Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 123 The River God is angry

Suddenly, muddy sand rose from the bottom of the river, and the string of black shadows instantly disappeared into it.

Fang Yao gritted her teeth: "No, hurry up!"

The bamboo raft had already begun to tilt downward, and the sacrifices hanging beside it fell into the water one after another.

The bride above half-kneeled on the bamboo raft, clutching the bamboo pole with both hands, crying in a miserable voice: "Help...help me..."

Yang Gao and the others on the big black boat, a dozen or so of them, tried their best to hold on to the rope, but they still couldn't stop the bamboo raft from spinning and sinking.

The huge flat-bottomed sand boat was faintly pulled towards the center of the river!

"No, it can't be done, if you pull it down, our people will be finished..."

Yang Gao stood at the front, with one foot against the edge of the boat, using his injured right hand which had not yet fully healed.

With tense veins on his forehead, he gritted his teeth and said, "Quickly, tie the end of the rope to the bollard!"

Standing at the back, Gouwa Daddy hurriedly took the end of the rope, jumped tremblingly to the shore, and wound the rope around the mooring pile a dozen times.

"Those are villains who specialize in sabotaging the sacrificial ceremony!"

Master Hongtian pointed at Yang Gao and the others with a sharp voice comparable to that of Ah Wu Niang, and shouted in shock and anger.

Another male priest also shouted: "If you destroy the sacrificial ceremony, the river god will punish the mortals!"

Some courageous people around gathered together on the bank, stared at the bamboo raft in the water, and shouted: "The river god won't let them snatch the bride away!"

"Let go of the bride! Let go of the bride..."

The county magistrate in Zhangxiang City was so angry that his beard trembled. He only took office for the first year, and he wanted to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony, but someone came to sabotage it that day!
It is also said that Zhangxiang City will be flooded soon!

This is simply cursing him!

"Take them all down for me!"

The magistrate had spoken, and the officers and soldiers hurried to the shore with their knives in hand.

However, due to the sacrificial ceremony, almost all the boats stayed on the other side. Master Hongtian at the side saw the painting boat that was about to leave the shore, and hurriedly shouted: "That boat stops! Come back to me quickly!"

However, the boatmen stretched their poles and moved a foot away from the shore.

Someone on the shore saw Fang Yao on the painting boat, recognized the mask on her face at a glance, and shouted: "Master Hongtian, on the painting boat is the lunatic who spread rumors that Zhangxiang is about to flood in the morning—"

Fang Yao's mask was slightly hot. She was staring closely at the strange black shadow floating around underwater, and when she heard the shouts of the crowd, her heart moved.

She cupped her hands on purpose, turned her head and rushed to the bank and shouted: "Master Nahongtian lied to you! There are no gods in the river, only monsters. If you don't hurry up, leave, or you will be caught for dinner!"

"What nonsense!"

Master Hongtian, wearing a colorful feather crown, couldn't help it anymore, "I, Hongtian, have been ordered to sit in Zhangxiang City for more than forty years. I have devoted myself to worshiping the God of the River, and there has never been any mistake! I will definitely replace the God of the River today. Take you bloody brat!"

Just when several boats were approaching from the other side of the river, he greeted more than a dozen priests with fierce looks under him, and boarded the boat together with the officers and soldiers.

Wearing a red official uniform, the magistrate also held up his robe, rushed to the shore step by step, and shouted: "Go first and cut off the rope that is hooking the bamboo raft!"

So one boat rowed towards the center of the river, and the other boats surrounded Fang Yao and Yang Gao respectively.

Master Hongtian stood on the deck of the bow holding a dragon-headed cane inlaid with night pearls, pointing majestically at Fang Yao.

Suddenly, strong winds blew up.

All the boats were suddenly swept towards the center of the river by an invisible force.

Master Hongtian staggered and almost fell headfirst into the water, but fortunately he was caught by the soldiers behind him, and quickly retreated to the middle of the boat with his shriveled body.

"Not good! The River God is really angry!"

A priest shouted in horror, pointing to the center of the river.

The bamboo raft tied with the red silk rope was turning faster and faster, and most of the bride's body fell into the water. Her porcelain white arms were tightly grasping the rope, and the whole body was also spinning rapidly along with the bamboo raft...

