The villain and I have eight hundred minds combined

The two arrived at the beach in a short while.

Many townspeople were there, holding torches and queuing up at the Dragon King Temple on the street facing the beach, waiting to burn incense. Many were carrying large and small bags, which were probably offerings to the Dragon King. Looking to the side, you could see many people holding cloth bags, taking out various fruits and vegetables from the bags and throwing them into the sea.

This made Mu Hanxing, a modern person, feel extremely uncomfortable. Not only did it waste food, but it also polluted the ocean.

She frowned and asked Duoli who was following behind her: "Do the people in your town believe in the Dragon King so much? Not only do they burn incense to him, but they also throw food into the sea for him to eat?"

It was funny to think that Long Jin might transform into a dragon in the water and then rush over to pick up a banana in his mouth. No matter how you think about it, you know that Long Jin definitely doesn't like these sacrifices.

Apart from anything else, she might have some friendship with the Dragon King worshipped in Huaiyu Town.

“Fairy sister may not know that our Huaiyu Town relies on water for its livelihood, so the fishing industry is very prosperous. In the East China Sea, there are many isolated island towns that need to order fish from our Huaiyu Town for half a year or even a year. The East China Sea is vast, and the weather on the sea can change at any time. But over the years, with the blessing of the Dragon King of the Sea, our ships rarely suffer any casualties, and we almost always deliver fish back safely, but…” Duoli said, looking worried.

Mu Hanxing didn't say anything and continued to listen to her.

"However, the townspeople have heard that the old Dragon King's spirit has left his body, and now only a body remains at the bottom of the sea. He no longer has the power to protect Huaiyu Town, and Young Master Long has been kidnapped to the sky, so in the past few years, many ships have gone out to sea and never returned..."

Mu Hanxing was stunned: "Is this true? Those boats and the townspeople who were responsible for delivering fish on the boats never came back? Did they all disappear out of thin air?"

"Yes, they have all disappeared in the East China Sea forever." Duoli shook her head helplessly. "Because of this incident, many people in the town stopped doing business. They moved away because they couldn't make money, especially the young people. The town is not as prosperous as it used to be. Some left, some scattered, and most of the remaining ones are old people who are unwilling to leave their hometown."

"So no one is doing fishing anymore? Where's your father?" Mu Hanxing asked again.

"Dad is old and hasn't been out to sea for a long time. Now he's in charge of catching rare fish near the coast for the Tong family. The Tong family will give Dad a portion of the remuneration." Duoli explained.

"Tong family? What is a rare fish?"

Just as Mu Hanxing was about to ask in detail, he heard a noisy voice coming from the Dragon King Temple nearby. Someone in the crowd shouted angrily: "You only give this little thing to the Dragon King, he will be angry!"

"But this is all the millet we have left at home..." Opposite me was a middle-aged woman holding a bag of millet.

Seeing this, Duoli ran over quickly, shouting, "Daddy!"

When Mu Hanxing heard this, he hurriedly followed Duoli to the Dragon King Temple. At this time, he saw Duoli's father scolding those who were not sincere and did not prepare enough sacrifices.

She finally understood that Duoli's father seemed to be possessed by a demon. His eyes were red and his expression was agitated and indignant, just like the believers of Jing Leizi under the Wuliang Pagoda that day. He must be possessed by a demon.

"If we are not sincere, the Dragon King will get angry and the waves will become uneven, and there will be no fishmongering business. Our Huaiyu Town will be finished!" her father continued to scold.

Feudal superstition is not acceptable. Mu Hanxing watched with infinite emotion.

But this is a fantasy world, everything is possible, and she convinced herself at the speed of light.

"I'm here to hand over some eggs for Aunt Cui. These are the new eggs laid by our hens." An old man with a hoarse voice stood up helplessly and stuffed the new eggs laid by his hens into Aunt Cui's hands.

"Thank you, Lao Li." Aunt Cui was so moved that her eyes welled up with tears.

"Okay, let's move forward quickly. There's a group of people behind waiting to burn incense and worship." The man at the back of the line poked his head out and shouted impatiently.

"Yes, we are all waiting. It's late at night. After worshipping the Dragon King, we will go back."

"Yes." A group of people at the back started to urge the old man at the front.

The worshipping crowd was in full swing when a plump man in brocade clothes came over from not far away. He said, "Everyone, don't be anxious."

As soon as the man came over, all the townspeople in the queue were instantly delighted and their eyes lit up, as if they had seen a savior, full of admiration and respect.

"Master Tong!" Many people in the team called him enthusiastically.

Mr. Tong was a big man with a kind face. He smiled slightly and squinted his eyes, looking approachable. He said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, fellow citizens. The orders sent to Donghai Island City this year have been completed. When the time comes, I will give some of the money I get from the islands to each household as charity. The catch of rare fish this year is not as good as in previous years, so the charity money distributed to each household may not be that much. I hope everyone will not despise me, a useless old man."

After Master Tong finished speaking, he sighed, and the servants following him hurriedly advised: "Master, don't be sad, you have done your best."

"Yes, yes!" Everyone shouted, "During the years when the Dragon King was angry, if it weren't for Master Tong who continued to help us with the livelihood of Huaiyu Town, we old guys would have starved to death long ago!"

"Mr. Tong, please don't blame yourself. You have been good enough to us." Several old men said hurriedly.

"That's right. If it weren't for the charity you give to our family every year, we really don't know how we would survive." Several strong men also echoed.

"Is this Master Tong the local rich man here?" Mu Hanxing asked Duoli beside her in a low voice after hearing what everyone said.

Duo Li was absent-minded, still looking at her father not far away, and responded, "Yes, my father is doing business with the Tong family. The Tong family has been engaged in fishing since their ancestors. There are many shops in the town owned by the Tong family. The boats made by the Tong family are also stronger and more durable than those made by other families, so the Tong family boats are fine when they go out to sea."

Mu Hanxing looked at the fat and strong Master Tong thoughtfully, with a sullen expression and did not speak for a long time.

She originally wanted to step forward, but just as she was about to take a step, she was stopped by the sudden arrival of Master Tong. Seeing that he was quite prestigious in Huaiyu Town and a bit like a local emperor, she could not act rashly. If she suddenly stood up and said that this group of people were already in a period of transition and were still practicing feudal superstition and giving grain to the Dragon King who didn't want it much, she would probably be ridiculed by everyone.

She pondered it carefully, and took a look. It would have been fine if she hadn't looked at it, but when she did, she was shocked. The statue in the Dragon King Temple looked more and more like Long Jin...