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Then the village chief slowly stood up and stared at me.

With the Village Head taking the lead, a few more people stood up in succession. They all looked at me strangely, with disgust, disgust, and even resentment.

After coming into contact with their eyes, I unconsciously swallowed my saliva. The uneasy feeling in my heart grew stronger.

Just as I was at a loss for words, the village suddenly stretched out a hand and pointed at me, shouting, "It's him! It was something their family did! "Since the death of his family, the village has been in constant turmoil, causing the entire village to become restless."

I jumped in fright and hurriedly retorted, "What nonsense are you talking about? I've only been back to the village for a few days, what does that have to do with me?" I am a victim just like all of you! "

"It's you! It's you, Bane! "

At this moment, Aunt Liu suddenly stood up, pointed at my nose and scolded, "It's good that you didn't come back, but something happened as soon as you came back. It must be you, the bane of the village, who did some heartless thing and offended the mountain god!"

I looked at Aunt Liu in disbelief. I was blood related to her, so according to seniority, I had to call her Aunt Liu. Our family had always been on good terms, but I didn't expect her to actually help the village head identify me.

Most irritating of all, she put all the blame on me.

Just as I was about to retort, a few elders pointed at me and yelled, "That's right! It was this group of people from Li Family! It is they who have sinned against the mountain god and implicated our entire village! "

I'm really pissed off. I don't usually see anyone who believes in the gods of the mountains, but now that something has happened, everyone seems to be doing something about it.

I argued loudly that it was none of my business, but no one listened. Instead, more people stood against me because of my shouts.

Humans were like this. Under pressure and panic, once there was a breakthrough point, they would often do unexpected things.

That was the situation now. They had treated me as a breakthrough point and a target to vent their anger and resentment on. I vented all the fear and uneasiness I had accumulated over the past few days on me.

The familiar faces of the past, at this moment, have become very strange, strange to the point that I no longer know them at all. Even the relatives, the ones I used to call aunts and uncles.

In this case, it was worse to shout at me.

The benevolent and kind faces of the past had actually turned so malevolent and terrifying at this moment.

In order to sever their blood ties with me and protect themselves, they stepped on me even harder at this moment.

I looked at the group of people before me in disbelief as I subconsciously retreated.

"Catch him!"

Seeing this, the Village Chief waved his hand and a few men immediately rushed forward, pressing me down to the ground.

At this time, the village chief turned his head and asked the old man who had called out to him before, "Fifth uncle, what should we do now? How can I ask for the Mountain God's forgiveness? "

The old man leaned on his walking stick as the corners of his mouth twitched, "If I want the mountain god to forgive me, I must pay my respects to the mountain god." Since he offended the mountain god, then let him be the sacrifice. The village can only survive if the mountain god is sacrificed. "

Hearing this, I was dumbfounded.

What was the offering? The sacrifices were made by pigs, dogs, cattle, sheep and other livestock.

Using me as a sacrifice, didn't that mean I would be slaughtered like a domestic animal and used to worship the mountain god?

What a joke, I am a living person!

After the old man had finished speaking, the clamoring of the villagers suddenly quieted down. Each and every one of them seemed to be hesitating. Obviously, everyone knew what would happen to the offerings.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Aunt Liu took the lead and shouted again, wanting to use me as a sacrifice to the mountain god. She was shouting and encouraging the villagers, saying, "If I don't die, the mountain god will blame me, and the whole village will be finished."

Maybe it was the spread of the White Fog, or maybe it was the stimulation of fear.

Under Aunt Liu's encouragement, the punitive voice sounded again.

"Sacrificial God!" Sacrificial Mountain God! "Sacrificial God!"

At first, the sound was small, but after a few minutes, it became louder and louder, more and more confident. In the end, this group of people treated me as their enemy, the enemy that would harm their village and deserved to die a thousand deaths.

Their faces had also become somewhat distorted from their roars.

I panicked and shouted a rebuttal, but no one listened. I cried out and begged for mercy. I was met with a truly ruthless and resentful gaze. The few people who didn't clamor chose to remain silent at this moment. They didn't even dare to look at me.

My cry for help, in the face of the roar of the crowd, seemed insignificant.

I tried to run away, but a group of people grabbed me and kicked me. Finally, a few "relatives" tied me up with ropes.

Looking at the frenzied expressions on their faces, I was incomparable rage, but even more so despair.

In the face of such a crisis, the so-called human nature and the human heart became so fragile that they would shatter upon contact. I obviously didn't do anything because the person who died was my cousin. It was all because of suspicion and all that.

This group of people actually wanted to slaughter me like an animal and worship that so-called mountain god.

At this moment, I suddenly understood one thing. Ghosts were not scary, what was scary was people, it was people's hearts …

I suddenly felt that it was laughable that I didn't die at the hands of those ghosts, but instead had my stomach ripped open by those fools. In my despair, I forgot my fear.

After the short ceremony, I could only look on helplessly as the village's butcher, Liu, walked step by step in front of me with a pig slaughtering knife in his hand.

Just as he was about to raise his Pig Slaughtering Knife to chop down, an accident occurred. With a "clang" sound, Butcher Liu suddenly staggered a few steps back and the Pig Slaughtering Knife in his hand fell off. That feeling was as if something had broken it.

This scene gave everyone a fright.

The village chief quivered as he asked the butcher Liu what had happened.

Butcher Liu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said that something had hit his blade.

"It's a copper coin!"

One of the sharp-eyed villagers suddenly pointed at the ground. Everyone followed his gaze and looked over, only to see a round, square copper coin was slightly bouncing on the ground.

Having survived the calamity, I didn't have the time to react. Could it be that the person who destroyed the Pig Slaughtering Knife was this small copper coin?

Just as everyone was bewildered by the sudden change of events, a series of "Ding ding ding ding" sounds rang out from the direction of the village entrance in the distance. The sound was not loud, but it was clear enough that everyone could hear it clearly.

In an instant, everyone became nervous.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in the White Fog in the distance. After the figure appeared, the ringing sound became even louder. When the figure left the White Fog and got closer, I realized that it was a middle-aged man riding a 28 "bicycle.

My first impression of a man was that he was thin, short, and wearing a suit that was not quite new to him.

The suit had two colors, one black and one white. The left side was black, while the right side was white. It had a very strong visual impact. On the man's back, there was a long and large bag. It was unknown what was inside.

That "Ding Ling" sound was the ringtone of the man in a suit's 28 "bicycle.

What was funny was that due to his short stature, he had to stand on tiptoe while riding the bicycle, twisting his butt from side to side to get it.

Although his actions were hilarious, no one could laugh because this man came from a White Fog.

Everyone had witnessed the terror of the White Fog before. Anyone who got close to the White Fog felt as if they had bumped into evil, and became one of them. As for the short suited man in front of him, he was able to easily enter the village on his 28 year old bicycle with a smile on his face as he walked out from the White Fog.

Just by this point, one could tell that he wasn't an ordinary person.

"Aiyaya, I was lucky to make it in time!"

The man in the suit grinned. He approached the crowd and pulled on the brakes. Then, he forcefully threw one leg behind him, intending to elegantly get off the car. However, at the same time he swung his leg, there was a ripping sound as a huge hole was ripped open in his pants, even revealing his underwear.

After a normal person's pants were torn, they would feel a little awkward. However, the man in the suit was still smiling, as if he didn't care at all.

He walked over, picked up the copper coin from the ground, blew on it and put it into his pocket. Then he said with a smile, "Dogs can't change their food. You guys haven't changed at all."