Chapter 296: Little River God

Fubo's second addition and molding came to an end, and the excitement in the Great Marsh had just begun.

A downpour, rain hitting the reed leaves.

The reed leaves rubbed against each other, forming a sound wave.

Hiding at home to avoid the rain, enjoying the delicious food, the otter tribe suddenly felt a trace of unease, and a murderous aura faintly drifted into the nose tip along with the raindrops.

The one-eyed otter, who was the tribe leader, showed alertness.

It put down the big fish it was eating halfway, stood up, its tall figure fully displayed; when on tiptoe, its head could almost poke out of the reed marsh.

The strong back was covered in scars, and even fur didn't grow where the flesh bulged, highlighting the great achievements of this leader.

The heavy rain caused a layer of thin mist to rise in the Great Marsh.

In the haze, the one-eyed otter vaguely saw several figures floating on the water surface, approaching the reed marsh where the tribe lived.

The one-eyed otter narrowed its eyes, subconsciously bared its sharp teeth, opened its five claws, and cold light flashed on the sharp hooked claws.

When they got closer, the leading big otter revealed its true face.

The one-eyed otter knew the visitors were not kind, and a high-pitched hiss came from its throat.

Hearing the hiss, the whole family of twelve otters stretched their bodies like civet cats, stepped on the mud and marsh, jumped quickly to the leader's side, lined up in a row, and hissed in unison at the otter family approaching.

The big otter standing on the fat catfish's big head was unafraid; it put its hands on its hips and commanded the family otters to respond and counterattack!

No mediation, no negotiation, no compromise!

Fight!

Fight!

Fight!

Shame must be washed away with blood!

The desire to fight was like a raging fire; facing the defeated opponent, the one-eyed otter waved its sharp claws and rushed into the Great Marsh first.

Splash, splash!

The sound of falling into the water sounded one after another; a full twelve spirit monster otters jumped into the Great Marsh, spreading out like black giant birds, and this giant bird spreading its wings took the one-eyed otter as the "head."

Not afraid at all!

However, the distance between the two sides was close to a hundred meters, and the one-eyed otter suddenly discovered the big catfish and the big crocodile under the big otter.

Helpers!

The other side found helpers!

Not talking about otter morality!

The one-eyed otter was extremely annoyed, but it was still not afraid.

Otter warriors have no fear in their hearts!

Twelve against eight, the advantage is with the tribe!

Defend the home!

With the blessing of firm belief, the swimming speed of the twelve otters suddenly accelerated.

When the other side swam within fifty meters, the big otter also waved its claws, and a total of six otters jumped into the Great Marsh simultaneously.

The fat catfish and Cannot-Move dispersed to both sides, acting as flanks for encirclement and support.

Waves surged.

Twelve water marks in the south and eight water marks in the north moved toward each other, colliding in an instant!

Clatter!

The one-eyed otter and the big otter hugged together, scratching wildly with their sharp claws, kicking fiercely with their hind legs, a total of eight sharp claws shaking out afterimages.

You scratch my face, I poke your eyes.

Kick the belly, pull the tail.

Accompanied by the close-quarters combat of the main generals, the rest of the otters followed one after another.

A bloody storm arose, the whole Great Marsh was in a mess, and there were struggling swimming sounds everywhere.

Two otters separated from the tribe to surround Cannot-Move; they moved flexibly and reacted quickly, looking for an opportunity to climb onto the big crocodile.

Slash.

Sparks flashed and extinguished on the Great Marsh, and the otter looked blankly at its broken sharp claws.

Cannot-Move scratched its waist and abdomen, looked sideways at the otter; this provocation made the otter furious, and it bit Cannot-Move's limbs with its mouth.

It was a bit painful.

Cannot-Move kept shaking its claws, trying to shake off the otters, but the two otters seemed to have grown on it.

The fat catfish was also surrounded by otters; it flicked its tail to pull away two otters that were surrounding it, turned its head to look at the otters mixed in a group, and suddenly felt dazed, not knowing which side was the one that gave it roasted fish to eat.

Just as it was stunned, the big otter had already fallen into a disadvantage.

It was completely not the one-eyed otter's opponent; after only a few breaths of fighting, it was beaten until its head was dizzy.

The big otter was grabbed by the one-eyed otter by the otter hair on its head, slammed into the water, and scratched hard with sharp claws, blood drifting out in wisps.

The big otter choked on several mouthfuls of water; it struggled hard, accidentally caught sight of the dazed fat catfish, and was so angry that it screamed, finally attracting the fat catfish's attention.

There were eighteen otters in total, and the one-eyed one was the biggest and easiest to identify.

Seeing the cook who roasted fish for it being beaten to a pulp, the fat catfish immediately rushed over to help.

Charge, charge, charge!

"The fish-cats are fighting again."

Three fishermen wearing rain capes passed by the reed marsh in a boat, squinting and looking at the bloody storm on the Great Marsh.

"Such big fish-cats, could it be they have become spirits?"

The younger fisherman found it fun; the other two older ones were surprised.

"Don't you know? There have always been fish-cats here, bigger than those in other places, and they can catch big crocodiles of three or four meters; they must have become spirits!

