Chapter 91 Retribution

Hearing Qing'er's words, those people became furious.

"How dare you talk like that? We're sending people to serve God, how could we possibly be struck down?"

"That's right, stop talking nonsense here."

This village is too remote; very few people venture out. Over the past few centuries, only a handful have left, and none have ever returned. They perceive the outside world as dangerous and are even less inclined to leave. Occasionally, one or two people might pass through their village, but they never stop, so the villagers aren't surprised to see outsiders.

Hearing the news of the world's advancement made them even more convinced that their years of sacrificing living people were the right thing to do, and that God really exists.

"Heh~, have fewer and fewer children been born in your village in recent years? Aren't you curious about why?" Qing'er sneered and said indifferently.

"What do you mean?" The old man's heart skipped a beat. How did she know? Indeed, the number of children born in their village had been decreasing for the past hundred years, and it had become even worse in the last five years, with only two children born in the last five years.

The other villagers also had a bad feeling and were a little flustered. They immediately fell silent. They had noticed that there were fewer and fewer children in the village, but they didn't know why. Did this outsider know?

Seeing that everyone's attention had shifted, Lin Hua ran over and untied the girl named Xiao Xiang. The others were focused on Qing'er, so they didn't see it, but even if they had, they weren't in the mood to care about the two of them.

Li Lianhua also looked at Qing'er curiously. He had just seen only a few children and wondered if they were all at home. Now he realized that all the children in the village were probably here.

"It means you've gotten your just desserts," Qing'er said in a slightly cold voice.

"That's utter nonsense! Clan leader, don't listen to her rubbish. Let's kick them out. They're wasting our time," someone said angrily.

"Yes, kick them out. How could we possibly suffer retribution for talking nonsense here?"

"That's right, that's right, kick them out, kick them out!" were all echoed.

The old man was their clan elder; he raised his hand and gestured for silence. The people instantly quieted down.

"Young lady, may I know why?" It seemed that the clan elder somewhat believed Qing'er's words.

"Hmph, you should know the truth in your heart, you just can't believe it." Qing'er sneered.

The elder staggered back a step, his voice trembling as he said, "It is... a sacrifice."

“You all believe in the existence of God, so why don’t you believe that people can be reincarnated after death? Who would want to be reincarnated into a village like this? So this is your retribution.” Qing’er’s words caused an uproar among the villagers. Some turned pale, while others were full of disbelief. “You’re spreading heresy! We offered sacrifices for the good of the village, how could it be retribution!” A middle-aged man jumped out and shouted.

Qing'er sneered, "If it were truly for the good of the village, why has the village been declining more and more in recent years? Why are there fewer and fewer children? You think that sacrificing living people will bring you divine protection, but you don't realize that this is going against the will of Heaven! Not to mention anything else, just look at how many people you sacrifice every three years over hundreds of years! What would Heaven need so many people for? Besides, if this were the way to reach Heaven, I think you'd all rather go yourself. Sacrificing others is less desirable than sacrificing yourself, then you could all live forever. So, do you want me to help you? Send you all there?"

The clan elder remained silent for a long time. He had always known that the sacrifice was just something passed down from their ancestors. The idea of ​​serving the heavens was all a lie. They had passed it down from generation to generation and thought it was a normal thing.

The villagers were starting to lose their composure, and one of them shouted, "We are men, God must want women. If we were women, we would definitely be willing too."

“How do you know God wants a woman? Maybe He prefers a man.” Li Lianhua, who had been silent all along, suddenly blurted out this sentence.

Xiao Tiandao: He's spreading rumors. She's still a baby.

Qing'er transmitted her voice, "Hua Hua, is it really okay for you to spread such rumors about him?"

Li Lianhua recalled the crying little figure. He imagined a group of grown men surrounding him, their eyes shining as they stared at him. He immediately shuddered and transmitted his voice, "Well... I was just saying it casually."

"You, you, you..." The man was so choked up that he didn't know what to say.