In the small courtyard at night, several hunters held long knives and axes and greeted Tong Qingshan directly.
Tong Qingshan sneered, and the spear came out like raindrops, the speed was so fast that it was blurry.
Suddenly, several muffled groans were heard, and several hunters led by He Ling suddenly fell to the ground, and their blood flowed into the small courtyard.
Only He Ling, who had not yet taken action, was still standing there.
At this moment, Tong Qingshan pointed his spear at He Ling: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"
He Ling was not afraid of Tong Qingshan. She said coldly: "Tong Qingshan, do you think you can show off your power in our village?"
The next second, He Ling's mouth suddenly hummed a strange song: "He Bo is on my body, I am on He Bo's body, my grandparents will appear soon, He Bo is on my body..."
Her tone was strange, and a strange aura swept over from outside the small courtyard and suddenly enveloped He Ling.
"Huh?" Tong Qingshan's eyes narrowed, he no longer hesitated, and stabbed He Ling directly with his spear.
However, He Ling's body seemed to have become insubstantial. Tong Qingshan stabbed him with a spear, but only hit a shadow.
The next second, He Ling's figure appeared on the side of Tong Qingshan's body, as if he could teleport.
Moreover, at this time, He Ling's feet were not touching the ground and his face was expressionless. He was like a flying ghost, hanging in the air, staring directly at Tong Qingshan.
"Pretend to be a ghost!" Tong Qingshan said angrily, and took out his gun again, aiming at He Ling.
He Ling disappeared again, and her figure appeared behind Tong Qingshan again.
At this moment, Little Putao also woke up, and Zhang Chu took Little Putao to the yard.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Chu immediately said: "Qingshan, use divine patterns!"
Tong Qingshan nodded immediately, his momentum exploded, and twelve brilliant stars appeared behind him!
Immediately afterwards, Tong Qingshan's spear swept across, twelve stars flickered and extinguished at the same time, and golden divine patterns spread, covering the surroundings of He Ling.
He Ling could no longer hide away, and the divine pattern hit He Ling. She groaned, flew out, and fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and her face suddenly turned pale.
And at this moment, Little Putao suddenly pointed at the door of the yard: "It ran away!"
"Who ran away?" Zhang Chu asked, looking at the door but seeing nothing.
At this time, Little Putao said: "It was an old man, bent over and leaning on a stick. His feet didn't move and he floated out."
Zhang Chu's heart moved. It seemed that the one who had just taken action was not He Ling, but the patron saint of this village.
"Hebo Village... Hebo?" Zhang Chu pondered, feeling a little bad.
Generally speaking, the patron saint does not take part in the disputes between villagers.
But there is no doubt that the strength of the patron saint is definitely higher than Tong Qingshan.
Because the patron saint can resist Yaoxu Ye, but Tong Qingshan cannot.
At this moment, Tong Qingshan stepped forward and put his spear against He Ling's neck.
"Tell me, what do you want to do?" Tong Qingshan asked angrily.
He Ling's mouth was bleeding, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Impossible, impossible, how could you defeat me! This is impossible!"
Tong Qingshan's spear was gently thrust forward, and the spear cut He Ling's neck: "Stop talking nonsense and tell me what you want to do."
Helingn was agitated and hurriedly begged for mercy: "We have no ill intentions, we just want you to stay."
As he spoke, He Ling took out two wet, bright, small fruits like cherries from his arms and said, "Look, as long as you eat these, you will not leave our village."
Tong Qingshan said nothing, but looked at Zhang Chu.
Zhang Chuze said: "Why are there only two fruits? What do you want to do with the little grapes?"
He Ling did not dare to hide it: "He Bo fell in love with her. He asked us to weave a straw mat, put the little grapes on the straw mat, and send it into the river."
"What!" Tong Qingshan was immediately angry: "Your patron saint cannibalizes people?"
He Ling said: "It's not about cannibalism, it's about taking concubines. Our patron saint takes a concubine every three years. Being chosen by the patron saint is a great blessing."
"The women in our village all dream about going to the River God. Everyone dresses up just to be named by the River God and accompany him."
