You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 22 Where Did My River God Go?
As the loud slogan of offering sacrifice to the river god was shouted out, Chu Xun grabbed the golden boy and jade girl in his hand and threw them towards the center of the lake.

The two little babies seemed to be disturbed by the negative energy. They stopped crying and making noises for a while. The little spirituality in their bodies seemed to be dispersed. In the blink of an eye, they turned into ordinary gold and jade artifacts, circling in the air, and fell into the Baishou Lake with a plop.

Across the lake, seeing that the Wenxiang Gang had already taken action, Xu Fugui did not dare to delay and waved his hand:
"Send the two newlyweds to the bridal chamber!"

The four men under his command stopped on several slides that had been placed on the river bank. They loosened their hands and the sedan chair fell directly on the slides, then slid into the lake.

The entire sedan chair sank into the water. A few pieces of red cloth floated up along with the current, but the people were completely gone, and not even the bubbles floated up.

Seeing this scene, Xu Fugui knew that his sacrifice to the river god was a success.

Next, all we have to do is wait for the river god’s response.

It was noon now. Generally speaking, the river god would respond soon after receiving the sacrifices. Sometimes he would be angry and ask them to prepare a new batch, and sometimes he would come out and tell them that the preparations were good this time and he was very happy.

However, this time, Xu Fugui waited for a whole incense stick of time.

like……

Nothing happened.

what happened?

Xu Fugui was a little dumbfounded.

Seeing that there were no ripples or bubbles on the lake, and the weather had not changed at all, there was indeed no sign of the river god coming out.

Could it be that the Wenxiang Gang on the other side had done something bad? Was it that he couldn't even summon the river god?

Across the Baishou Lake, Xu Fugui looked into the distance.

He could clearly see that nothing happened on Chu Xun's side on the other side of the lake. The river god neither went to their side, nor did they remove the altar and leave.

That is,

The Wenxiang Gang hasn’t summoned the River God either?
This?
Where did a river god like me go?

Xu Fugui felt like he had lost his direction for a moment.

On the other side of the lake, Chu Xun obviously found this situation even more difficult to accept.

He hurried to the lakeside, kneeling and crawling on the wet mud, gasping for breath:
"Master River God, Master River God, where are you? Why don't you come out? Didn't you make an agreement with the nobleman before? Why don't you come out?"

He shouted for a long time, but there was no response. Finally, he could only look towards the gauze curtain for help.

"Don't panic." Young Master Zhao's voice came from the gauze curtain. He seemed to calculate a few points, and suddenly he said "Huh":
"Is there no river god in this lake anymore?"

"what?!"

Chu Xun's eyes widened in disbelief.

I spent so much money and used so many means to get the golden boy and jade girl. Doesn't it mean that as long as I take them, I can come out and become the local boss of Qingzhou City?

How much effort I put into this, how many tricks I fell for, how many ways I tried, how many people I killed!

I even sold my ditch, but the river god ran away?!

Then I won’t be able to drive Mr. Bai out?

Then wouldn’t I be...

I'm going to die! ?

Chu Xun cried and shouted twice towards the lake shore, then coughed several times, squeezing out a few crumbs from his throat and spitting them into the lake.

Watching the bones gradually sinking to the bottom of the lake, Chu Xun felt as if his heart had been broken. He felt bitter and astringent, and his head was swollen.

Like a walking corpse, it staggered towards the green tent.

Chu Xun brushed aside layer after layer of gauze with his hands, and he felt like he had entered a deep and bottomless maze. He didn't know how far he had walked inside, but he finally came to the center of the gauze.

There is a table and a chair here. On the table are a piece of wood and a fan. On the chair is a paper man. How can you see Master Zhao?

It was as if even the words spoken in the tent just now were just Chu Xun's illusion.

This was the trick of the storyteller behind the tent, a low-class thing, but Mr. Zhao used it to escape.

He, Chu Xun, is a discarded pawn!
“Ha…hahahahaha!”

Chu Xun suddenly laughed three times towards the sky, and something in his heart seemed to have dissipated. Then he coughed violently, and a milky white turbid round pill popped out of his mouth.

The round pill was like a bright moon, flying half a foot in the air, falling to the ground and bouncing twice, before finally rolling and stopping on the bluestone slab.

The vitality in Chu Xun's body quickly dissipated, and in the blink of an eye he became shriveled. He collapsed to the ground, and when he looked again, he was no longer breathing.

……

By the river, Zuo Chen watched both sides throw their offerings into the lake and felt that the time was about right.

He first turned his head to look at Liu Laizi:
"Boss, the Bai Laohui of Qingzhou City is acting recklessly in the north of the city. It is hard to find help, and they are pinning their hopes on the illusory river god. Don't you think that your Zhengjiu Escort Agency is more suitable to take over his position?"

Liu Laizi has been in the underworld for a long time and is a very shrewd person. After hearing Zuo Chen's words, his expression changed several times and then he looked towards the center of the lake.

"But the annual sacrifice to the river god..."

"You naturally won't need to offer sacrifices to the river god in the future," Zuo Chen said, "How can the so-called river god compare to the hands of fishermen?"

When Liu Laizi heard this, his heart trembled violently, not because what Zuo Chen said made sense, but because he would not have to offer sacrifices to the river god in the future.

The aristocratic families cannot say this; they don’t have the ability to do so.

The princes may say this. They are capable enough, but they look down on the small place of Qingzhou.

Daoist priest,

You can say that!
After making the decision, Liu Laizi nodded repeatedly:

"Master, don't worry. We won't offer sacrifices to the river god anymore."

He hesitated again: "Then I'll go back and call for help?"

"Go."

After getting the approval, Liu Laizi ran towards the escort agency happily. He put force on his feet and unexpectedly used the skill of traveling a thousand miles a day in one breath.

From a distance it looked like a horse running.

"Master Taoist, you want to take over Qingzhou City." Caiyi asked Zuo Chen.

Zuo Chen shook his head and said:
"How is that possible? I'm leaving Qingzhou City tomorrow. I just think it's not right that the current city manager of Qingzhou City is someone who grabs two kids and throws them into the river every year."

"Ah! We're leaving tomorrow!" Caiyi didn't even listen to the second half of the sentence: "Can you take me with you?"

"I thought you would choose to stay in Qingzhou City."

"What the hell am I going to do here?" Caiyi said with a chuckle, "I have no livelihood here, and no good farm, so I might as well learn some skills from you, Taoist priest."

"Then wait for me on the shore." Zuo Chen lifted his Taoist robe, used the turtle breathing technique, and carried his bamboo basket on his back.

"Master? What are you doing?"

"Save people and get some travel money."

He stepped one foot into the water, and the waves automatically parted to both sides, leaving a path for him to escape.

(End of this chapter)