Du Bai was lying on the bed but couldn't sleep for a while. Maybe Fugui had suffered illness and was used to the soft quilt of the Su family. Now this hard bed was really uncomfortable.

Since he lost his sleepiness, he simply got up, spread the paper on the table, grind the pen, and put his thoughts on it and started writing.

There is no trick to hone the righteous energy. Only by practicing more and understanding the mystery in every stroke and stroke can you improve it.

Slowly, the surroundings became quiet, as if only Du Bai was writing between heaven and earth, and each stroke contained endless charm. Before he knew it, his body, which was slightly sore due to the fatigue of the day of the boating, became better and better.

Especially in the hand holding the pen, I gradually felt a light wind circling around, and it seemed like countless pairs of gentle little hands holding him up, making him not only feel tired when writing, but also as if he had the help of his gods, the easier it would be, and the better his mental state would be!

This feeling is even more fascinating than I imagined, and it is also a great benefit of righteousness. If you are determined to be an imperial examination, your spirit will definitely be far beyond ordinary people in the long run, and it is no problem to have high officials and high titles. It’s a pity that one scholar who can experience such a state will be selected from thousands of people.

So at this moment, he suddenly admired the boy in the Liu Mansion from the bottom of his heart.

It is hard to imagine how hard he had experienced in that environment to cultivate the righteousness in his heart! And if it weren't for the other party, Du Bai would probably find it difficult to seize that fleeting inspiration and successfully realize the righteousness.

But just as he was immersed in this sense of fusion with heaven and earth, suddenly something strange seemed to pop up in this purity.

As if a light was on his back, the slight stinging feeling made him wake up instantly. He suddenly turned around, but saw a pair of eyes staring at him in the crack of the window that was blown open by the wind at some point!

That is definitely not a human eye! As big as a wheel, a scarlet flash can be seen vaguely under the reflection of the candlelight. The emotions in the pupils that are upright like snake eyes are cold, bloodthirsty, greed, and rage!

It seems that all the evil that can be described in the world appears in this abrupt eye, polluting everything that is being watched.

The smell of rotten smell on the bottom of the water was coming to the face.

At the moment of looking at each other, Du Bai felt that his heart seemed to be tightly held by an invisible big hand, and blood seemed to stop flowing, and breathing was so difficult.

"Click!"

It was the sound of the brush breaking in my hand, but it was so harsh in the dead dark night.

But in just a moment, it seemed like a strong wind blew, and the next second the eyes outside the window had disappeared, as if everything just happened was just an illusion.

Du Bai came back to his senses in shock, and his body finally recovered from control, but his heart could still vaguely feel a wave of convulsions, which was a sequelae left by the extremely terrifying fear.

He slowly clenched his fists and realized that his palms and back were covered with cold sweat.

"What kind of monster is that!"

His pupils were still tightening, he gasped slightly, and murmured to himself.

A burning sensation suddenly came from his palm. He looked down and found that the copybook he had written with righteousness had spontaneously ignited at some point. A dark blue flame jumped on the paper. In the blink of an eye, the paper had burned clean, but strangely did not hurt the table at all.

Only a pool of ashes with a little temperature remained.

There is naturally only one possibility for something that can cause positive energy to react like this...

"Such a terrible evil spirit..." Du Bai frowned.

Is it the river god mentioned by the villagers?!

Looking at the dark sky outside the house, the uneasiness in his heart became stronger.

At the same time, in a narrow house in Suwon Village, it was originally used as a warehouse, but now the door is locked and the windows are blocked, and it is temporarily used to detain a weak girl.

There were no lights, and listening to the cold rain sounds coming from outside the house, the girl curled up carefully and leaned against the corner of the wall and squatted on a pile of straw.

The thin linen clothes on her body did not bring any warmth to her, and she didn't have any meals today, so the hunger in her stomach seemed even more difficult to bear this night.

But she did not resent the villagers who locked her up here, and an unspeakable feeling was brewing in her heart.

"Uncle Zhang, they are all very good people. After my parents died, they took special care of me and often called me to go to their house for dinner. My aunt would sew clothes for me, for fear that I would catch a cold. There was also a smart and cute little baby... only six years old. If it weren't for my selfishness, they wouldn't have died..."

But why do these unfortunate things happen to them? Why do I still live who should have died, but the people who should not have died one by one...

She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, took out an ugly clay man with a little bit of body temperature from her arms, and looked at her with tears in her eyes.

It was her lover who once pinched and gave it to her. It was originally used as a token of love, but unexpectedly it ended in this scene.

At this moment, a sudden hurried knock came from outside the door.

She hurriedly put the clay man in her arms and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, girl. Aro has already gone to drag the village chief. I'll bring the keys. You can run away with me!"

The man outside the door kept gasping for breath and his tone was rapid.

Aluo is her lover and the son of the village chief. The outsider is the other party’s good brother and he is a life-long friendship on weekdays, otherwise he would never do such a thing as dare to disobey the village chief.

"Aro..." The girl trembled slightly and walked to the door, but then seemed to think of something and took a step back subconsciously, wiped away the tears that kept coming out, and shook her head vigorously, "No, I can't leave! If I leave, the river god will...will be angry again..."

"It's time for you to care about the River God!" The person outside the door became more and more urgent and growled, "Aro can't live without you!"

The girl recalled the past time when the two of them were in her mind, and she couldn't stop her tears, and she held the clay man's hand and tried harder.

But at this moment, there was a "click" sound of footsteps not far away, and then the man outside lowered his voice and said, "Someone is here, I'll take them away! The lock outside the door has been opened. No matter what, go first and survive!"

Soon, the man outside the door gradually ran away, and the footsteps stopped, but I still don’t know what was going on now.
Chapter completed!