The street chief was very anxious upon hearing this.
"No, you can't come in!"
He tried to stop them with his cane, but the villagers above him were too lazy to move, and he was quickly pushed aside, and the door to the side room was opened.
The crowd gathered at the door gasped in unison.
Inside, there was a stone statue of a demon with a blue face and fangs.
"What...what the hell is this?"
"Yeah, what is this? Isn't this the thing that's causing our inability to have children?"
"Smash it! Smash it right now!"
The street chief squeezed his way in.
"If any of you dare to smash it, smash me to death too!"
"father!"
The street chief's son walked over at some point.
"Now that things have come to this, I really want to know what secrets this door you've been forbidding us from entering holds that have made you disregard even your own grandson's life."
"Zhao Ting, are you being unreasonable too?" the street chief yelled angrily.
Zhao Ting gave a wry smile.
“My wife almost died. The fortune teller said that if she doesn’t make it through tonight, she won’t survive. Have you considered my feelings?”
Everyone was filled with righteous indignation.
The street chief, however, remained adamant and refused to budge.
"I'm not afraid to tell you, Qingfeng Village is shrouded in evil spirits. If this thing is smashed, everyone will die."
The villagers didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, but today, seeing Jiang Qingwan bring a dying person back to life and successfully deliver a baby, they have developed a lot of awe for these ghosts and gods.
Nobody dared to gamble with everyone's lives.
"Why don't we go ask the fairy for a solution?"
“Yes, I noticed that the fairy doesn’t look well. Perhaps she’s tired from saving people. I still have some cured meat at home. I’ll go get it and take it over. Maybe I’ll receive some blessings.”
No one wants to miss such an opportunity to show respect to the gods.
The crowd quickly dispersed.
Only Zhao Ting and his son remained in the courtyard.
“Father, you can’t fool me. There are no evil spirits in Qingfeng Village. I saw you meeting with a man holding a curved knife in the middle of the night. He…”
"Shut the hell up!"
The street chief was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged.
“Remember this: if it weren’t for me, none of the people in this village would have survived. I don’t care what you think, those soldiers can’t stay here any longer.”
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