Chapter 1: If you want me to die, you've miscalculated

Dragon King, we have brought offerings to you. Please show us mercy and bring us some rain.

Yes, the village has not seen rain for over three months, and all the crops have withered. We beg for your compassion, Dragon King, and ask for a way out.

Wangxing Village, by the sea.

At this moment, the villagers were kneeling on the ground, burning incense and praying for rain in a sacrificial ceremony.

Not far away, a thin and frail girl of fifteen or sixteen was locked in a bamboo cage, constantly crying for help, creating a stark contrast with the frenzied crowd.

"Grandma, please save me. I don't want to be a sacrifice, and I don't want to marry the Dragon King."

"Uncle, please beg them to spare me. I don't want to die."

Yes, she was the chosen sacrifice of the village, Song Haier.

The reason she was chosen was simple. Song Haier had lost her parents at the age of three and had no one to protect her. Additionally, the villagers had pooled their money.

Although these people claimed that marrying the Dragon King was honorable, when it came down to it, no one was willing to sacrifice their own daughter. Just as the villagers were about to draw lots, Grandma Song stepped forward.

As long as everyone could raise ten taels of silver, they would offer Song Haier as a sacrifice to the River God.

Although the villagers were poor, their numbers were large, and with a few copper coins from each family, they easily raised the required amount. The Song family not only received the money but also gained a righteous and honorable reputation, solving the problem of a free meal and achieving three goals at once.

As Song Haier continued to plead in the cage, many people began to feel sorry for her. Song's second son, fearing that the night would bring more dreams, immediately stood up and said, "The village chief says it's time. Push her down quickly."

As soon as these words were spoken, people immediately echoed, "Push her down, push her down, and we will have rain."

"Yes, the auspicious time has come. Don't waste any more time."

"Push her down, push her down."

The crowd suddenly went mad and pushed the bamboo cage towards the river.

At this moment, someone shouted loudly, "We can't do this. The River God is just a superstition. How can you believe in such an unscrupulous and despicable act?"

As the crowd turned around, a handsome young man with patched clothes was panting as he ran to the riverbank.

Song's second daughter-in-law looked at him disdainfully and said with a smirk, "So it's the young lad from the Wang family. You're an outsider, and it's bad enough that you're occupying our land. Now you want to meddle in our affairs. Are you full of yourself?"

Song's second son was furious and grabbed the young man by the collar, saying loudly, "That's right. Don't listen to his nonsense. If you don't have the money, that's fine, but now you want to cause trouble. Get out of here."

"I won't leave. You should release her immediately, or I'll go to the authorities and report that you're committing murder."

The young man was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he had a stubborn look in his eyes.

"Go report to your mother. You little brat, if you dare to make a fuss, I'll throw you in as well."

With a punch, Song's second son knocked the young man to the ground, and the villagers immediately rushed forward and knocked him unconscious.

At the same time, another group of villagers pushed Song Haier into the river, and in the blink of an eye, she disappeared.

Seeing the water gradually calm down, the people suddenly cheered.

"The Dragon King has accepted the sacrifice. The Dragon King has accepted the sacrifice."

"Yes, now we will finally have rain."

"Great, the crops are finally saved."

As the people danced with excitement, Song Haier, who was supposed to be dead, suddenly opened her eyes.

A suffocating feeling compressed her chest, and she choked on a mouthful of water. The strong desire to survive made her tear a hole in the bamboo cage, and with a twist of her petite body, she swam to the surface at a rapid speed.

At that moment, a red light flashed, and Song Haier felt a sharp pain in her right eye, followed by a burning sensation.

As she struggled to hold her breath, she didn't have time to worry about the pain in her eye. With a leap, she burst out of the water.

Splash!

The sound of water splashing startled the people who were still on the shore.

They turned around and saw Song Haier floating on the water, causing their faces to turn pale.

"How did she come up again?"

"Is she a ghost?"

"No, we can't let her come up, or the Dragon King will be angry."

Someone shouted, and immediately, someone rushed into the river.

Song Haier slowly opened her eyes, and the red light in her right eye flashed and quickly returned to normal.

Then a chilling coldness emerged in her eyes.

Just now, she thought she had crashed into some primitive tribe, but she didn't expect to be back in modern times, crossing over to Wangxing Village in the Pangea Kingdom.

The original host's experiences flashed through her mind, and Song Haier's face grew increasingly grim.

Indeed, the books were right. A poor mountain and evil water breed wicked people.

These lunatics actually used human sacrifices, and it was truly despicable.

As she pondered, a tall and burly man, Song Fu, had already rushed over and forcefully pushed her into the water.

"You wretched girl, our family has taken the villagers' money. Today, you will die, even if you don't want to."

Seeing Song Fu's actions, the others naturally had no reservations and all rushed towards Song Haier.

As she watched these jesters prancing around in front of her, Song Haier couldn't help but curl her lips into a cold and chilling smile.

"If you want me to die, you've miscalculated."

She grabbed Song Fu's shoulder and kicked him in the stomach.

The tremendous force of the kick sent the burly and round-shouldered Song Fu flying several meters.

Choking on a mouthful of water, Song Fu couldn't help feeling a bit scared.

This girl, who couldn't even eat her fill on a regular basis, how could she have such strength, especially in the water?

Could she be possessed by some kind of demon?

With this thought, he hesitated to approach.

The others, however, were wild-eyed. Song Haier was worth her weight in gold, and she had to die.

"Grab her."

"Drown her."

As these people shouted, Song Haier had already taken action.

As an internationally renowned mercenary group leader, her combat skills were unmatched, whether in the air or in the sea, especially against a few villagers who only relied on brute force.

With a swift movement, she knocked down seven or eight people in the water.

Seeing Song Haier's bravery, everyone felt something was amiss. Someone shouted "demon," and they all swam back. In the blink of an eye, the people on the shore had vanished.

Song Haier sneered. She had thought these people were formidable, but they turned out to be a bunch of cowards.

She waded ashore and suddenly noticed a person lying under a tree not far away, with a swollen and bruised face.

She remembered that he was the young man who had tried to save the original owner earlier, a beggar from out of town named Wang Yunzhao.

She walked over and kicked him.

"Hey, you're not dead, are you?"

The young man didn't react at all.

Song Haier immediately crouched down. Had those people beaten him to death?

She felt his chest and found that his heartbeat was very weak.

Frowning, she realized that it was rare to have such a good person around and she couldn't just watch him die.

After hesitating for a moment, she pinched his nose and quickly brought her lips to his.