It's just that there were only five or six in the reed marsh before, not many; it's been a month, don't know how they became more than ten, thought they came from somewhere else, and merged with the original ones; it seems the ten-plus are all outsiders, and the original ones were driven away."

The young fisherman looked at the excitement and pointed to the commotion: "Yo, there's a crocodile? I saw the tail; did the fish-cat find a helper?"

"Strange, smarter than humans! My kid was beaten yesterday and didn't know how to go home and call for help; not as good as these fish-cats."

"Wait, is there a fish? Why does it look so familiar?" The young fisherman rubbed his chin, only feeling that another black tail was unexpectedly familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but before he could remember, he was dragged away by the other two fishermen.

"Stop watching the excitement, the fish-cats are fierce enough; spirit-becoming fish-cats must be very powerful, be careful of causing trouble."

"Exactly, exactly."

Another fisherman echoed.

The young fisherman was persuaded by the two, feeling it made sense, and hurriedly rowed the boat away.

When they arrived at Shangrao Port.

The young fisherman who had been thinking deeply had his eyes light up: "I remember, before, two miles east of Shangrao Port, wasn't there a 'Little River God'?"

"Little River God? You mean the 'Little River God' that often throws fish out?" The other fishermen were stunned. "Have you seen what the 'Little River God' looks like?"

This year, there was a place in Yixing Town that was passed down among fishermen; it was said that in a certain water area east of Shangrao Port, as long as one prayed devoutly, there would be a Little River God sending fish up.

Fishermen who didn't believe in evil often went there to try their luck, and five or six out of ten succeeded, repeatedly testing it.

Hey, it's much more spiritual than the Bodhisattva Temple!

It's not worth going to try your luck in spring, summer, and autumn; getting those two fish is not as good as casting a net to fish, but in winter, sometimes you can't catch a fish, and getting one or two is a good thing.

Gradually, such a legend of the "Little River God" came out.

"Only saw it once, saw a tail, it looked exactly like the one just now!"

Hearing the young fisherman speak so decisively, the other two couldn't help but suspect.

"Why would the 'Little River God' go to help the beaver fight?"

The young fisherman frowned in thought, and after a while shouted: "I understand!"

"What do you understand again?"

"That place was originally the home of the six otters, right? The 'Little River God' must be helping that group of otters seek justice!"

Seek justice?

The crowd was stunned, thoughtful.

The young fisherman excitedly suggested: "Shall we go back and see?"

"No... you go if you want, I'm not going."

"I'm not going either; in case the 'Little River God' is unhappy, I don't dare."

The two shook their heads one after another.

Lord Ye loving dragons is probably what it looks like.

The proposer was quite frustrated and followed the crowd ashore.

After selling the fish catch at the fishing stall, the three went home separately.

The cold and clear fishing stall looked at the big fish, estimating that no more fishermen would come back, and just as it was about to close the stall, it suddenly saw a figure rushing out of the port and rowing toward the distance.

Before it could remind, the figure disappeared.

However, when the small boat rowed into the reed marsh, it was already empty.

Lu Zhai.

White mist curled, the whole courtyard was like a fairyland on earth.

The red demon-eye-like furnace dimmed and extinguished in the downpour.

The last fist-sized piece of Ink Dragon Gold was divided into another piece, condensed into the shape of a spear end, and installed on Fubo by Lu Gang.

Spirit addition successful!

Liang Qu couldn't wait to try the divine weapon, but was stopped by Yang Dongxiong: "No rush."

Lu Gang said: "Master, let junior brother try it first, it's not too late."

Yang Dongxiong shook his head: "Intercepting the Qi machine is best when it just comes out of the furnace, the momentum is the strongest; you help junior brother a big favor, junior brother should also help you a small favor."

Intercepting the Qi machine?

Liang Qu endured his nature to observe; his footsteps were still weak at the moment, so he was indeed not in a hurry.

Lu Zao took out a long scroll of silk from the inner room, an inkstone; the ink stick in the inkstone was very strange, actually black-gold.

Lu Gang came to the eaves with his father to grind ink.

After grinding the ink, Lu Zao applied the ink evenly on Liang Qu's Fubo spear, Lu Gang took the opportunity to roll up the silk, and carried out rubbing.

Unrolled again, a blurred long spear shape was printed on the silk.

Strangely, after a while, the ink in the gaps of the silk cloth gradually gathered, completely turning into the shape of a long spear!

Exactly the same as Fubo!

Even concentrating his spirit, he could faintly feel the sharpness of the long spear in the painting!

Liang Qu didn't understand: "This is?"

Yang Dongxiong looked at Lu Gang, Lu Gang explained: "It is Qi machine rubbing; usually speaking, if a weapon forger forges an extraordinary weapon, they will carry out Qi machine rubbing.

Selecting the sharp Qi released when the weapon is just forged, rubbing it on a painting cloth or painting paper, is a way of proof, proving that this weapon forger has forged such a divine weapon.

Liang Qu pondered slightly, and hit his palm with his fist: "I understand, the 'Miraculous Hand Rejuvenates' banner in the medical clinic!"

The crowd's thoughts stalled.

Lu Zao reacted and laughed loudly: "Exactly, exactly, it's the 'Miraculous Hand Rejuvenates' banner!" ===== CHAPTER 297 =====