At dawn, people from Huaishui Village came.

They were originally here to collect the bodies.

But as soon as they entered the temple, they saw the collapsed altar, the cracked wellhead, the unconscious Li Zheng, the blood-covered Xu Huanshan, and the kappa Ah Qing standing in the clear water.

No one spoke.

Because everyone saw that the rain god statue was broken.

The god who had been worshiped for decades was shattered into pieces of rubble and black water.

An old woman suddenly knelt down.

Not kneeling to God.

What she knelt on was the clear water at the mouth of the well.

"This is the rain of that year..."

Ah Qing was a little at a loss and subconsciously hid behind Xu Huanshan.

Xu Huanshan looked down at it.

"What are you afraid of?"

Ah Qing whispered: "They know how to fight monsters."

Xu Huanshan looked at the villagers.

The villagers also looked at Ah Qing.

After a long time, a thin child walked out of the crowd, holding half a coarse grain cake in his hand.

"You...did you save my mother ten years ago?"

Ah Qing was stunned.

The child said: "My mother said that she gave birth to me on a rainy day ten years ago. If it hadn't rained, I wouldn't be alive now."

Ah Qing nodded timidly.

The child handed it the coarse grain cake.

"Then this is for you."

Ah Qing didn't answer, but his eyes were red.

Xu Huanshan sighed beside him.

"Okay, don't cry. The water monster wastes water when it cries."

Ah Qing glared at him.

Jiang Zhaoxue came from outside the temple, holding a broken wooden sign in her hand.

"The old patriarch's grave has been found."

Xu Huanshan's expression changed slightly.

"Are there any bones?"

Jiang Zhaoxue shook his head.

The ancestral graves at the back of Huaishui Village.

The grave of the old patriarch has been dug, and the coffin rests in the soil after the rain.

The coffin lid is opened.

There were no bodies inside.

There is only a blank debt deed.

The yellow paper is brand new.

It looks like it was just put in recently.

Xu Huanshan bent down and picked up the debt deed.

There are no words on the paper, but there is a faint smell of green umbrella.