Although Ye Qianfan did not understand what the rice grains represented!
Judging by the villagers' ecstatic expressions, he guessed that the River God must have agreed to something.
And it probably had something to do with the rice grains!
"My guess is that it agreed to restore the original flavor of some of their rice."
The Daoist began muttering.
Ye Qianfan nodded and said, "It seems these villagers exchange offerings for things from the River God."
"And the original yellow paper talisman probably contained their message. Whatever the River God sent back represented its response—whether it agreed, or what it would give them."
"Heh!"
"They wanted to trade our Nuo Master's life for benefits? In their dreams!"
Ye Qianfan performed a forward somersault, landing in front of the funeral procession and stopping them from carrying the coffin onto the dock.
When the people in the funeral procession saw Ye Qianfan, their expressions changed drastically. "Why is it you?!"
"Why did you follow us here?"
"Didn't we tell you? If you secretly followed us, we'd all suffer for it!"
"That's right. You're going to suffer!"
Ye Qianfan drew the Nuo Master's sword and slashed at the coffin bearers. The coffin immediately dropped to the ground!
His sudden attack gave them all a terrible fright!
"If you don't get lost right now, I'll send every last one of you into the river to feed the fish!"
"Run!!"
The villagers were rather easily frightened. With just that threat from Ye Qianfan, they dropped everything and fled.
Only the middle-aged man who had accompanied the funeral procession refused to give up. "Nobody runs! We must stand together against these outsiders, or the River God will take its anger out on us!"
"Heh, I'll solve that problem for you."
Ye Qianfan slashed straight at the