Having said this, He Ling looked at Little Putao: "What a blessed child. He was spotted by the River God just after he arrived. Being able to be the River God's concubine is a blessing that many women can't hope for."
Little Putao was so frightened that she leaned closer to Zhang Chu.
Zhang Chu picked up Little Putao and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't worry, father and husband will protect Little Putao."
Tong Qingshan suddenly asked Zhang Chu: "Sir, what should I do?"
Zhang Chu did not look at He Ling, but sighed softly: "Let's go out, maybe their patron saint is waiting for us."
Tong Qingshan immediately raised his gun, opened the door of the small courtyard, and came to the street of the small village.
The entire small village was shrouded in a faint halo, and the long street was deserted. Most people had already gone to bed.
At this time, He Lingze came out and said, "Once you come to our Hebo Village, you won't be able to leave. The River God will not let you leave. He wants to protect you."
Almost as soon as He Ling's voice fell, an old man with a cane and a bent waist suddenly appeared at the street corner.
He Ling immediately knelt down and kowtowed excitedly.
Zhang Chu and Tong Qingshan suddenly became nervous. At this moment, Tong Qingshan pointed his spear at the River God, his eyes full of vigilance.
"Are you the River God?" Tong Qingshan asked.
The old man's voice was indifferent: "Young man, haven't your adults told you that you can't point your weapon at the patron saint?"
As he spoke, the old man's crutch gently poked the ground. The next second, Tong Qingshan's spear bent, as if it were made of mud, and the head of the spear was facing the ground!
"This..." Tong Qingshan took a breath of air.
He Ling shouted: "You two kneel down quickly, the River God has a lot of people. As long as you stay in Hebo Village and contribute the little grapes to the River God as concubines, the River God will not embarrass you."
"Wow..." Little Putao was so frightened that she cried out.
Zhang Chu hugged Little Putao tightly and patted her back gently: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Tong Qingshan shouted: "Want to keep us? Dream!"
The old man sighed softly: "I haven't killed someone for a long time..."
As he spoke, the old man's crutch lightly touched the ground again, and a circle of terrifying divine lines spread along the ground, as if a stone was thrown into the river and the water ripples spread.
Zhang Chu and Tong Qingshan saw that the circles of divine patterns spreading out turned into real water ripples at a certain moment.
There are even some fish chasing inside...
The speed of the water wave spreading was not fast, but it was very terrifying. Wherever the water wave passed, everything on the ground disappeared.
The stone table and farm tools were all swallowed up by the waves, sinking into the ground and disappearing forever.
"Not good!" Tong Qingshan was frightened. At this moment, he felt powerless.
He wanted to turn around to protect Zhang Chu and Xiao Putao, but when he wanted to move, he was horrified to find that the space around him seemed to be filled with lead. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move.
At this moment, Tong Qingshan gritted his teeth and shouted: "No!"
He wanted to fight tooth and nail, but in front of the River God, his realm was completely inadequate.
Even though the veins on his neck were pulsing and his body was soaked with sweat, he still couldn't move.
He could only watch helplessly as the circles of water spread towards him.
"It's over..." Tong Qingshan was desperate.
But at this moment, Zhang Chu suddenly shouted: "Stop!"
As Zhang Chu's voice fell, the spreading waves of water stopped unexpectedly.
At the same time, Tong Qingshan felt his body light up and regained his ability to move.
At this moment, Tong Qingshan hurriedly turned back and looked at Zhang Chu.
I saw Zhang Chu holding a jujube leaf in his hand. The jujube leaf gave off a hazy light, freezing the circles of ripples!
"Huh?" The River God raised his head and stared at the jujube leaf in Zhang Chu's hand. He looked at it again and again, and his expression gradually became solemn.
At this time, Zhang Chu said: "River God, we are just passing by here and don't want to conflict with you."
The River God stared at the jujube leaf in Zhang Chu's hand carefully, with a look of surprise and uncertainty.
Finally, at a certain moment, the River God's expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, trembling: "God... God King!"
