Lao He ignited smoke and dust in the cabin and solemnly inserted a few sticks of incense.

He was muttering something, and then he knelt down piously on the ground, constantly knocking his head towards the lake.

Even if blood flowed out of his forehead, he still didn't stop, and his expression seemed extremely painful.

Suddenly, Old He heard something happening in the distance. He couldn't help but look at it, but found a tall man standing on the shore.

But it's too far away to see clearly.

“………”

In a trance, the man was teleporting as if he was in the blink of an eye and stared at him with an inexplicable gaze.

"Can you cross the river?"

“No…”

Old He was about to refuse, but noticed that the raindrops did not fall on the man and were blocked when half a distance was blocked.

Qin Bai narrowed his eyes and looked at the lake. He did not notice the aura of demons, nor did he smell the incense of immortals and Buddhas.

I thought Chen Xuanzang's mission involved Sha Wujing, but now it seems that it is not much involved.

But I have come here, so I can't go back the same way, and the retreat has ended.

He walked into the cabin on his own, picked up the wooden oar and rowed towards Hushen Village.

Lao He was afraid of angering the Lake God, so he shivered and did not dare to move.

Qin Bai asked curiously: "Can you talk about this so-called lake god in detail?"

He specially exuded a faint Buddha spirit, so that he could stabilize Lao He's mind.

Old He swallowed and replied, "Farewell, we... shouldn't talk about it here, it will anger Him."

"oh."

Qin Bai deliberately accelerated the speed of paddling the wooden oars, and the water waves stormed, making the lake chaotic.

His actions were like igniting the fuse, and countless fish swam around the boat, slapped the boat with their tails from time to time.

Not to mention that these water fish are quite strong, the wooden boat began to shake.

"Don't get closer, this is the territory of the Lake God."

Qin Bai didn't listen to his warning and directly reached out to catch a fish.

The fish looks weird, and the patterns of the scales form a ferocious face. As the body swings, there will be corresponding changes.

Moreover, there was a trace of soul mixed in the strange fish's body, but it was faintly visible.

Seeing this, Qin Bai caught a few more pieces and found that the souls and souls were from the source together, and he could indeed detect the inauspicious yin energy, but there was no so-called incense smell.

"Is this the lake god?"

Old He reluctantly calmed down and explained: "No, this is a fish harvest given by the lake god."

He couldn't help but look at the lake and said in a daze: "It seems that the day of fish harvest is coming."

Lao He picked up another wooden oar in the cabin and rowed quickly, hoping to arrive at Hushen Village as soon as possible, but unfortunately it was not up to the wish.

The lake water gradually grew into vortex, and as time became more and more obvious, the waves slowly spread out.

Qin Bai noticed dozens of black shadows jumped into the water in Hushen Village.

They were covered with layered scales, and they could also see the gills on both ends of their chins, and their appearance was between fish and humans.

The vortex is getting stronger and stronger.

The boat became uncontrollable and began to lose control. No matter how much effort Lao He used, it would be useless.

Qin Bai's face was strange. He remembered the flushing toilet when he was in the toilet. How could this lake feel like this alternative?

The water level is decreasing at a rate of half a meter per breath.

Chen Xuanzang and others were scattered all over the village. They looked for traces of the villagers, but dozens of people disappeared at the same time.

Only the blood demon heard some movement and seemed to have jumped into the water.

By the time they realized it, the water level had dropped by dozens of meters, but even so, they could not see the bottom of the lake.

Could it be that the original location of this lake was in an abyss, and the tip of the iceberg was revealed until the lake water disappeared?

Old He had empty eyes. He did not expect such a situation, and his brain fell into deep confusion.

Qin Bai stepped forward and patted his shoulder. The Buddha's light flowed in Lao He's body so that he would not completely collapse.

"Can you say it?"

"The God of the Lake is dead, and below is His tomb..."

Under Lao He's story, Qin Bai learned about the origin of Hushen Village.

