Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 122 The River God Marries
The ferry is half a mile away from Zhangxiang City, and the altar is set there.

On the road leading to the ferry, the snow had been cleared in advance and plant ash was sprinkled on it, but it was still slippery.

The sacrificial procession marched forward in a mighty manner, followed closely by the people behind.

Fang Yao and Fan Chen were mixed in, and the former looked back and forth. The number of people participating in this sacrificial ceremony was conservatively estimated to be over ten thousand.

This was already an extremely grand scene in ancient times.

Thinking of what was about to happen, Fang Yao couldn't help clenching her fists secretly.

After touching a stick of incense, everyone finally arrived at the altar.

Except for the wizards who participated in the sacrifice, the other people were stopped outside, or at a place a little farther away near the river.

And those officials who came all the way in sedan chairs sat in the shed under the altar.

"Who is pushing me, look for..."

Before the word "death" could be said, the man was stunned into silence by Fan Chen's slightly murderous cold eyes.

Fang Yao originally wanted to let Yang Gao be with her, but now it seems that the surname Fan is also very useful.

What's more, he was dressed in a luxurious attire, and there was a sword and jade pendant around his waist that were worth a lot of money at first sight, which was enough for him to be domineering without opening his mouth.

The two squeezed and pushed along the way, causing countless white eyes, but no one dared to complain, so they seized an excellent position that was close to the river and could see the altar.

The Zhangxiang River is very wide, and the surface of the river covered with fragmentary thin ice can't be seen at a glance, and it is connected with the gray sky in the distance.

Fang Yao first glanced at the other side of the river. There was a small hill slightly downstream.

She can also see a long bamboo pole tied with bright red cloth strips, looming in the low forest.

That's what she specifically asked Li Fugui to do. Red means everything is fine, white means there is danger, and black means someone has an accident.

Although the small hill is not too high, according to her research on [Flooded Zhangxiang City] in the brochure, it is still very safe.

She silently looked across the ferry again.

Because of the sacrificial ceremony, the ferry was temporarily closed and no ships were allowed to pass through. A series of boats of all kinds stayed on the opposite shore.

On one of the boats, a familiar figure flashed by.

Fang Yao narrowed her eyes slightly and looked away.

On the altar, brawny men with shirtless arms and colorful graffiti on their bodies carried roasted whole pigs, whole cows, and whole sheep to the stage one by one, and carefully placed these sacrificial offerings on the stage.

Not to mention those whole chickens, ducks and geese, which have already been placed in two strips on both sides of the altar table.

When a gust of wind blew, Fang Yao could almost see the tendons of the strong men shaking three times.

She couldn't help but ponder, this season of offering sacrifices to the river god is really a bit unreasonable.

The gray sky, the gloomy wind, I don't know if it is her illusion, this day seems to be a little darker than before.

Master Hongtian wearing a colorful feather crown on the altar burned incense and knelt down, then got up and sang sacrificial songs around the bride kneeling in the middle.

"Swimming with a girl on the Zhang River, rushing into the wind and blowing waves. Riding a waterwheel on a lotus cover, driving two dragons on a dragon..."

The sound of gongs and drums sounded again, Master Hongtian muttered, and took a basin of water, and sprinkled it on the bride.

"This is to cleanse the bride." Fan Chen lowered his voice, "After cleansing, the bride will take these offerings down the river, are you really going to do that?"

"Ah."

Fang Yao nodded.

She has inquired about Master Hongtian, and it is said that he is over 60 years old this year, and this is the ninth sacrificial ceremony hosted by him.

And for each sacrifice, the money collected from the common people and merchants was as high as tens of thousands of taels.

In fact, if the other party makes money, he makes money, but sacrificing living people is not very kind.

After all, they were almost ruined by the bride of the previous sacrificial ceremony.

"The auspicious time has come, send off the bride."

The crackling sound of firecrackers sounded, and the bride was helped up by a lady in a red dress disguised as a woman, and the red silk bamboo raft was placed under the altar.

At this time, various offerings were placed around the bamboo rafts.

The bride sat down slowly, and the "women" in colorful clothes raised the bamboo raft again and walked towards the river step by step.

Could it be...does every bride, like Miss Zhang, feel that marrying the River God is a supreme honor?
Fang Yao looked at the figure sitting quietly on the bamboo raft with extremely complicated emotions.

The bamboo raft was slowly lowered into the river, and the two Xi women pushed hard, the broken ice on the river bank was cut open, and the bamboo raft slid several meters forward.

"call--"

The bitter cold wind suddenly blew, and the bamboo raft was brought to the center of the river almost in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, the bamboo raft swayed strangely in circles of ripples, and the bamboo raft also slowly turned around.

The sky was getting darker and darker, as if it was night.

It was the first time for the common people to encounter such a strange weather, and they couldn't help but look up at the sky in panic, or at the bamboo rafts in the Zhangxiang River.

"The river god is here to pick him up!"

Master Hongtian immediately bowed his head to the bamboo raft.

The officials in the rear and all the common people knelt down reverently again.

Suddenly, Master Hongtian on the altar saw two figures standing on the bank, and hurriedly shouted: "Quickly kneel down! How rude to the river god!

However, before the officers and soldiers could move, a heart-piercing cry suddenly came from behind the crowd.

"No! Ah Qin, don't marry the river god—"

Fang Yao's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately turned her head to look, only to see a handsome young man pushing through the crowd, rushing over, hissing at the bride on the bamboo raft.

The bride also lifted her hipa abruptly, trying to get up, but the bamboo raft suddenly turned faster and faster, and began to sink slowly.

Fang Yao took out the whistle and blew it hard.

A rope with a hook and lock suddenly flew out from the boat on the other side of the river, and it hooked directly to one side of the bamboo raft.

Yang Gao wore a thick glove on his right hand, and grabbed the rope with his left hand. He gestured towards Fang Yao, and then called to the brothers behind him to pull the bamboo raft back.

All the onlookers finally realized belatedly after a brief moment of stupefaction that someone had come to rob a relative!
Still robbed the relatives of the river god!

It was the first time for everyone to see this scene, and they were immediately confused.

Master Hongtian and the officials behind him didn't expect such a thing to happen, they hurriedly caught the young man, and sent people to the other side of the river to catch Yang Gao and the others.

Unfortunately, the next second, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

"Run, there's going to be a flood—"

"The river god is angry! Zhangxiang is not safe..."

The sudden change in the sacrificial ceremony and the natural vision caused panic to spread among the crowd in an instant.

The common people panicked and couldn't care less about whether to offer sacrifices or not, they pushed each other and ran out.

Fang Yao had already put on her mask, and taking advantage of the chaos, she and Fan Chen jumped on a boat.

"Young Master Mu, Master, the servants are here..."

The maid Dong'er ran out of the boat, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Fan Chen nodded, pointed at the bamboo raft in the middle of the river, and said, "Go over there."

Dong'er hurriedly turned her head and gestured to the boatman behind the pole, motioning for them to go over.
Fang Yao glanced at it, and except for Dong'er, all the other faces were unfamiliar faces.

However, at this time, she didn't care about that much.

"No way, master, I can't pull it!"

Yang Gao on the opposite side yelled loudly.

Fang Yao's face turned blue.

She saw under the bamboo raft... more than a dozen black shadows, layered upon layer.

(End of this chapter)