Chapter 123

According to the exchanges, Gao Banxian pretended to be a ghost on the stage for a while, and then directed everyone to put the sacrifice into the lake. This time, the sacrifice was finished. After a sacrifice, the safety of the village can be guaranteed for more than a year. Therefore, on the one hand, people have great trust in the sacrifice activities of river god, and on the other hand, they are used to it.

Gao Banxian is dancing and chanting on the stage at the moment. As a campus reporter, Qin Fen took photos of the sacrifice from a distance. As a real journalist, Peter certainly won't miss this opportunity. He takes pictures of Gao Banxian on the stage with his camera. At the same time, he turns the camera to shoot the water of Qingyu lake from time to time.

Gao Banxian's sacrificial dance will last for a long time. After all, he was invited by the villagers. If he finished the dance in three or two times, the villagers will inevitably feel that the money is not worth it. Now Gao Banxian is working very hard on the stage so that the villagers can hire him next time.

When everyone was paying attention to Gao Banxian, a little accident happened in the jade lake.

On the calm surface of the green jade lake, there were small bubbles, which were not worth paying attention to, but completely attracted Peter's attention in the past. He stopped and looked at the bubbles rising on the surface of the lake.

"Wow -" a little baby in a woman's arms burst into tears.

"Baby don't cry, baby don't cry!" The peasant woman shook and comforted the child in her arms. Many villagers looked this way.

"Whoa, whoa -" the baby didn't listen to the comfort of the woman and was still crying in her own way.

"Make him stop crying!" The village head reminded the woman. It's time for Gao Banxian to do this. It's not good for children to cry here.

But soon there was more than one child, and more babies were crying in the crowd.

As if the babies had agreed with each other, they began to cry one after another, and the mothers had to comfort each other. The originally quiet crowd became lively.

Gao Banxian on the stage frowned. The reaction of the villagers made him feel a little disrespectful, so he hesitated whether to make up a story to scare them after the sacrifice, and by the way, he could naturally raise the price of the next sacrifice.

This is, Bailu's body suddenly some shake, Qin Fen immediately helped her, and asked with concern: "a Lu, what's the matter with you?"

Bailu pressed her temple with her hand and said softly, "I don't know why. Just now, I suddenly felt dizzy."

"Did you get sunstroke too long?" Qin Fen helped Bailu to the side of the road and squatted down with her. Now the sun is not strong, in theory, it should not be heatstroke.

Bailu shook her head and denied the heat stroke. "It's just a little dizzy for no reason," she said

"Are you sister Lin, who is weak and sick?" Qin Fen told Bailu a joke to comfort her, "even if you are sister Lin, I am not your brother!"

"You know that's bullshit." Bailu knew that she was comforting herself, so she squeezed a smile from her face.

Once Qin Fen opened the conversation box, she couldn't close it. Then she said, "well, I'll call Zhou Shao for you and ask your brother Bao to give you a princess hug and take you home. Do you agree?"

Bailu's face turned red. "Nonsense, nonsense!" Bailu struggled to get up from the ground.

"All right, all right!" Qin Fen followed Bailu to stand up, "I said wrong, blame me!"

Suddenly, Qin Fen also felt dizzy. She and Bailu helped each other.

By this time, some of the villagers had fainted on the ground, and a loud noise was heard in the crowd. But these sounds gradually can't enter Qin Fen's and Bai Lu's brain, not only the hearing becomes weak, but also the scene in front of them becomes blurred.

"What, what's going on?" Gao Banxian stood on the stage, watching the villagers fall to the ground one by one, feeling a little flustered.

"Don't you know Banxian?" There was a voice beside Gao Banxian.

Gao Banxian looked at the source of the voice. It turned out that Peter, a foreign journalist, was standing on the platform.

"What are you doing?" Gao Banxian quickly wants to stop him from coming up. This platform symbolizes an authority, but not everyone can stand up.

But Peter had already come up. He pointed to the lake and calmly said to Gao Banxian, "Banxian, please have a look."

looked at the direction of his fingers. He did not know when the thin mist appeared on the calm lake. Under the fog, the lake was boiling like a bubble.

"What happened?" Gao Banxian was so surprised that he opened his mouth wide. It was not the first time that he was sacrificing by the Qingyu lake, but it was the first time that he encountered such a strange thing. Behind them, the villagers, Qin Fen and Bailu all fell to the ground.

"Am I dreaming?" Gao Banxian patted his cheek with his palm.

"It's reality." Standing beside Gao Banxian, Peter said with a smile, "all this is reality."

"Why did they all faint?" Gao Banxian was in a panic. If he had a choice, now he also wants to faint with others, "Why are you ok?""Aren't you OK, too?" Peter asked him.

"I'm Kunlun fairy!" Gao Banxian pointed to the Chinese characters on his flag and said aloud to Peter. He didn't go to Kunlun to study arts, and Kunlun, who is strict in selecting talents, won't accept such mediocre disciples as Banxian. In his early years, when he was wandering in the Jianghu, Gao Banxian once met a Taoist from Kunlun who called himself "immortal". Gao Banxian followed him and studied Taoism for two months. Two months later, the "immortal" left. No matter how Gao Banxian looked for it, he could never find the trace of the "immortal". But these two months' study is enough for Gao Banxian to have a good time in the world. If he is willing to study hard, he may have made some achievements. But Gao Banxian, who is lazy and lazy, soon leads a life of cheating. I have forgotten all the skills I learned in two months, but I have also wasted most of them.

At present, Gao Banxian only felt his legs trembling. In front of him, the white fog grew thicker.

And around Gao Banxian, Peter still keeps his polite smile, as if nothing in the world can make him lose his manners. Different from Gao Banxian, Peter is one of the best in whatever field he is engaged in.

Photographers, journalists, columnists, cookers, gourmets, black tea plantation owners Gifted, he has numerous identities, of course, including the wizard of the black tower, the first disciple of the king of greed and sickle weasel.

The man most likely to be the seventh wizard king.