Chapter 29

He Qinglan glanced at Shui Wuyuan, then looked away again.

It was said that people would turn stupid if they did not sleep, which seemed quite reasonable. Otherwise, how was it that this Rain God had been awake for so many years, yet his brain still looked somewhat unsmart?

It was all because of staying up late and not sleeping.

The two deities each harbored their own thoughts, and their final few steps remained quite quiet. It was only when they got closer and closer to the severed-flow area that both of their expressions changed—

The three riverbank areas that had been cleaned up sparkling-clean by He Qinglan during the daytime were now once again piled high with messy garbage.

Even the river section that previously had no garbage was now blocked tightly by a pile of garbage, halting the flow of the river.

Aside from this reappeared garbage, the luxurious reclining chair and office desk brought over by Shui Wuyuan's motorcade in the evening had also been smashed into scraps, looking heartbreaking.

He Qinglan looked at the garbage all over the ground, his gentle expression along the way gradually turning icy.

As for Shui Wuyuan, he looked at the wreckage of the reclining chair and office desk that had previously satisfied him so much, watching until he suddenly burst out laughing.

Afterward, a Thunderclap exploded across the entire sky of Bicheng, waking up who knew how many sleeping human beings.

"... Courting death!"

Amidst the torrential rain, Shui Wuyuan raised his hand coldly.

The rainwater snaked along the obvious tire tracks and footprints on the ground, resembling countless tyrannical water snakes.

He Qinglan saw the water snakes scattering into the rain and slightly lowered his eyes. It was only when six or seven young men were rolled over here by the rainwater a moment later, screaming in terror, that he suddenly reached out and pressed down on Shui Wuyuan's hand.

At that very instant, Shui Wuyuan's pair of grey, gloomy pupils collided straight into the depths of He Qinglan's dark blue ones:

"You want to stop me?"

He Qinglan met Shui Wuyuan's gaze, not backing down because of his abruptly changing expression:

"Humans are living creatures, too."

"Do not kill casually and become tainted by the miasma."

Ancient deities were not subject to any restraints of the laws of heaven and earth, at least not overtly. Thus, many deities acted wildly and willfully.

However, those reckless deities mostly failed to exist for very long—because of their unbridled actions, they became contaminated with excessive Corrupting Miasma, leading to drastically altered dispositions. They became obsessed with slaughter, destruction, greed, and power, ultimately being backlashed by their obsessions, either degenerating into evil gods or perishing in ruin.

After many deities perished as a result, the ancient deities came to understand that they, too, were merely insignificant specks against heaven and earth.

"Heh... They are merely a few insects and ants, to die is to die. Do they even deserve to have me tainted by the miasma?"

Shui Wuyuan still did not lower his hand. Within the curtain of rain, the seven human beings bound and beaten about by the rainwater were still screaming miserably.

They did not know why they had been tied up and brought here, and this sudden heavy rain along with everything happening right now felt like a terrifying nightmare to them. Not knowing when the nightmare would wake up, they could only cry, shout, and beg.

He Qinglan watched Shui Wuyuan's increasingly gloomy pupils, as if the next instant he would let the rainwater submerge everything.

This was the true appearance of the Rain God after thousands of years; how could there be anything easy-going about him?

"In that case, take them and leave my river."

"Get lost far away, don't be an eyesore."

After speaking, He Qinglan released the hand holding down Shui Wuyuan, as if he no longer intended to bother with any of his actions.

Only, Shui Wuyuan's eyes were still fixed on him gloomily, as though he were deciding what to do the next moment, when he heard that clear, cold voice once again:

"You get lost far away as well. Once you're dirty, don't let me see you."

Shui Wuyuan's gaze flickered, and a moment later he sneered: "You tell me to leave and I leave? Then where would my face be."

"They're just a few meddling humans anyway, dying would let them off way too easily."

Thus, the heavy rain inexplicably lessened at this moment, and simultaneously the seven youths who had been bound in midair and thrashed about by the rainwater dropped down one by one, emitting painful groans.

Liu Dalong

was the leader of these seven hoodlum youths. Lying on the ground right now, he doubted his life.

He had merely brought his underlings over to dump some garbage, just to teach a lesson to that plastic-surgery Xiaobai who had stolen Brother Feng's thunder during the day. Yet as soon as the garbage was dumped and the money hit his account, just as he and his brothers were preparing to go eat some late-night hot pot, the sky suddenly cracked with a loud thunderclap, and heavy rain came pelting down on their heads, soaking them through to the skin.

If that were all, it wouldn't have been a big deal; summer thunderstorms were quite normal. But afterward, the second-hand cars all seven of them drove inexplicably stalled. When they got out to check, they were bound by rainwater and dragged away!!

Heaven knew what Liu Dalong was thinking when he was bound by the rainwater; at best his whole body was stiff and his face was pale, while the most cowardly brother in their car had pissed his pants directly.

Then...

Liu Dalong did not let himself keep thinking, and quickly saw a person walk up in front of him.

He abruptly raised his head to look upward, and what met his eyes was that excessively beautiful face, but at this moment Liu Dalong felt a chill radiating through his entire body just looking at it.

It was clearly pouring rain! Not a single strand of this person's hair was wet!! Not even the shoes on his feet were stained with the slightest bit of mud—how could this be possible!!

"Why did you litter?"

Liu Dalong heard this Demon Pretty Boy ask him.

Having mixed in the underworld, Liu Dalong understood almost instantly that they had provoked someone they shouldn't have. Regardless of whether this person was an Immortal Pretty Boy or a Demon Pretty Boy, they couldn't afford to provoke him at all!!!

Therefore, without waiting for He Qinglan to say anything else, Liu Dalong spilled everything about Gao Feng paying them to come over and make trouble by dumping the garbage.

"Immortal Pretty Boy, sir, please be magnanimous and don't bicker with mortals like us! We don't normally litter either; this time we just did it to earn some living expenses!! That guy simply gave too much!!

Please don't argue with us, we'll help you pick up all the garbage and tidy it right now!!"

He Qinglan looked at him without speaking, and cold sweat broke out all over Liu Dalong: "If you don't mind, we'll stay right here and help you pick up garbage! Until you're satisfied! I really beg you, on weekdays we just collect money and run errands, and the worst thing we've ever done is chase debts—we've truly never done anything truly evil!"