Lin Yu's life of traveling through time

Chapter 182 Water Ghost (5)

Lin Yu was very calm after watching the video that Lao Liu gave him, but Lao Liu was a little nervous. Every tap of the finger on the table made people feel nervous.

"There are still people who love their daughters, and there is still hope. But this is Wang Er's daughter. Wang Er!" Lin Yu's mouth curled up slightly. Lao Liu swallowed his saliva. Oh my god, the host is angry!

Three days passed in a flash. A magnificent platform was built by the river, with red silk and green curtains dancing in the wind. The platform was filled with various offerings: fat cattle and sheep, fine silks, and jars of fragrant wine.

A group of musicians in their best clothes were playing festive music with all their might, but the tune seemed particularly strange at this moment.

By the river, a large boat decorated with red silk and hung with white lanterns was docked, waiting for the arrival of the "bride".

"The auspicious time has arrived! The sacrifice begins."

At the witch's command, the villagers put the offerings onto another wooden boat. With a strong push, the boat slowly floated towards the center of the river.

Lin Yu took a closer look and found that they were indeed just fake goods. The witch had withheld a lot of things. The boat had been tampered with and slowly sank in the middle of the river.

Sure enough, the witch heard a loud cry: "The great river god accepts gifts and invites the bride."

At this time, a beautiful woman with tears streaming down her face was dragged by several maids to the riverside. She was wearing a bright red wedding dress, but she looked so sad and helpless.

The woman was Wang Xiaohua. When Xiaohua's mother saw her crying daughter, her face turned cold and she looked at the fortune teller awkwardly.

The witch said: "Don't cry, it is your honor to marry the river god. The village will set up a memorial tablet for you in the future. Just marry with peace of mind."

Wang Er pushed Xiaohua's mother and asked her to go away so that Wang Xiaohua would not cry. If she made people unhappy, the twenty taels of silver would be wasted, which would be bad.

Xiaohua's mother walked over, took out a handkerchief, wiped Xiaohua's tears, and for the first time said softly, "Today is a good day for Xiaohua to get married. Mother knows you are reluctant to let her go, but only when the bride is happy can the river god be happy. It would be bad if you angered the river god."

Wang Xiaohua heard the threat in her mother's words, but she was about to die. So what did it matter if it was a threat or not? This life was truly bitter, and nothing was ever decided by anyone. That was all.

Wang Xiaohua's expression turned cold, and she was supported silently. Xiaohua's mother covered her head with a red veil and pretended to wipe away her tears.

Occasionally, faint cries could be heard from the crowd, but they were sternly stopped by someone who said, "Sending a bride off is a happy occasion, why are you crying?"

Girls of the same age suddenly felt a sense of grief, but what could they do?

Lin Yu couldn't bear it and wanted to give them another chance to regret, so he used magic to control the river water.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and huge waves surged on the river.

Lin Yu originally wanted them to give up and express their dissatisfaction, but unexpectedly the opposite happened, and it was because Lin Yu used the wrong method.

Everyone knelt on the ground in fear, muttering to themselves, begging He Bo to calm down.

The witch took the opportunity to stand on the altar and speak out: "Respected River God, today is your wedding day. On this auspicious day, with reverence and piety, we offer you this beautiful and pure bride. May you accept her, calm your anger, and bless this land."

"Hurry up and send the bride aboard," the old patriarch said hastily. Originally, he just wanted to make some money, after all, sacrificing a few girls wouldn't be a big deal, but seeing this scene with his own eyes made him believe in the existence of the river god.

Lao Liu gloated and said, "Host, you messed up! Host is truly a god-like assistant."

Lin Yu glared at Lao Liu and said, "Isn't this the warning you said? I told you it wouldn't work! Now you see it with your own eyes."

Lao Liu stared at himself in amazement for a long moment before he said, "Blame me? Host, you're really good at passing the buck."

In this chaos and fear, Wang Xiaohua was ruthlessly pushed onto the big boat, which slowly sailed into the river.

The big ship was naturally also rigged. With every step the ship took, the river water would spread into the ship little by little through the gaps.

Wang Xiaohua could no longer hold back. Everyone has a desire to survive, and at this moment she was scared. The shadow of death kept looming over her, making her curl up and cry bitterly. She did not shout for help because she knew that the people on the shore would not save her.

Lin Yu shook his head and waved his hand. A thick white fog rose from the river surface, instantly wrapping up the big ship.

When the people on the shore saw this, they thought it was the river god appearing. The fortune-teller who was pretending to be a wizard became a little nervous, thinking that it couldn't be true.

Her eyes rolled, thinking that maybe this business could be continued for a long time, and she wouldn't have to worry about the villagers realizing that she had to run away.

"No, host, why don't you show up? You beat them to a pulp and scared them to death. Let's see if they dare to do it again. What are you trying to do? This will make them believe in the existence of a river god even more." Lao Liu was puzzled as to why the host didn't act as agreed!

"Save them first, then go have some fun with them at night. The River God is the River God, and I have the final say on what to do. Since you believe in me, you have to listen to me."

Wang Xiaohua's red veil had long since drifted away. She looked at the white mist surrounding her and felt terrified.

Wang Xiaohua looked around nervously, and vaguely saw a dark figure standing tall at the bow of the ship.

Lin Yu pushed aside the clouds and mist, holding a fan with a gentle expression, for fear of scaring Wang Xiaohua.

"Girl, don't be afraid."

Wang Xiaohua flinched and stammered, "Are you the River... the River God?" The fear in her eyes was undeniable. Her fingers, clutching the hem of her clothes, turned pale, making Wang Xiaohua look even more nervous.

Lin Yu fanned himself and leisurely sat at the bow of the boat, saying, "That's the name they gave me, so let's just leave it as it is. What do you think, young lady?"

Perhaps Lin Yu's gentle attitude made Wang Xiaohua relax a little. When asked this question, she smiled bitterly with tears in her eyes and said, "What thoughts do I have? I'm dead, right?"

Lin Yu turned his head and said, "Who said you were dead? I don't know what the people in your village think. They just believed the nonsense that the witch said and even made up a story about the river god getting married. I'd rather die than be stupid."

Wang Xiaohua probably didn't expect the legendary river god to be like this. She stared with wide eyes and asked, "So, are you the river god?"

"What do you think? Why are you fussing over this? Do you want to go back?"

Wang Xiaohua lowered her head, making it difficult to discern her expression. "Go back? I can't. I'm already a dead person in their eyes. The memorial tablet has already been set up: Wang, the wife of the River God."

"Do you want revenge?"

Wang Xiaohua was stunned. She didn't understand, but she couldn't accept it. Past events flashed through her mind. She remembered her childhood friend, Sister Rong, who had been drowned by her biological father. They had done nothing wrong, so why had they suffered such injustice? And Sister Xiuxiu, who just wanted to be with the man she loved and didn't want to marry the butcher her father had arranged for her, was torn apart, not only to be sold to a wealthy young master in a ghost marriage, and buried alive?

Hate it? Yes, I do. But more than that, I feel helpless...

Just like this, a man and a ghost sat on the boat, one listening to the other's story, as if to pour out all the pain in their lives.

And Lin Yu had an idea in his mind.