Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1128 The Village Chief’s Helplessness

After breaking away from the turbulence, Du Xingyu used the wind in the vortex to push the bubbles.

They rose quite quickly, and when they reached the surface, they found that they were in an unfamiliar river, far away from where they came down.

Fortunately, the wind in the air is more convenient than that in the water. After figuring out the direction, Du Xingyu controlled the wind to push the bubbles to glide on the water, fast and steady, like a water ski. He soon saw the shadowy figures on the shore.

"They are there!" Mu Jingjing waved her hands in surprise.

Even though I know that with my brothers and sisters' abilities, they won't get into trouble underwater easily, but I can't help but feel anxious when I don't see anyone.

Yu Sinian finally closed his folding fan with a snap, and said with a smile to Jin Tong, who was sitting at his feet and crying with his hands covering his face, "Don't cry, aren't you back?"

Jin Tong finally caught up with them, and before he could catch his breath, he heard Lin Fan jump down.

She was not a very knowledgeable person. Even though she had stayed in Changtianmen for such a long time, she was still a servant responsible for life. In addition, she was not so dedicated in her cultivation, so she had no chance to see the true mysteries of magic. So after watching the river for a long time without seeing any movement, she collapsed to the ground.

Now knowing that Lin Fan was safe and sound, Jin Tong just wiped his face with his sleeves and stood up, but when he saw the familiar figure in the distance, his nose felt sore and tears fell again.

Shen Xiuyuan, who was comforting the villagers in the back, stepped forward and said with a smile: "I knew they must be fine, but that Erya...wasn't she saved?"

Mu Jingjing looked at the red figure lying between the two of them, and her smile faded. "The situation underwater is complicated. If we really can't save him, it's really helpless."

The village chief at the back trembled and said, "My Immortal! This, this, it's not our fault, right?"

"Why don't I blame you?!" Before anyone else could say anything, Jin Tong put his hands on his hips and retorted, "Who put Erya in the river? Who disregarded human life in the name of the river god's wedding? If it wasn't you? Was it us?!"

"This this……"

The village chief was a powerful person in the village, but when faced with these immortals, he was already trembling with fear and just wanted to bow down to the ground. How could he say anything to refute them? Although it was their responsibility and there was no way to refute it.

"What is this?!" After Jin Tong came out, she felt that the sky was high and the earth was vast, and the future was bright and promising. Suddenly, Lin Fan jumped into the river to take risks because of these fools. If one person died, then she...

Of course someone has to bear the consequences for her fear, and Jintong will not be polite to these ignorant farmers.

"You have clearly reported it to the Immortal Sect, yet you are organizing the River God's wedding here. If you don't trust us, why do you make us make this trip? Or do you trust the River God more than us?" Jin Tong pointed at the river angrily.

The village chief knelt down, and the villagers behind him also knelt down one after another.

"Forgive me, Immortal!" The village chief nodded his head. "We have waited too long. We were afraid that the Immortal would not come, so we resorted to this desperate measure!"

The village chief kowtowed three times and explained in a tearful voice, "There is a severe drought and no rain. The crops have failed. People and livestock have no food to eat. Now it is even difficult to get water..."

Jin Tong saw a child behind him curiously looking up, his face was black and his mouth was cracked and bloody. If the child was like this, it was even more needless to say for the adults.

The anger in her heart was inexplicably extinguished, but she still shouted unhappily: "Then why don't you come here to fetch water for irrigation?"

"Immortal!" The village chief fell to the ground and cried out in injustice, "Our village originally relied on the creek branching off this river for irrigation, but the branch dried up, and it's too far to get water here, and it takes a long time to go back and forth. What's more, the water is mixed with mud and sand, which is not suitable for irrigation. Moreover, after the drought, the river water level dropped, and it was very difficult to fetch water standing on the shore. It took a lot of effort to fetch water, and then I pulled it back with a bullock cart and watered the fields. The soil was the same as if it had swallowed water, except that the surface color was a little darker, and nothing changed. Soon, even the color of the water could not be seen, and half a day's effort was in vain in the end."

The villagers had thought of a solution. The creek behind the village dried up, so they spent a lot of money to find someone to dig a well in the village. After the well was dug, they threw a bucket in but could not hear any water. They heard that it was dry...

