Zhou Xiaodu lowered his eyes and took a closer look, as if he was holding an ordinary handicraft.

The deceased's eyes were closed, his face was calm, and the cut surface at the fracture was smooth... a very fast knife and a very neat technique.

If it were me, I could do it, after all, there are just a few ordinary people on the other side who are not very vigilant. Zhou Xiaodu put his head down and thought silently.

There was a bit of sarcasm in her eyes: I wonder if the River God can recruit a messenger... If it were me, I could do this so-called "God's punishment" even more terrifying...

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Moreover, these four corpses all look like they were killed by swords. Maybe the "Youming Sword" is in the hands of that messenger of the river god.

At this time, Lao Yang had already pushed the cart over. Zhou Xiaodu helped him carry the body up, and then followed him to a wasteland.

She originally thought that Lao Yang was going to dig a big hole and bury the body, but she didn't expect to hear that Lao Yang said that he would go back and bring some firewood to burn the second brother's family clean and purify their sins.

"Anyone who disrespects the river god must be burned with fire?" Zhou Xiaodu asked. It is sad enough that the head and body are separated, why should they be burned to ashes?

"Yes, they must be burned, and then the ashes should be scattered into the river, so that the River God can forgive their sins and bring them out of hell." Lao Yang said seriously while putting the firewood in his second brother's arms.

said.

The fire soared into the sky, twisting the air. It was too hot here, and Lao Yang couldn't bear it, so he left quickly, and Zhou Xiaodu followed him back.

After helping Lao Yang dispose of the bodies of his second brother's family, Zhou Xiaodu said to the two people traveling with him: "I want to stay in this village for two days. After all, meeting the messenger of the river god is such a magical thing, but it is rare. I

I really want to see it with my own eyes.”

It happened that the second brother's house was vacant. After hearing what she said, Lao Yang was very excited and asked Zhou Xiaodu if they wanted to live there without charging them any money. Zhou Xiaodu was very excited and agreed happily.

Jiang Sibai was also quite curious, so he said hello to the workers below and moved into this hut.

As soon as Zhima put down his luggage, he saw Jiang Sibai rummaging for something and couldn't help but ask: "Jiang Langjun, what are you looking for?"

"My father-in-law said before that this family doesn't believe in the River God, so they might not be able to take the medicine given by the River God's messenger. I want to check if there is any in the house and see what the so-called magic medicine is.

"Jiang Sibai replied.

"Oh, that makes sense, then I'll help you find it."

The two of them were rummaging around in the house. Zhou Xiaodu thought there was too much dust, so he sat at the door to blow some air.

This family's house is located on a relatively high ground, and after nightfall, you can see that the village is gradually becoming lively.

Generally speaking, villagers have to work during the day, and at night, after dinner, they can turn off the lights and rest. But the people in Changliu Village are different. At night, everyone runs out, holding wine bottles in their arms, or

They were shouting and singing, or dancing barefoot, just like a group of drunkards going crazy.

Zhou Xiaodu looked down at the moving black figures with cold eyes and whispered: "A group of lunatics..."

Hearing the voices outside, Zhima raised his head from the door frame and frowned, "What are they doing? It's so late at night, it's so weird."

Zhou Xiaodu looked at him sideways and sneered, "You're no better than them when you're drunk."

"Then you drank it for me?" he asked, "Is this some special festival? Why is the whole village drinking?"

Jiang Sibai came over with a medicine bag in his hand and sighed: "It's not a festival, they took the magic medicine and needed to drink. They walked around wildly to distribute the medicinal properties."

"Properties of medicine?" Zhima looked back at him, "What medicine is it?"

Zhou Xiaodu directly took the medicine packet from Jiang Sibai's hand, put it under his nose and sniffed, "Wu Shi Powder?"

"What is Wushisan?" Zhima asked.

Zhou Xiaodu said: "Poison taken by rich people."

"Xia? Why do you need to take poison?"

"Because it's so refreshing. Eating this kind of food can make you feel high. I heard it can even aphrodisiac. Many people can't stop eating it after trying it... However, it's essentially a poison. If you take it too much, you can die.

