Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 121 [Flooded Zhangxiang City]

"You must have misremembered, or been deceived by someone. There is no such mysterious thing in this world."

Fang Yao said solemnly, but saw Fan Chen squinting her peach blossom eyes and looking at herself suspiciously, and quickly widened her eyes, "What do you think I am doing? It's not that I lied to you!"

She said and yawned, "Ah, if you don't rest, it will be dawn. You will be very busy tomorrow."

"Okay, don't put on airs, did you find anything?" Fan Chen interrupted her coldly.

Fang Yao pursed her lips quietly and looked up at the sky.

At this time, the black mist over the entire Zhangxiang City had already become extremely thick, and it was pressing down darkly, as if covering the entire city in it.

This scene is very familiar, Fang Yao has seen it several times, the most serious one was when the epidemic in Lijia Village started to spread.

Fang Yao walked forward, stood by the moat, poked her head down, and frowned.

Because the weather was so cold, the surface of the river was covered with a thin layer of ice crust, and occasionally there was a slight clicking sound when the ice floes solidified.

These ice blocks blocked Fang Yao's sight, and he could only vaguely see some fish-like shadows moving underneath.

Fang Yao looked left and right, but couldn't find any point in the river where the black mist filled.

She thought of the fish monster, this guy was also hiding in the water, and only when he breathed out bubbles would he emit black mist.

But Fang Yao stood there for a while, but she didn't find anything unusual.

How did the dense black mist in this city appear...

Could it be that the God of the River really knew that she was coming, so he purposely hid himself tonight?

Fang Yao's brows were twisted into knots.

She stared straight at the water, the Zhangxiang River is so big, and its tributaries spread all over the county, if the plague monster really has such supernatural powers, if it is not eliminated, the consequences may be even more terrifying than the land monster coming out.

Fortunately, Fan Chen's thing is still useful.

As for... the ring... I can't blame her...

Someone surnamed Fan insisted that she go down first.

Fang Yao quibbled to herself, and suddenly felt that someone was staring at her from behind.

She turned her head, Fan Chen was standing not far away looking at her, and in the black carriage behind him, the maid Dong'er was looking at his back obsessively.

Fang Yao had a complicated expression and turned her head away again.

In the closed city gate opposite, the sound of a watchman knocking on a clapper was faintly heard.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

It turned out that it was five o'clock.

Fang Yao wanted to walk along the moat again, but she hardly rested along the way, and she was indeed a little sleepy now.

Thinking that the sacrificial ceremony was about to begin, she thought it would be better to recharge her energy first.

When passing by Fan Chen, she shook her head slightly.

Fan Chen didn't say anything, just said: "Let's rest first."

"Ah."

Fang Yao returned to the carriage, while Jiang Shi and the child were still sleeping, she opened the booklet again, suffocating for a moment.

She thought it was still the same, but this time, a new picture appeared!
I saw the Zhangxiang City that I saw just now suddenly appeared on the booklet.

But the moat in the painting is turbulent, and the water level exceeds half of the city gate. It looks like the city of Zhangxiang is flooded!

Fang Yao suddenly closed the booklet, just about to tuck it into her inner jacket, then suddenly opened it again, taking in the pictures in the booklet bit by bit.

Immediately, she put away the booklet, jumped out of the carriage, and grabbed Li Fugui who was about to get into the ox cart to rest.

"Don't sleep! Quick, drive our convoy to the mountain!"

"Ah, ah..."

Although Li Fugui didn't understand why, he had always trusted Fang Yao's words unconditionally. He was only confused for a moment when he heard the words, and then yelled next to every car.

"Hurry up, don't sleep any more, get up!"

The people who had been driving before were all in low spirits, so Li Fugui quickly called the rest of the people to replace the driving.

At this time, many people gathered at the gate of the city, and they were villagers from nearby villages who came early to participate in the sacrificial ceremony.

"Hurry up, everyone, Zhangxiang City is about to flood..."

Fang Yao yelled at the common people.

Those people looked at each other in blank dismay, all standing still.

When Fang Yao yelled a second time, they couldn't help whispering.

"There are still two hours until the sacrificial ceremony. Is the river god going to be angry when he hears this?"

"Our Master Hongtian in Zhangxiang City didn't say a word. Where did this lunatic come from?"

"But they don't look like civilians, so many carriages..."

Fang Yao wore a mask, so she naturally heard all these people's words.

She yelled more than ten times, but no one was willing to leave.

"Master, those people don't believe us, what should we do?"

Fang Yao sat up slightly, and there was no wave in her voice, "I have delivered the words, the legs grow on them, life and death are fate, I just need to have a clear conscience."

Li Fugui sighed and had no choice but to turn around and walk back.

……

After half an hour.

The gate of Zhangxiang City finally opened slowly.

The common people stood on both sides of the road with the sacrifices prepared by themselves, looking forward to it.

Accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, a long procession of sacrifices came out from the huge gate of the city.

Behind the procession, sixteen women in colorful clothes held a bamboo raft tied with red silk flowers, on which sat a red-clothed bride wearing a red hijab.

"Didn't it mean that the priest cannot have other women besides the bride?" Fang Yao lowered her voice and asked the people beside her.

Fan Chen glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, "Look carefully, are they women?"

Fang Yao blinked her eyes a few times, sure enough, those "women" in colorful clothes carrying the bride are not women!

Not only that, even the dancer in a red long dress is also dressed as a man.

It turns out that she is not the only one who is disguised here.

In order to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, Fang Yao actually disguised herself as a man for a second time.

Her hair was covered with coarse cloth, and her originally white and tender face was smeared black with yellow mud and plant ash, with a few strands of beard made of black ponytails stuck to her lips, and even her neck was specially pasted with a black How to escape the false Adam's apple.

Standing here for nearly half an hour, no one noticed her, presumably her disguise technique should be relatively successful.

It's just...the chest is really constricted.

"How do you know that there will be a flood in another hour?" Fan Chen thought of something and asked again.

Fang Yao naturally couldn't tell him the secret about the brochure, so she prevaricated: "I guess."

Fan Chen swung two knives out of his eyes, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "You seem to be less and less afraid of me now."

"...Don't talk nonsense, that so-called Master Hongtian is here." Fang Yao changed the subject dryly.

Fan Chen took a deep breath and didn't speak any more.

At the end of the [-]-meter-long sacrificial procession was a float pulled by four oxen. The float was extremely fancy, and a man wearing a colorful feather crown was standing on it.

"Master Hongtian...Master Hongtian..."

All the people bowed loudly.

Fang Yao quickly parted her robe and made a half squat feint.

She thought she was just kneeling for a while, but who knew that after Master Hongtian's ox cart passed, the sedan chairs of various officials and lords in Zhangxiang City followed behind...

Fang Yao squinted her eyes and secretly looked at Fan Chen. This guy was just like her, covering his legs with his robe, and didn't kneel properly at all.

It lasted for nearly a stick of incense before the common people got up, followed the sacrificial procession, and walked towards the ferry where the sacrificial ceremony was held.

(End of this chapter)