So, the sedan chair quickly moved into the hands of the villagers below. Countless hands held the fairy boy and girl and walked towards another direction, while the village chief and Zhu Po slowly followed behind.

The crowd left, leaving three players behind. Zhong Le and Wu Zheng ran over to help Qiongzhi up.

Zhong Le asked, "Shall we follow?"

Qiongzhi nodded weakly.

Because the villagers' bodies and feet were covered in blood, it was easy for them to keep up with the team.

No one expected that there was a path in the village leading to a cave deep in the mountains, and the villagers carried the fairy boy and fairy girl in.

The stories carved on the stone walls on both sides of the cave are no different from those inlaid with colorful porcelain on the mountain temple. Deep in the cave, there is a bottomless black space under the cliff.

The three of them followed here and watched them lift the fairy boy and fairy girl high up.

Zhu Po's voice echoed in the cave: "Honorable Mountain God, we have sent our immortal servants to serve you. Please bless Jinshui Village for a long time!"

"Please, mountain god, bless Jinshui Village!" The villagers shouted after her, and then threw the fairy boy and girl down without mercy.

For a long time, there was no sound of anything falling to the ground in the cave, and Zhu Po and the villagers said that this meant that the fairy boy and fairy girl had been taken away by the mountain god.

Everyone set out again to return to the altar. No one cleaned up the flesh and blood, and a strong smell of blood wafted around, but the villagers didn't care at all. They moved down the other food offered as sacrifices.

Aunt Lin walked towards the three people with blood all over her face. When she saw that they were obviously tired, she grinned and told them that they had to stay here for the rest of the day, singing, dancing, and eating all the things blessed by the mountain god.