest one is him, the old village chief in Qingyi, who can never stop Sujia Village's attack.

The old man's body was trembling slightly, as if he was afraid of something: "Dear guests, we are also forced to have no choice."

"Last night, the River God appeared. The ghost baby that was sent as a sacrifice a few years ago suddenly climbed up from Xiaoluohe and asked us to offer ten female dolls to the River God as wives."

"If we don't deliver it, he will flood all the surrounding villages on the day of the River God Festival."

"Old man, I am just a small person, and I know that I cannot destroy the custom of the River God Festival. But the Lord River God personally ordered it, and I dare not disobey it, old man."

Hear this.

The rest of the people were stunned.

This river god really knows how to enjoy it.

Do you really think that being called a river god means he is a real god?

Even if this river god is a top-notch red-clothed ghost, he would not dare to say that he would kill the surrounding villages.

Shen Jian glanced at the village.

He focused his attention on a child whose body was white from soaking, his lips were black, and his limbs looked like they were rotting.

Seeing Shen Jian's eyes, the little boy immediately turned around and ran away.

Shen Jian grabbed the opponent.

Without saying a word, he just started talking about a set meal.

Water Soaker:...

Stop fanning, stop fanning, if you fan any more, all the water in your stomach will be gone.

"Did the river god send you here?"

Shen Jian asked calmly.

The water-soaked ghost glanced at the riverside, hesitant on his face.

"You have to think clearly. If you tell me now, the River God may not know. But if you don't tell me now, I will immediately put you into a complete panic and you will never wake up."

Shen Jian, the old Shinto.

This time.

The water-soaked ghost finally nodded.

next moment.

Shen Jian twisted his head off.

The water-soaked ghost turned into a puddle of muddy water.

Shen Jian was expressionless, not surprised.

This is not a bad ghost at all.

But a ghost slave.

A supernatural creature with the so-called memory of a ghost child.

Turned.

Shen Jian looked towards the Xiaoluo River.

Think about it.

He took out the mourning stick.

As the Yin Qi poured in, it was thrown out by Shen Jian.

The river exploded into a huge wave.

"Where is the river god here?"

"Get out of here."

"You dare to occupy a river without paying the river management fee."

Shen Jian's voice spread out.

The yin energy in the river surges and gathers.

A figure wearing a red and black robe slowly emerged from the water, with a stern face, staring at the humans on the shore with a sly expression.

"Human, what do you want to do?"

"It's nothing. I just want to inform you that it's time to pay the river management fee. Besides, you, the river god, are incompetent. I lost my things. Shouldn't you help me pick them up? Otherwise, what's the use of you, the river god?"

"Quickly, bring me the gold mourning stick, the silver mourning stick, and the white mourning stick."

Shen Jian took two steps forward.

With a playful expression, he looked down at the ghost figures on the water.

The terrifying level of this river god surpasses the normal level of top red-clothed ones, but is not as good as the most common ghost king.

Being able to become a river god, occupy this small Luo River, and be worshiped by all the evil ghosts. Even the lame old man is in awe of him, so he still has some strength.

A supernatural creature, but its supernatural power can reach this level.

This also made Shen Jian become more and more interested in the River Goddess who had the power of the Ghost King.