Li Qin frowned. "This isn't my idea, it's the village's idea. Otherwise, do you think the village committee really believed her nonsense?"

“Xiuxiu!” He grabbed Xiuxiu’s shoulders and said in a deep voice, “I know what you’re thinking, but the people in our village have never had a choice. This time, we’re taking such a huge risk to hold a human sacrifice…”

Snap—

Xiuxiu slapped him across the face and pointed to the door, yelling, "Get out!"

Li Qin covered his face, gave her a dark look, and turned to leave.

Xiuxiu stood there, her hands trembling. She turned her head and saw Su Deng standing at the kitchen door. She opened her mouth, "You heard everything..."

Su Deng remained expressionless. "I heard you."

It wasn't until Li Qin said those words that she suddenly realized that the people in the village committee hadn't believed her at all; they were just pretending to trust her to trick her into staying in the village...

...in the end, they became mere tools.

When Su Deng thought of this, she broke out in a cold sweat.

She seemed to understand the mockery Liu Sangua had implied earlier.

Xiuxiu stared at her for a long time, her fingertips tightening, "You should run away!"

Su Deng countered with a question, "Who is Wang Lin?"

Xiuxiu opened her mouth, but still said, "The little girl's mother for tomorrow's sacrificial ceremony."

In this open, civilized, and technologically advanced era, everyone receives civilized education, so who would believe in such decadent things?

Wang Lin married into the village from another village. Because the village had returned to normal, everyone thought that the ancient evil spirit was fake, and even if it were real, it couldn't possibly still exist now.

Wang Lin married into the village and had a daughter who is now five years old. After deciding to start the live child sacrifice last year, she asked a Taoist priest to interpret the fates of all the children under five years old in the village.

Of the girls selected, her daughter was the best.