Feng Fuce listened and looked over coldly.
With just a glance, Lei Hu and the others stopped their actions.
"Who told you that doing this could calm the River God's anger?"
"A Fangshi." Huang Buren said weakly: "Wearing a straw hat, a black cap, with scars on his hands, he said it."
Bai Zhi'er furrowed her brows: "Didn't you see anything about him?"
"No... I don't even know his name, months ago, he passed by our village and said our village was under dark clouds, with impending disaster."
"He said our village land is drought-stricken, yielding no crops, and even when fishing, the boats would capsize repeatedly."
"It was because the women in our village angered the River God while washing clothes by the river."
"To calm the River God's anger, there is only one way, that is to sacrifice all the women in the village by throwing them into the river."
"With just four sacrifices, we could appease the River God, and both crops and fishing would be fine."
