Little River God

The second phase of the Fubo sculpture project is nearing its end, but the excitement in Great Marsh is just beginning.

The rain poured down, pounding against the reeds.

The reeds rubbed against each other, creating a sound.

The River Otter Tribe, sheltering from the rain and enjoying their food at home, suddenly felt a sense of unease; a faint murderous aura drifted into their nostrils along with the raindrops.

The One-Eyed River Otter, the tribal chief, looked wary.

It put down the large Big Fish it was half-eating, stood up, and its tall body was fully visible. When it stood on tiptoe, its head could almost peek out from the reeds.

His strong back was covered with scars, and no hair grew on the raised parts of his skin, which showed the great war achievements of this chieftain.

The torrential rain caused a thin layer of mist to rise over the Great Marsh.

In the hazy light, the One-Eyed River Otter vaguely spotted several figures floating on the water, approaching the reeds where the tribe lived.

The One-Eyed River Otter squinted, instinctively baring its sharp teeth and opening its five claws, the sharp hooks gleaming with a cold light.

As they got closer, the lead Great River Otter revealed its true form.

The One-Eyed River Otter knew the visitor was hostile and let out a high-pitched hiss.

Hearing the hiss, the entire Lineage twelve River Otter stretched out like raccoons, leaped quickly through the mud to the leader, lined up in a row, and growled in unison at the approaching family of River Otter.

The Great River Otter, standing atop the Fat Catfish's massive head, remained unfazed. With its hands on its hips, it directed the domestic otter to respond and retaliate!

There was no mediation, no negotiation, no compromise!

Fighting!

Fighting!

Fighting!

Shame must be washed away with blood!

With a burning desire to fight, the One-Eyed River Otter brandished its claws and charged into the Great Marsh, leading the charge against its defeated foes.

Splash, splash! The sound of falling into the water rang out one after another. A total of twelve Spirit Monster River Otter jumped into the Great Marsh and spread out like a giant black bird, with the One-Eyed River Otter as the "leader" of this giant bird with outstretched wings.

Not afraid at all!

However, when the two were nearly 100 meters apart, the One-Eyed River Otter suddenly spotted the large catfish and Giant Crocodile under the Great River Otter.

Helper!

The other party found help!

No morals whatsoever!

The One-Eyed River Otter was extremely annoyed, but it remained unafraid.

The River Otter warrior feels no fear!

Twelve against eight, the advantage lies with the tribe!

Wei Family!

Fueled by unwavering determination, the twelve River Otter suddenly increased their swimming speed.

Once the other otter swam within fifty meters, the Great River Otter also swung its paw, and a total of six River Otter jumped into the Great Marsh simultaneously.

The Fat Catfish and the Cannot Move fish spread out to the sides to provide flanking support.

The waves were surging.

The twelve watermarks to the south and the eight watermarks to the north flowed towards each other and collided in an instant! Splash! The One-Eyed River Otter and the Great River Otter embraced each other, scratching wildly with their claws and kicking violently with their legs, their eight sharp claws leaving afterimages.

You scratch my face, I'll poke your eye.

Kick its belly and pull its tail.

As the main general engaged in close combat, the other River Otter followed suit.

Blood Rain storm raged, throwing the entire Great Marsh into chaos, with the sounds of struggling swimmers echoing everywhere.

Two River Otter, Cannot Move. They were agile and quick-witted, and seized the opportunity to climb onto the Giant Crocodile.

Sizzle.

A spark extinguished on the Great Marsh, River Otter stared blankly at its broken claw.

Cannot Move, he scratched his belly and glanced sideways at the River Otter. This provocation enraged the River Otter, which opened its mouth and bit his Cannot Move limbs.

It really hurts.

Cannot Move, it kept waving its paws, trying to shake off the River Otter, but the two River Otter seemed to be attached to its body.

The Fat Catfish was also surrounded by River Otter. It flicked its tail and pulled away two River Otter that had surrounded it. Turning its head to look at the River Otter fighting each other, it suddenly became confused, not knowing who was the one who was supposed to grill the fish for it.

While it was still in a daze, the Great River Otter had already fallen into a disadvantageous position.

It was no match for the One-Eyed River Otter; after only a few breaths of fighting, it was left dizzy and disoriented.

The Great River Otter was grabbed by the mane on its head by the One-Eyed River Otter, shoved into the water, and scratched hard with its sharp claws, causing streaks of blood to seep out.

The Great River Otter choked on several mouthfuls of water and struggled violently. It inadvertently caught sight of the dazed Fat Catfish and became furious, squeaking and yelling until it finally attracted the Fat Catfish's attention.

There were a total of eighteen River Otter, and the one with one eye was the largest and easiest to identify.

Seeing the chef who was grilling fish for him being beaten to a pulp, Fat Catfish immediately rushed over to help.

Charge! Charge! Charge! "The fish and cats are fighting again."

Three fishermen, wearing straw raincoats, rowed past the Reed Marsh, squinting as they gazed at the Blood Rain raging on the Great Marsh.

"That fish-cat is so big, is it perhaps a spirit?"

The younger fishermen found it amusing, while the two older ones were surprised.

"You don't know? There have always been fish-cats here, and they're bigger than the ones elsewhere. They can even catch Giant Crocodile that are over ten feet long. They must be supernatural beings!"