"The surrounding villages are all without water like us. The water truck in town used to deliver water at first, but later it stopped, saying it was too far away." The old village chief thought about it and felt wronged, wiping his face. "We are a poor family and don't have much money, but we couldn't care less at that time. I discussed with the villagers and asked everyone to contribute some money to give the water deliveryman a little bit of benefit, so that he could come to the village more often every day to deliver water, at least to make a living."

"As a result, I knocked on the door with money in hand, but was still pushed out. They said that someone said that we had offended the river god and made him unhappy. He was punishing us. It was a punishment from heaven and a curse. Coming to our place would bring bad luck."

The village chief was helpless, so he went to the town and then to the county for help.

The money was paid, but the problem was still not solved. For the sake of the money, the county chief said to report it to the Immortal Sect and let them go back and wait for news, but don't hold out too much hope. After all, if they are lucky, they won't have to deal with this trouble. If they can't wait for anyone, they can solve it themselves.

"After I came back, everyone waited for the immortals to come every day, but they kept waiting and waiting. We couldn't stand it any longer!" The village chief burst into tears. "We didn't know whether you would come or how long we would have to wait, so we listened to the chief clerk's advice."

The chief clerk said that the river god was angry because they never offered sacrifices to him, and that perhaps offering sacrifices would help.

How could the village chief not know that this was a human sacrifice? But if one person's life could really save the whole village, then it would be a good deal no matter how you calculated it!

If they fail... If they fail, they will die sooner or later anyway, Arya just leaves a step earlier.

Did the village chief regret it? Actually, no. He still doesn't think it was wrong. He even thinks that he worked hard for the villagers and finally found such a solution that might really solve the problem.

They didn't necessarily believe that the immortals would be able to solve the problem. After all, compared with these young immortals, the river god was definitely more powerful, right?
No one who can be a village chief is stupid. Even if they think the river god is more trustworthy, they will never say it in front of the immortal.

He was just afraid that if the ritual was not completed, it would cause bad consequences, or that the good results would be ruined by these immortals. He was also afraid that these immortals would use this matter to convict him...

The village chief had never seen a monk before, he had only heard that they were powerful, but no matter how powerful they were, they were not as powerful as gods. But no matter how powerful they were, crushing people like them to death was no more difficult than stepping on an ant.

He didn't know what the outcome would be, and he was afraid that the interrupted ceremony would make the river god even more angry and bring even greater disaster to their village.

But no matter what he thought, when these immortals appeared, he had no right to speak. He could only try his best to get himself out of the matter and not anger them.

The wind suddenly picked up, and the villagers subconsciously looked up to see where the wind came from while trying to block it. They happened to see a column of water rising from the river, carrying a transparent bubble high up to the same height as the river bank. It gently sent the bubble to the shore like a human hand, and then retreated silently.

The bubbles dissipated, and the two people standing inside were the immortals who jumped into the river earlier. They were all wet and still dripping with water. The one in red clothes on the ground between the two people... They really brought Arya back!

As soon as Lin Fan came back, Jin Tong didn't bother to quarrel with others. She took a few steps forward, but was not as fast as Mu Jingjing who had been standing on the shore. She had already taken out a cloak and wrapped it around Lin Fan.

Du Xingyu was also feeling wet and uncomfortable, but he was a man after all and had no need to cover himself.

Seeing the air flowing in Lin Fan's cloak, a thin white mist rose from the cloak in an instant. Du Xingyu also stood over and said to Mu Jingjing with a smile: "Junior Sister Mu, can you lend me some light?"

Mu Jingjing threw out a ball of fire casually. Du Xingyu moved his fingers slightly, and the wind wrapped around the fireball, stretching it and circling around his body several times. Soon his clothes were half dry.

"Thank you." Du Xingyu clasped his fists and smiled, turned around to check on Arya's condition, but was blocked by the fan.

"Let Jintong come." Yu Sinian said.

Jin Tong looked at Lin Fan with some fear. "Senior Sister..."

Lin Fan had a lot of clothes that were not yet dry, and nodded to Jin Tong: "She is not dead."