"Dwelling folks, how do you think I am dealing with this?" The captain turned his head and said to the folks: "There are a lot of scammers in the society. It is also possible to use some chemical means to create fake bodies to confuse everyone."

"If you can prove the true and false, there is only mana. If he is really a reincarnation of his ancestors, he will help his descendants to dispel the disaster and clear the river god."

The villagers heard the words and did not speak. Everyone felt that the captain said it was very reasonable.

Seeing the villagers obeying their own words, the **** captain was very proud of his heart. Turned his head and looked at Xiao Fei, his face showed a sneer: "Hey! If you can't remove the river god, you will die. I know the terrible of the river god, you can never get rid of it. We can't kill You are only borrowing the hand of the river god."

"The reincarnation of the ancestors? We have no such legend in Miaojiang for thousands of years. I am afraid that only the ignorant mud legs will believe you."

"Please ancestors help us to remove the river god, protect your children and grandchildren!" After thinking about it for a while, the village chief suddenly came to Xiao Fei and kneeled and prayed. Although there was a suspicion in the heart, they still did not dare to disrespect Xiao Fei.

"Please ancestors help us to remove the river god, protect your children and grandchildren!" The villagers behind saw the situation, but also bowed to Xiao Fei, pray for protection.

The guard of the village was still standing quite straight, and suddenly he was pulled by his old man, looking up and glaring at him. The guards had no choice but to follow them. The other guards saw that they were also infected by this pious atmosphere, and they also fell down.

Near Zhu Zhechi, near the ink is black. People who are not of great wisdom are easily affected. Few people can do it, everyone is drunk and I am alone. And some sectarian organizations in the world use this too.

Among all of them, only the captain, the vice captain, and Xiao Fei did not kneel down.

"Ma Xiaoling, you are also a Miaojiang, you should also give the boss, your ancestors reincarnate?" Daban said to Ma Xiaoling.

Ma Xiaoling did not speak, but glared at him. The scenes on the scene look very solemn, and the big fangs still have a heart to say cool words?

"Everyone, my younger generation please!" Xiao Fei looked at a group of people who were kneeling and raised their hands to them. "There is a disaster for the river god. The deity is relieved for you. Who called you?" Is it my future generation?"

Xiao Fei’s knowledge is not high, and it’s not a bad thing to pick up ancient Chinese. And he said that this time, the ancient text, obviously is loading.

When the villagers heard that he was not fluent, he actually believed more. I feel that his soul comes from ancient times, the mystery of incomparable. If you have a preconceived idea in your heart, you will be involuntarily thinking in the previous direction.

"The village head, find a place for us to live in a few places, tomorrow I will go to catch the river god." Seeing everyone standing up to you, Xiao Fei said to the village head.

"Yes! The ancestors." The head of the village said respectfully: "There is a ancestral hall in our village, where you have your gods. Please ask the ancestors to succumb to it, maybe it will help you to restore your mana."

"You want to be thoughtful." Xiao Fei smiled and said: "Lead the way!"

"Yes!" The head of the village nodded respectfully, then took Xiao Fei and others to walk to the temple in the village.

At this time, Xiaomei suddenly broke free of her mother's hand. He ran to Xiao Fei and held his hand tightly. Xiaomei used a lot of force and grabbed Xiao Fei’s hand, just like grabbing a life-saving straw.

In the past, when the villagers wanted to burn her, the mother could not help her. Later, when the guards took her to pay homage to the river god, it was because of Xiao Fei’s reason that the villagers protected her. So she was disappointed with her mother, but she felt that Xiao Fei was her guardian.

My past life is the maid of Xiao Fei? This is her conviction. Like a brand, deeply engraved in her heart.

"Why, do you want to be with us?" Xiao Fei asked. Xiaomei just stared at Xiao Fei and didn't talk. The strength in her hand has already explained everything.

"Well, then let's go with us for a while." Xiao Fei said. Finished, take her to the temple together.

......

Early the next morning.

The bright sunshine shines on this remote Miaojiang small mountain village. Facing the morning sun, the team that paid homage to the river **** set off.

A group of villagers blew and beat, escorted two children, and went to the Black River. The boy is about seven or eight years old, and the girl is Xiaomei who is twelve or three years old. When the two were lifted by a slippery shovel and slipped side by side, it was obvious that Xiaomei was taller than the boy.

They are all dressed up beautifully, just like the Chinese New Year. Last night, the villagers had bathed and changed clothes and washed them.

About a hundred villagers escorted, and next to the villagers were the guards who took the guns. And Xiao Fei, big die, fat man and Ma Xiaoling, is the last.

Not long after, the group of people came to the waves, the river is wide and the Black River. In the river, the ship is ready.

"Put the sacrifice on the boat!"

After the village chief burned incense, as the guard captain ordered, several villagers carried the two skids onto the fishing boat.

In the past, before the boys and girls boarded the ship, the grass ghosts will hold various mysterious ceremonies. Organize the villagers to burn incense and jump to the gods, one is to worship the river god, the other is to surpass the soul, the ceremony is very cumbersome.

But now the grass ghost is dead, no one is hosting, everything is simple.

"Please go on board!" After the sacrifice was on board, the captain of the guard made a request to Xiao Fei.

"Everyone, do you seem to be too solemn to sacrifice the river gods?" At this moment, an old voice came from far away. People followed the sound and saw a boat rowing out from the reeds.

Rowing is an old Miao Xinjiang, wearing a big fight, can not see his true face. When I saw this old man, the **** captain was looking at it, but then his face returned to calm.

"Excuse me, what is your advice?" asked the village chief.

"The ceremony you held was too sloppy, and it would collide with the river god." The old man said: "When the river **** is angry, it is no small feat. Maybe even the people who deliver the sacrifices must eat together."

"What should I do?" The two **** villagers heard the words and could not help but ask with some fear. Originally, Xiao Fei’s ancestors were reincarnation on board, and they would not be afraid. But the **** captain said yesterday that Xiao Fei may be fake.

"Like this, my old man is already sixty or seventy years old. Anyway, I can live for a few years. Let me help you." The old man said. After that, he actually jumped to the memorial ship.

(End of this chapter)