"Where is the river god? Where is the river god?" someone exclaimed.

"Why didn't the River God save my child?!"

A mother held her drowned child tightly and knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

The villagers around also looked sad, a little panicked and a little uneasy.

During the more than ten years when scholars served as river gods, they have gradually become accustomed to such a peaceful and comfortable life, with merchant ships traveling and good weather, and there is no need to worry about anything and no danger.

The river seemed to take care of him specifically, and he was considerate everywhere.

It is precisely because of this that they feel that perhaps a river god is secretly helping them to live a better life in the village.

However, from this day on, everything began to change since the gentle and domestic dog-like river water in the past suddenly swallowed up the lives of several people.

After all, the scholar is approaching the end of his life and has no energy to take care of all the trivial matters. The turtle itself is just a monster. Even if he follows the scholar and has learned a lot of knowledge, his ability is still limited and he cannot fully understand everything.

Sometimes when scholars are entangled by physical illness, they will be insuffered by pain, and they will suffer for a day and a night at a time, and they will not have the energy to care about the affairs in the river.

Therefore, accidents in the river gradually began to occur frequently after this.

The reason for this is that scholars do not have management, but it is also because these villagers have become accustomed to the days of being taken care of by the river god. They usually don’t care too much about danger and often do something extraordinary. In this way, accidents will naturally occur frequently.

A panic gradually began to spread in the village, and strange rumors were spreading.

"The River God has abandoned us!"

"The River God no longer cares about us, he will let us die on our own!"

The sudden natural disasters and man-made disasters have further aggravated this change in their hearts.

What's worse is that frequent ship accidents have also led to a gradual decrease in merchant ships' exchanges, and the passing merchants have stayed here less, which means that their business has gradually become deserted.

This lasted for many days, and as fear and anxiety gradually sprouted and grew in their hearts, it seemed that a dark cloud was covering their heads.

They suddenly lost a good life that they didn't have to worry about, and the negative emotions in their hearts gradually began to condense, gradually undergoing essential changes, becoming irritable and furious.

And gradually, he set his sight on the statue of the river god in the ancestral hall.

At this time, the scholar in the river was really close to his death. Although his appearance was still as young as his youth, his expression and spirit were almost exhausted, and even reading books felt very tired.

So much so that I spend most of the whole day in bed, and I spend more time closing my eyes than opening my eyes.

In this case, he could only entrust some affairs to turtle to manage, including trying to control the river area, avoiding injury, etc.

The turtle was obedient and went ashore to check according to his instructions.

However, when I saw this, I couldn't believe it. The villagers were actually smashing the statue of the river god!

When it floated on the bank of the river, you could see half of the body of the river god statue broke and fell to the ground and rolled.

Looking at the incomplete body, it inexplicably felt absurd and sad feeling.

Speaking of which, the statue of the River God was not valued, and it was not exquisite when I first invited someone to do it. On weekdays, there were few people who visited this "food and clothing parent".

But in the end, this is also a kind of awe of the villagers for the river god. The scholar was deeply pleased with this and felt that his efforts were recognized by ordinary people.

However, the scholar at this time probably never expected that it was because of this accident that over the past ten years that his hard work in the past ten years would be gone...

At this time, someone was smashing and yelling angrily: "This river god is unwilling to help us at all! Why do we need to worship it?!"

"Yes, my child died because of him. What's the use of such a useless god?" The mother who lost the child at that time was also among the crowd.

He looked like he hated, as if he could get his children back by doing these things.

The riot continued. After the statue of the god was smashed, someone even piled up wood to ignite a fire, and the blazing smoke continued to rise.

But they were happy, and the turtles in the river were watching all this coldly.

It did not immediately take action to punish them because it still remembered the scholar's instructions to him.

So it just watched quietly until the flames burned out and the crowd gradually dissipated, it dived back to the bottom and turned back to the wooden house.

The scholar was still lying on the bed at this time, vaguely feeling its approaching, trying to open his eyes slightly, and asked hoarsely, "What's going on outside?"

The turtle did not tell the truth, but said, "Everything is OK."

Its heart is heavy, and it can feel that the scholar is about to die, and it is unwilling to let these worries make them difficult and sad.

"That's good. You don't have to worry. After I die, you will leave on your own..."

When the scholar heard this, he seemed to let go of a big stone in his heart, smiled relievedly, and after giving a simple instruction, he finally closed his eyes peacefully.

As his breath gradually dissipated, the turtle's heart sank and realized that his master had passed away.

But how could it give up?

It has been planning for this day for a long time.

Including some knowledge of immortal texts and formations, it learned some of the mysterious information it learned from scholars, and from friends of some monsters he met, now it is time to come in handy.

Du Bai stood by, observing the whole time that the turtle first opened a passage with some kind of spell at the bottom of the river, and then used huge strength to uproot the wooden house and the yard and send it into the passage.

And the passage was pitch black, with only a faint yellow light remaining in the sky. It was vaguely visible that this place should be a wilderness, with the soil under your feet being damp and soft, and you feel like you have no substance when you step on it.

What's worse is that the surroundings are filled with yin energy, and the shrill ghost crying keeps coming from all directions, making it extremely strange.

But this is exactly what the turtle is looking for.

It placed the house here and carefully, bit by bit, recast the barrier.

But when it comes to immortal writing, one must use the immortal power. It presses its palm on the scholar's chest, then holds it hard, and successfully takes out the jade bead that has become a masterpiece again.

But it still did not choose to swallow it, but just used the only part of the remaining immortal power in it to try to draw the immortal text.

But as a novice, he does not have the real immortals step by step teaching like Du Bai. The complexity of these immortal texts is far beyond its ability.

For this reason, this drawing has been a century!
Chapter completed!