"Help, help..."

Her weak voice gradually died away, and the river water had slowly submerged her neck.

But no matter how hard Yang Gao and the others tried, they couldn't pull a woman who weighed less than a hundred catties and the light bamboo raft to the shore!

The vortex was getting bigger and bigger, and all the boats that were not tied to the bollards were all swept into the center like crazy.

Master Hongtian was finally frightened, and shouted in a trembling voice: "He, the river god is really going to be angry, hurry up, go back!"

However, no matter how they moved the oars, it was of no avail.

The boat under everyone's feet began to spin and shake, and everyone was dizzy.

The boat that Fang Yao was on was the first to leave the shore, less than a foot away from the center of the river, and it was shaking the most violently.

Fang Yao squatted on the bow of the boat, holding tightly to the outermost railing of the painting boat with both hands.

She lowered her head and looked at the surface of the water. The river under her feet rippled layer by layer, as if she was retreating, retreating, infinitely retreating...

The hull was spinning and bumping, Fang Yao suddenly became dizzy, and suddenly had an urge to jump into the water.

"What are you doing?"

The shoulder was suddenly pinched hard, and the pain instantly woke up Fang Yao, and the sound of "plop plop" falling into the water could be heard one after another in her ears.

She raised her head suddenly, and saw Fan Chen staring at her in shock, while several boatmen behind the boat jumped into the water!

"Help... help..."

The boatman only had time to utter two calls for help, and quickly sank into the water.

The servant girl Dong'er crouched tremblingly in the middle of the painting boat, her face turned pale with fright.

Fang Yao shook her head vigorously, and took half a step back in horror. She had never had symptoms of seasickness and motion sickness, but just now she suddenly had a psychological hint of wanting to jump in.

"Do you know who you are? Fang Yao, speak quickly!"

The pain on the shoulder suddenly intensified, and Fang Yao hissed in pain. She couldn't help but screamed as she broke free, "Let go, my mother's arm is about to be taken off by you!"

Seeing her speak, Fan Chen quickly let go of her hand, his face turned slightly pale, and said, "You, are you alright?"

Fang Yao wanted to pick up the harpoon on the ground and beat up our teammate, and said to Fan Chen angrily: "I'm fine, I'll be fine if you pinch it a few more times!"

"cough……"

Fan Chen was a little embarrassed, "I was thinking too much. The book said that the monster in the water would confuse women. I thought you had already been robbed of your mind."

Fang Yao's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly thought of Miss Zhang who was willing to go through life and death for the God of the River.

But there seems to be something wrong.

But the situation in the middle of the river was getting more and more critical, and she didn't have time to think too much.

The bamboo raft capsized completely, and the bride was soaked in the icy river water and was swirled wildly by the whirlpool, only her hands were still holding on to the rope.

Soon, Fang Yao was getting closer and closer to the vortex, she picked up the harpoon at her feet, and moved forward again.

This time, she squatted down halfway, thinking about the method Yang Gao taught her, her body sank, and her legs firmly stepped on the deck as if they were rooted.

After what happened just now, her mind suddenly became extremely clear.

The mask is still slightly hot, but the eyes are sharpened, and the mud and sand in the whirlpool of the water are floating and sinking.

But as several ships of the officers and soldiers were pulled by the vortex, several ships collided together.

"It's just that they angered the river god... If we don't sacrifice them to the river god, the river god won't let us go..."

Seeing that there was no hope of returning to the shore, Master Hongtian stared at Fang Yao with tearful eyes.

The officials and priests held their knives and sticks, trying to jump over the fence and jump into the painting boat.

However, Fan Chen pulled out his sword, his eyes were cold, and he shouted sharply: "Whoever dares to rush over here rashly, I will kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yao at the bow suddenly yelled, and the harpoon in his hand quickly stabbed at the bride in the water.

The priests and officers and soldiers who were also very close saw a dark red floating in the water after a short period of sluggishness!

"pull--"

Yang Gao and the others on the other side of the river suddenly felt the other end of the rope loosen, and immediately pulled hard.

The bride was finally pulled out of the river, and there was a long string of...dead people under her feet!
　Correct the typo later!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)