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Usually, High Half-Immortal would play tricks on the stage, and then command everyone to throw the offerings into the lake. This time, the sacrifices would be done. After a sacrifice, the village would usually be safe for more than a year. Thus, everyone had a lot of trust in the river god's offering, and on the one hand, they had already gotten used to it.

High Half-Immortal was dancing on the stage, muttering some words. As a reporter on campus, Qin Fen was taking photos of the sacrifice from afar. As the real name of the reporter, Peter would of course not miss this opportunity. Holding the camera, while taking a picture of the High Half-Immortal on stage, he would occasionally turn his camera to look at the Qingyu Lake's lake water.

High Half-Immortal's sacrificial dance would last for a long time. After all, he was invited by the villagers to gather funds. If he finished the dance in a few seconds, the villagers would inevitably think that the money was not worth it. In order to hire him for the next round, High Half-Immortal had to put in a lot of effort in jumping on stage.

Just as everyone was focusing on High Half-Immortal, a small change happened in the Qingyu Lake.

On the calm surface of the Qingyu Lake's lake, a small bubble appeared. This small detail, which was not worth paying attention to originally, completely attracted Peter's attention. He stopped what he was doing and looked at the bubbling surface of the lake.

"Wa — —!" A baby in the arms of a woman suddenly began to cry loudly.

"Baby, don't cry, baby, don't cry!" The peasant woman quickly shook the child in her arms to comfort it. Many villagers looked over.

"Wa, wow …" The baby didn't listen to the woman's comfort and continued to cry.

"Hurry up and tell him not to cry!" The village chief reminded the woman. Right now, it was the High Half-Immortal's time to act. It was not a good omen for children to be crying here.

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

The babies started to cry one after another as if they had agreed to something, and the mothers had to comfort them. The silent crowd suddenly became lively.

High Half-Immortal frowned. Below the stage, the villagers' reactions made him feel somewhat disrespected, so he hesitated about whether he should make up a story to scare them after the sacrifice, and also conveniently raise the price for the next sacrifice.

At this time, Bai Lu's body suddenly started swaying. Qin Fen immediately supported her and asked with concern, "A Lou, what's wrong?"

Bai Lu pressed her hand to her temple and softly said, "I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a little dizzy just now."

"Did you suffer from heat stroke for too long?" Qin Fen helped Bai Lu to walk to the side of the road and squatted down beside her. The sunlight was not too strong right now, so theoretically, it shouldn't be sunstroke.

Bai Lu shook her head, denying the theory of heat stroke. She said, "It's just that I feel dizzy for no reason at all."

"Are you the sickly Sister Lin?" Qin Fen told a joke to Bai Lu to console her, "Even if you are Sister Lin, I am not your Big Brother Bao!"

"All you know is nonsense." She knew she was trying to comfort herself, so she forced a smile onto her face.

Once Qin Fen opened her chatterbox, it would be impossible to continue on. She continued: "How about this, I will help you make a call to Zhou Shao, letting your Big Brother Bao to give you a princess hug to bring you home, what do you say?"

Bai Lu's face instantly turned red. Nonsense, nonsense! " Bai Lu struggled to stand up from the ground.

"Alright, alright!" Qin Fen stood up along with Bai Lu, "I was wrong, it's all my fault!"

Suddenly, Qin Fen also felt dizzy. She and Bai Lu supported each other's bodies.

At this moment, one of the villagers had already fainted on the ground as a clamor could be heard from the crowd. However, these voices were gradually unable to reach Qin Fen and Bai Lu's minds. Not only did their hearing become weaker, the scene in front of their eyes also slowly became blurry.

"What, what's going on?" High Half-Immortal stood on stage, watching the villagers fall to the ground, her heart was in a mess.

"Half Immortal, you don't know?" A voice came from the side of High Half-Immortal.

High Half-Immortal immediately looked towards the source of the voice. It turned out to be foreign journalist Peter who was walking towards the arena.

"What are you doing!" High Half-Immortal immediately wanted to stop him from coming up. This earthen platform was a symbol of authority, not just anyone could stand up for him.

However, Peter had already walked over. He pointed at the lake surface and said calmly to the High Half-Immortal, "Half Immortal, please look."

The High Half-Immortal looked in the direction of his finger. Unknowingly, a thin layer of fog had already appeared on the surface of the calm lake. And under this layer of fog, the lake water seemed to be boiling, continuously bubbling up.

"What happened?" High Half-Immortal opened his mouth wide in shock. It was not the first time he was offering sacrifices to the Qingyu Lake, but it was still the first time he had encountered such a strange thing. Behind them, the villagers, Qin Fen and Bai Lu fell to the ground.

"Am I dreaming?" High Half-Immortal lightly slapped her own face.

"It's reality." Peter, who was standing beside High Half-Immortal, said with a smile, "This is all reality."

"Why did they all faint?" High Half-Immortal panicked. If he could choose, he wanted to faint along with the others, "Why are you alright!"

"Aren't you fine?" Peter asked him.

"I'm Immortal Kunlun!" he said. The High Half-Immortal pointed to the chinese characters on his flag and said loudly to Peter. He had never gone to Karakorum to learn art, and Karakorum who chose materials strictly would not accept disciples like High Half-Immortal, who looked very ordinary. When he was travelling in the Jianghu, High Half-Immortal had met a Taoist from Karakorum who called himself a "immortal". High Half-Immortal had learned Tao techniques behind him for two months. After two months, the "immortal" left, and no matter how hard High Half-Immortal tried to find him, he could not find any trace of the "immortal". However, these two months of study were already enough for High Half-Immortal to live his days in the martial arts world. If he was still willing to study hard, perhaps he might even gain some achievements. He might not have forgotten all the skills he had learned in the past two months, but he had wasted most of them.

At the moment, High Half-Immortal only felt his legs trembling uncontrollably. In front of him, the white mist grew thicker and thicker.

Beside the High Half-Immortal, Peter still maintained his polite smile, as if there was nothing in the world that could cause him to lose his composure. Compared to the High Half-Immortal's half-step standard, no matter which industry Peter was in, he was considered one of the top.

Photographer, reporter, columnist, cook, gourmet, planter of black tea plantations... With his superior talent, he had countless identities. Of course, there were also Magi from the Black Tower, the head disciple of the King of Sickle and the Greed.

The man who was most likely to become the seventh Magus King.