"Who the fuck told you river gods spend every day picking things up? Ghost Qi +9999!"
"What do you mean by this?" the River God asked coldly.
Jiang Chen walked over step by step, powerful force spreading across the water as he strode over it as though it were solid ground.
"Someone dropped something. Shouldn't a river god help pick it up, then take out a gold hammer and a silver hammer, and finally give them all to me?"
He looked as though this were only natural.
"Where the fuck am I supposed to find you a gold hammer and a silver hammer? Ghost Qi +9999!"
"Go back where you came from. I have no hammers here. You're strong, but if you don't want to destroy our old pact, you'd better not set foot in this river!" the River God warned icily.
"No hammers?" Jiang Chen looked increasingly displeased and stared at the River God for a long time. "I get it. You don't even have a river god's most basic ability. You must be an impostor, right?"
"An impostor..." The River God froze.
"The Ghost-Sacrificing Lineage once made a pact with our Nine Provinces, establishing an alliance. As a member of the Netherworld, I discovered today that a Weird Object had impersonated this river's god, so I helpfully intervened and killed it."
After saying this, Jiang Chen nodded to himself. "Yes, perfectly reasonable. Anyway, Luo, record it just like that. Understood?"
On the bank, Luo Ji held a specially made camera in one hand and raised his thumb with the other, indicating that the recording was proceeding normally.
The River God vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
Just as the River God tried to retreat, a terrifying pressure swept over, making the River God shudder, every hair standing on