Singing prayers for the mountain god,

Dance for the mountain god.

Sacrifice your life for the mountain god,

Let the soul be with the mountain god,

eternal life.

Countless wine jars were smashed to the ground, and only the last two "guests" from Jinshui Village were frightened by the crackling sound of shattered porcelain pieces.

Zhong Le and Wu Zheng were struggling, and it was "Wang Yang" and "Zhang Yuan" who were restraining them.

"Ah! Let me go!" Zhong Le bit Zhang Yuan's hand, but his hand was as hard as wood, so he turned to kick his leg joint.

There was a crisp clicking sound, and the connection between Zhang Yuan's thigh and calf was dislocated. He couldn't stand steadily and fell backwards. Zhong Le also broke free to help Wu Zheng escape from Wang Yang's grip.

Zhang Yuan's head fell into the campfire. The flames burned his face and quickly burned off the outer skin, revealing the wooden core inside.

Zhong Le didn't look back. After pulling Wu Zheng out, she grabbed his hand and ran out. In a panic, she reached out to pull Qiongzhi's clothes, wanting him to run away quickly with her.

"Run!" she shouted.

Qiongzhi turned around as if she had just reacted, and followed the two people out of the village. All the villagers behind her caught up with them.

"Wang Yang and Zhang Yuan there are both fake!" Wu Zheng ran forward panting and explained the situation to Qiongzhi. They just saw Qiongzhi being surrounded by villagers and dragged to dance, and did not notice that something was wrong with Qiongzhi.

"Hurry up!" Zhong Le's face was full of tears, and she didn't slow down while wiping her tears.

This was the road they came from, it was extremely dark, but they knew that the exit was just ahead.

Beep! Beep!

A horn honked outside, and Zhong Le's eyes flashed with a strong light: "Hurry! There's a bus!"