"Zhou Xiaodu said, throwing the medicine bag back into Jiang Sibai's arms.

Jiang Sibai nodded, "Zhou Xiaodu is right. This is a chronic poison similar to Wu Shi Powder. It has hot and dry properties. You need to drink alcohol and walk wildly to distribute the medicinal properties. However, the formula is not quite the same as the common Wu Shi Powder prescription."

Similarly, I can’t smell some medicinal materials for a while, but overall, the price will be lower, the medicinal properties will be unstable, and the damage to the user’s mind will be more severe.”

Zhou Xiaodu muttered: "No matter how low the price is, it can't get much lower. What is this river god's messenger trying to do? He's using five stones to confuse a bunch of poor villagers..."

By daytime on the second day, the small village returned to its normal scene, with work going on, weaving and weaving, and fishing. Only a few idlers would leave the "miraculous medicine" to take during the day.

Jiang Sibai became concerned about this. When he went out, he found that some villagers had been affected by the drug and had skin ulcers.

This wealthy family takes Wu Shi Powder and wears light old clothes to avoid skin abrasion, let alone these poor villagers who have to work every day.

Jiang Sibai stopped the man and wanted to treat him, but the villager waved his hands repeatedly, "I don't need to worry, doctor, this is not a disease, it's an evil spirit floating on the surface of the body, which cannot be cured by ordinary herbs. I'll wait for the messenger."

Sir, come and help us exorcise evil spirits, and we will naturally be fine by then. Eliminating evil spirits is the only way to practice spiritual practice. I have made great progress, and I couldn't be happier."

Jiang Sibai said anxiously: "You are not evil, you are clearly taking..."

Zhou Xiaodu stepped forward, covered his mouth, and said angrily: "You stupid doctor, you really have no eyesight. No matter how powerful your medical skills are, can you compare with the gods? Stop messing around. If you disturb other people's practice,

That’s really a sin.”

The villager smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I have to go to work and leave first."

Jiang Sibai wondered: "Why don't you let me speak out?"

Zhou Xiaodu glanced at him and said in a low voice: "You are not afraid of being kicked out by this bunch of believers, but I am afraid of being implicated by you! If you want to expose the scam of the river god's messenger, naturally you have to subdue him in front of everyone.

, it will only work if he makes a confession in person."

At night, Zhou Xiaodu quietly went up to the hill where the temple was located. There were paths in the mountains, so it was not difficult to walk.

When he came to the temple, he saw that the door was closed, and the three words "River Temple" were written on the plaque on the door. Zhou Xiaodu looked at it under the moonlight and felt that the three words were written crookedly and ugly.

I turned around and entered the temple, but I saw that the temple was completely deserted and there was no one there.

Zhou Xiaodu quietly came to the main hall, and saw a statue of a white-robed god standing there. She lit the fire and took a closer look. The statue was wearing a wide white robe, with both hands stretched forward, holding a red silk, with two ends in one body, and the head on the left had an expression.

The woman in pain, the head on the right is a man with a kind expression.

This statue has a weird shape. I have never heard of any gods looking like this. No wonder the old man said it was very miraculous. If this thing appeared in this world, it would really be an eyesore.

Zhou Xiaodu stretched out his hand and touched the statue of the river god. It was made of clay. Judging from the quality of the paint, it must have been recently made. The workmanship is very rough. However, the first glance may scare people, but it does not stand up to a closer look.

He held up the fire fold and looked around again. There was a long piece of cloth hanging down on the left and right sides of the statue. It read, "Those who do not respect the river god will fall into the Hall of Hell forever." The font was crooked, exactly the same as what was written on the plaque outside.

It seems that this messenger of the river god has not read for two years...

Zhou Xiaodu took a look at the long cloth and found that the words were written in blood and had turned brown.

It is not clear whether it is human blood or animal blood.

She walked around the River God Temple again, but she didn't see any of the River God's messengers or the River God's boy, let alone the shadow of the "Youming Sword".
Chapter completed!