It was too far away. He only saw Wu wave a hand without even turning around. Before he could get a closer look, a strange force scattered the swarm of insects, and then a heavy slap landed on his left cheek, sending him flying.
A Biao's head lolled to one side, and he passed out.
Before the sound of crying came, rain began to fall.
The rain chilled him to the bone. The Fatty wiped some off with his hand and frowned. "What's going on? Why is there mud in this rain?"
Jiang Cheng looked up at the sky. Only a sliver of a waning moon hung above them, and all the dark clouds had dispersed. This wasn't rain at all. It was river water brought up from the riverbed by the one who was crying!
The River Goddess... had come!
Wu's injuries had been left by the River Goddess.
"Look!" Du Moyu suddenly stared in one direction, his face deathly pale.
Following his gaze, they saw a path winding through the woods.
At the end of the path, a figure was slowly approaching.
But they clearly remembered that there... should have been a forest there. At least, there had been half an hour ago. They remembered clearly: there hadn't been a path at all!
The figure seemed to move slowly, step by step, yet her speed was impossible to comprehend. In just a few breaths, she had covered half the distance, and her silhouette was becoming clearer and clearer.
At last, they could make her out.
A red wedding dress, a red veil, red embroidered shoes... The woman was dressed in a bride's traditional attire, the red so vivid it hurt the eyes. Her slender, lily-white hands rested gently in front of her, and she looked demure.
Her legs