It is indeed related to gods and immortals. It is said that thousands of years ago, the lake gods were blessed here, and the size of the town was formed at that time.

The fish produced in the lake are extremely plump and have a unique taste. They are considered to be a very famous specialty.

Unfortunately, due to excessive hunting, the creatures in the lake began to disappear.

Until one day, countless arms stretched out from the bottom of the water and grabbed the lake god and dragged it into the underworld. The soil sank a thousand meters.

Lao He said with a gray face: "The greed of mortals has made the soul of the lake god never reborn forever, and it has caused this place to be cursed."

"Then why do you row a lake here?"

Lao He's eyes dodged a little: "Our ancestors are all responsible for sending outsiders to Hushen Village, otherwise the monsters inside will run out."

Qin Bai did not comment. He knew that mortals had limited vision, and the facts must be very different.

For example, those arms that drill out from the bottom of the water should involve a certain immortal Buddha.

However, what changes should have happened after the death of the Lake God.

There must have been practitioners who have come to Hushen Village, but after all, it involves immortals and Buddhas, and most of them either return without success or feed fish.

Over time, Hushen Village was buried in the long river of history.

Qin Bai's heart suddenly jumped wildly, and he thought of some possibility.

If Sun Wukong, Zhu Gangli, and Sha Wujing each refined the complete immortal position, then Sha Wujing's immortal position might be the water path of the Three Thousand Great Ways.

A thousand years ago, would there be a big man who used means to kill a large number of river gods and lake gods in order to collect complete immortal positions?

Although I don't know what the purpose is, my plan is never simple.

Now that I have picked His peach myself, will it cause death?

Qin Bai retreated at the verge of nothing, just a more radical speculation, so just be more cautious next time.

Lao He didn't dare to ask too much, but guessed Qin Bai's identity in his heart. The other party was not surprised when he heard about the lake god. Could it be that he was really an immortal?

Qin Bai sat cross-legged in the cabin, and the light around him became darker and darker.

Lao He couldn't help but tremble. With the help of the faint light, he saw clearly that at least a dozen half-fishmen were swimming in the water.

But soon the lake water completely dried up and the boat sank to the bottom of the lake.

Looking around, there were white bones piled up like mountains, and tens of thousands of strange fish were lying flat in them.

Half-fishman swallowed the strange fish into their belly. They only selected larger individuals. After their stomachs were bloated to the extreme, they crawled up through the stone pillars that supported the village.

There were also half-fishmen trying to attack Qin Bai, but after returning in vain several times, they fled in scattered and seemed to be afraid of something.

From this we can see that the half-fish man still has wisdom.

Qin Bai was a little confused about the behavior of the half-fisherman. If he went so hard to harvest the strange fish, he would not have been able to do so.

Unless, the monster Lao He mentioned does not refer to the half-fisherman...

"Here...here..."

Old He murmured to himself, and he grabbed the edge of the boat with a pale face, and his whole body trembled even more.

Qin Bai stood up, and he noticed that the unparalleled yin energy was seeping out from the ground, and the strange fish stopped moving.

The water level began to rise again, but what flowed out of the soil was not clear lake water, but dark black water.

The wind is howling and the waves are stormy.

Qin Bai could clearly feel the incense smell, and he immediately reacted that the lake god was not completely dead, but existed in another form.

Everyone in Hushen Village also realized the monstrous yin energy. They gathered with solemn expressions and pulled out their weapons.

At this moment, a rustling sound rang out from under the stone pillar.

The half-fish man quickly crawled back to the village. They spit all the strange fish in their stomachs on the ground, and then broke the strange fish's belly.

As for those outsiders, they didn't pay any attention to it.

The strange fish were clean and dried on the rack. It can be seen that the dried fish in Hushen Village were obtained in this way.

Without hesitation, Xiahou swordsman leaned over toward the closest half-fisherman, and placed his left hand on the scabbard.

With a swish, Xiahou swordsman put away his sword, and a thin red line appeared between the eyebrows of the half-mermaid not far away.
To be continued...