A dilapidated bamboo hut on the edge of a fishing village.

  A man wearing a gray jacket with his sleeves rolled up, sneering at the woman in a blue floral blouse, spread his arms like an eagle swooping down on a chick and blocked her way.

  "A widow can also give birth to a child, its really embarrassing for my brother Yang."

  "Get out of here! Who the hell are you, Yang Ge? You and that village elder are a pair of scoundrels, a thousand times more vicious than beasts! Get your filthy hands off me!"

  The young widow clutched a child less than two years old and gritted her teeth like a lioness.

  "Hey!" The man, instead of getting angry, became even more excited: "What, others can sleep, but I, Meng Xian, cant? Today, Ill tell you, even if you strip me naked, I wont care. Youre a piece of trash, bring it on!"

  As he spoke, Meng Xian reached out to grab the child from the other persons arms.

  The young widows face was ferocious, and without thinking, she opened her mouth and bit down.

  In the midst of the dispute, outside the bamboo fence, a young man with a muddy face sat on the ground, his whole body tattered and patched, his grass shoes worn out to the point where only one was left, his fingernails filled with dirty mud, and even his calves were covered in a layer of disgusting black dirt.

  "Hah... Lets fight..."

  He stared blankly, watching the two of them tangled up, but only slapped the mud with force and laughed loudly with his mouth open, clearly somewhat mentally abnormal.

  "Hiss!"

  Meng Xians face changed slightly, and he pulled back his arm, looking at the deep tooth marks on his wrist, which were oozing a little crimson.

  He suddenly became furious and lost the thought of teasing his opponent, and with a slap, he slapped the small widow, who stumbled backward several steps, fell to the ground with a thud, and her eyes were dazed.

  "Good! Fight!"

  The dirty youth bursts into bloom, and it turns out to be a round of applause.

  "Shut up, stupid."

  Meng Xian glared at him, took two steps forward, and directly grabbed the crying child in his hand. He sneered coldly: "Youre not worthy of good fortune, you filthy thing! Wait until your wild son is born, and Ill come back to fetch you on the waves of the river to enjoy good fortune."

  "Your mother should be the one to go down to the water..."

  The widow with disheveled hair suddenly rammed her head forward, Meng Xians eyes twitched, just about to kick the opponent over, but was suddenly pulled back by someone grabbing his arm.

  He turned back in anger, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes: "Dad?"

  The village chief gave him a stern face and didnt say a word, but slapped him hard, snatched the child away, put it back in the widows arms, and then said: "Quickly follow me home."

  Meng Xian covered his face, feeling a bit embarrassed and wanting to say something. He turned his head to look, and suddenly shuddered, then quickly ran away without a trace: "Damn it, this group of people wearing dog skin."

  All that was seen was a dark figure walking towards the sound from afar, with his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, and a faint murderous aura in his clear eyes.

  Shen Yi bypassed several fishing buildings and found the location where the sound was coming from.

  He quickly stopped in front of the bamboo door, looked out at the empty space ahead, closed his eyes to listen carefully, and then took another step forward.

  The young widow comforted her son as they walked out of the courtyard, smoothed her hair, and with a bruised face and torn lips said: "I said why this old dog suddenly became reserved, it turned out that School Lieutenant had arrived, please come in quickly."

  She said as she casually blocked Shen Yis path.

  “……”

  Shen Yi gazed at her silently and asked faintly, "Doesnt it hurt?"

  If its painful, if its anger, why block yourself? Is the river god more important than your own son?

  The young widow was slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting the other to ask such a question. She lowered her eyelids and after a long while, squeezed out a faint smile: "Youve just joined the Town Demon Bureau, right?"

  "Whats going on?" Shen Yi turned her eyes sideways and looked over.

  "Please come in and sit down." The widow carried her son into the yard, dragging a bamboo stool with one hand: "Because the whole Linjiang County knows that the Demon-Slaying Department beheads demons and evil spirits, protects the people, is a good person among good people."

  Shen Yi hesitated for a moment before sitting down in response to the others invitation.

  The widow raised her head, her eyes flashing: "It is they who are the common people."

  She smiled wryly: "My late husband and I... we were wicked people."

  Hearing the two words "late husband".

  Shen Yi subconsciously glanced at the child in the other persons arms and felt a slight sense of unease, just about to shift his gaze away.

  The widow unexpectedly didnt mind, spat out saliva: "I was born with a dog."

  She put the child down, went to the well and wrung out a towel, then walked outside the yard, kicked the madman with a bad temper, looked at the crimson wound covered with mud on his arm and calf, and squatted down to wipe it for him.

  Wiping and scolding at the same time.

  "You good-for-nothing dog, when something needs to be done and youre needed, you disappear without a trace, gone for seven or eight days at a time. How havent you starved to death outside? What can you possibly do with your vacant expression?"

  Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner.

  Upon hearing this, Shen Yi looked back with a thoughtful expression.

  The widow explained casually: "He was also a commoner before, and at the age of 15 or 16, he took a daughter-in-law. It happened that his family had to give birth to a child, so they could only force their daughter-in-law to give birth. Later, because she was too young, the child had a difficult delivery, but fortunately, his daughter-in-law was lucky and still had half her life left."

  "Snatched away by the village head, anyway shes no longer a big girl, so he simply sent her to Yangchun River as a little girl, and he went crazy."

  The widow contemptuously kicked him again.

  Some people explained with a hint of melancholy: "Everyone is unwilling to come out, but when others have made sacrifices, you cant just take advantage of it and pass it down from generation to generation. Rather than saying its for worshiping the gods, its more like taking revenge on those who drowned their own children in the river."

  "Just like my late husband, those who dont want children will be beaten to death by the waves and disappear without a trace, evil will be repaid with evil."

  "Why doesnt the Demon-Slaying Department intervene? Because theyre all pitiful people, yet doing despicable things. The grudges of over 400 years, even if the River God is gone, they still want to persist in this grand ceremony."

  "Big festival! Kill kill kill!" The madman grinned, his eyes full of bloodshot, maniacally laughing: "Kill me first! Kill me first!"

  He was shouting wildly and crawling on the ground, coming to the young mans feet, stretching out his hand to grab the dagger at the others waist.

  Shen Yi did not dodge and stared straight at the opponents dirty hand holding the black knife, leaving a stain on the shiny scabbard.

  He reached out, his slender fingers threading through the mad tangle of hair, then gently grasping.

  The widow was about to turn around and go into the house to serve the fish soup, seeing this scene, her face changed slightly, and there were a few more fearful intentions in her eyes: "Sir, he...hes already crazy...cant be a good citizen, cant be a bad guy...just spare his life and let him be a mad dog..."

  "Kill!" The madman glared with wide eyes, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, bellowing at the top of his lungs, with saliva threads at the corners of his mouth, like a demon possessed.

  Shen Yi gazed quietly at his face, the force between her fingers gradually softened a few points, gently stroking his hair, as if soothing a mad dog.

  The madmans whole body trembled and gradually calmed down.

  Suddenly, he heard a calm voice and his whole body was struck by lightning.

  "Thanks for reminding."

  Her lips slightly curled up, a fierce aura appeared on her pale face, but only her eyes remained clear and calm, her voice steady as usual: "I will not betray the trust."

  The madman disappeared for seven or eight days.

  The blood-stained waist card was inexplicably sent to Linjiang County, and the other party only wanted to hand over a sentence to Qingzhou from start to finish.

  There is an evil spirit here, and its a powerful one!

  Right in the village!!