There were only five or six in the Reed Marsh originally, not many. About a month later, somehow the number increased to more than ten. I thought they had come from somewhere else and merged with the original ones. It seems all ten-plus are outsiders; the original ones were driven away.

The young fisherman, seeing the unusual sight, pointed and asked, "Hey, a Crocodile? I saw its tail. Did the fish-cat find some help?"

"Strange, smarter than a human! My son got beaten up yesterday and didn't even know to go home and call for help. He's not as smart as this cat."

"Wait, isn't there another fish? Why does it look so familiar?" The young fisherman rubbed his chin, feeling that the other black tail looked unexpectedly familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. However, before he could remember, he was dragged away by the other two fishermen.

"Don't just watch the show. Fish-cats are fierce enough, and a fish-cat that has become a spirit might be incredibly powerful. Be careful not to cause trouble."

"Absolutely, absolutely."

Another fisherman responded.

The young fisherman, persuaded by the two men, realized their reasoning and hurriedly rowed away.

When they arrived at Shang Rao Wharf.

The young fisherman, who had been deep in thought, suddenly brightened up. "I remember now, wasn't there a ' Little River God ' two miles east of Shang Rao Wharf?"

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

This year, there is a place that fishermen in Yi Xing Town have been talking about by word of mouth. It is said that in a certain body of water east of Shang Rao Wharf, as long as you pray sincerely, Little River God will bring you fish.

Fishermen who didn't believe in superstitions often went there to try their luck, and five or six out of ten of them succeeded, it never failed.

Hey, it's much more effective than any temple dedicated to Buddha!

It's not worth trying your luck in spring, summer, and autumn; you might as well cast a net and catch more fish than catch two. But in winter, sometimes you might not catch a single fish, so catching one or two is still a good thing.

Gradually, the legend of the "Little River God" emerged.

"I've only seen it once, I saw its tail, and it looked exactly like the one I just saw!"

Hearing the young fisherman's confident assertions, the other two couldn't help but become suspicious.

"Why did the ' Little River God ' go to fight for the River Otter?"

The young fisherman frowned in thought, then after a long while exclaimed, "I understand!"

"What do you know?"

"Wasn't that place the home of six River Otter? ' Little River God ' must be seeking justice for those River Otter!"

Seeking justice? Everyone was taken aback, seemingly lost in thought.

The young fisherman excitedly suggested, "Why don't we go back and take a look?"

"No, I don't want to go... You guys go, I'm not going."

"I'm not going either. I don't dare to offend the ' Little River God '."

Both of them shook their heads upon hearing this.

This is roughly what is meant by "Lord Ye's love of dragons" (a Chinese idiom referring to someone who is ter

The proposer was quite frustrated and followed the others Shang An.

After selling their catch at the Fishing Wharf, the three of them went home.

The fisherman at the deserted Fishing Wharf stared at the Big Fish, guessing that no more fishermen would return. Just as he was about to pack up, he suddenly saw a figure rush out from the dock and row away into the distance.

Without being warned, the figure vanished.

However, by the time the small boat entered the Reed Marsh, it was already empty.

At the Lu Residence.

The wisps of white mist made the entire courtyard seem like a fairyland.

The crimson Furnace, like a demon's eye, dimmed and went out in the torrential rain.

Finally, a piece of the Fist- sized piece of Ink Dragon Gold was separated, condensed into the shape of Spear Tally, and Lu Gang attached it to Fubo.

Plastic addition successful!

Liang Qu was eager to try out the divine weapon, but Yang Dongxiong stopped him, saying, "No rush."

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

Yang Dongxiong shook his head. "It's best to extract the Qi right after it's fresh out of the furnace, when its momentum is at its strongest. You guys go first. You helped your junior brother a lot, so he should help you a little too."

Intercepting the Qi mechanism?

Liang Qu patiently observed; his steps were still unsteady at the moment, so there was no rush.

Lu Zao took out a long scroll of silk cloth and an inkstone from the inner room. The ink stick in the inkstone was very strange, as it was black and gold.

Lu Gang and his father went to grind ink under the eaves.

After grinding the ink, Lu Zao evenly spread the ink on Liang Qu's Subduing Waves Spear, and Lu Gang then rolled up a silk cloth to make a rubbing.

Unfolding it further, a blurry image of a long spear is printed on the silk cloth.

Strangely, not long after, the ink that had seeped into the fabric gradually gathered and completely transformed into the shape of a spear! Exactly like Fubo's! One could even faintly sense the sharpness of the spear in the painting if one concentrated! Liang Qu asked in bewilderment, "What is this?"

Yang Dongxiong looked at Lu Gang, Lu Gang explained, "It's Qi Imprinting. Generally speaking, if a weapon maker creates an extraordinary weapon, they will use Qi Imprinting."

The sharp, piercing energy released when a weapon was first forged was captured and imprinted on canvas or paper; this served as a form of proof that the forger had created such a powerful and divine weapon.

After a moment's thought, Liang Qu clenched his fist and said, "I understand now, the banner in the clinic that reads 'Miraculous Healing Hands'!"

Everyone paused in thought.

Lu Zao realized what was happening and burst into laughter. "That's right, that's right, it's the banner that says 'Miraculous Healing'!"