Demon King's Repayment - chapter 254

Hu Qing patted Yuan Xiang on the shoulder, “Ah Xiang, what’s the matter with you?”

When Yuan Xiang saw Hu Qing, she came out of the trance.

“Ah Qing, I had a dream of an old man, and he told me that he is He Bo from Lianghe Town.”

Yuan Xiang recounted the situation in the dream roughly.

“You have been entrusted with a task in a dream.  Lianghe Town is not far away, why didn’t he come in person?” Hu Qing sat down beside her, stretched out her hand to twist the pendant on Yuan Xiang’s neck, “Ah Xiang, you should have used my magical tool. Compared with demons, the human spirit is very fragile and easy to be affected or controlled by demons. Your Pisces array could only protect the body, so you must be more careful with mental spells.”

Yuan Xiang remembered her own experience of being drawn into the illusion, “Yes, demons with mental power are indeed powerful. Tan Feng could even use Qi to build a complete and real world, which made me almost obsessed with it. I couldn’t get out of it.”

“You don’t have to be presumptuous.” Hu Qing smiled and put a basin of washed clothes to dry on the clothesline, “You could beat a demon like Tan Feng who uses his eyes, so you are very powerful.”

The clothes hung on the clothesline swayed with the wind, casting mottled shadows on the stone table.

Yuan Xiang touched the stone table on which she had been lying since she was a child. The touch of the stone was icy and cold, and there was a sense of communication and connection with her. Yuan Xiang used her Qi, and the patterns on the table began to flow and a small world faintly appeared in it.

She was able to defeat Tan Feng thanks to her master. If the master was at home and heard He Bo begging to help, he would not sit back and watch.

Yuan Xiang reached out to help Hu Qing put on clothes together, “I’ll go to Lianghe Town to take a look. Maybe there is some incident.”

Lianghe Town and Queqiu Town were close to each other, and the distance was not too far. If she took an ox cart, she could go back and forth in a day. Yuan Xiang had already been there the previous time for Hui Teng.

When she went out, she met Erhua from the neighbor’s house.

Erhua’s father made a living by killing pigs, and he opened a pork shop in the market, and his family was considered rich. Hearing that Yuan Xiang was going to Lianghe Town, Erhua turned around and brought a pair of pig offal with two slices of three layers of meat, and asked Yuan Xiang to take it to the eldest sister who lived in Lianghe Town.

“Sister Dahua married into a good family, so you want to bring this?” Yuan Xiang teased her.

Dahua had several younger brothers, but they did not treat the two girls harshly. For the sake of the daughter’s happiness, they chose a scholar for Dahua, bought a dowry for her, and got her married. She heard that her husband was still a talent.

That was a rare good marriage for traders who sell meat. When discussing marriage, many neighbors envied her.

“You can bring it to the eldest sister.” Erhua stuffed Yuan Xiang with the packed pork, “You haven’t married yet, and the elders in your family spoiled you. How do you know how hard it is to be a wife?”

Yuan Xiang held Nan He, who had become a little wolf, in the bullock cart carrying passengers, and went toward Lianghe Town.

Looking at the sparkling river along the way, Yuan Xiang couldn’t help but talk to the uncle driving the cart to inquire about the situation in Lianghe Town.

“The two river towns, Yuanshui and Yushui, meet here. In the past, there was a flood of water every three to five years. I remember that when I was little, the town often gave the river God a bride for safety. The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl was put on a wedding gown, put on the wooden board and pushed it to the middle of the river.”

The uncle who drove the cart was in his 40s or 50s. He ran a lot on the road, was knowledgeable, and liked to chat, and he could say a few words about everything. The people who talked about that past episode all listened.

“Would the bride come back to her natal house?” A seven or eight year old girl in the cart asked ignorantly.

Her mother held her mouth and shook her head slightly, “Don’t talk about God.”

“They were dedicated to the God of the river, how could they still be in the world?” The uncle continued, “At that time, the bride’s family members were all in the crowd watching the liveliness by the river. The poor family had taken the money, but was still reluctant to bear it. They were unavoidably crying. Sometimes, the bride refused and struggled so hard that she had to be tied up. It was really pitiful.”

“I haven’t heard of it in these years,” a passenger in the cart said.

“About thirty years ago, suddenly dozens of people in the town dreamed of an old man with a white beard that said that he is the river God, so that no one is allowed to sacrifice with living people. The residents of the town abolished the old customs and built a temple, erected two golden statues for him. Sure enough, the weather has been good, and the floods have been much less over the years.”