In the audience.
Erlang looked at Song Qingyu, who had no desire to survive at all, with a look of astonishment on his face.
This is not the first time that the village has held this kind of ceremony.
But those people... are completely different from Song Qingyu.
Even when the fire started and the pain consumed their bodies, they still cried out for help.
But...Song Qingyu...
But so calm.
As if he was not afraid of life or death at all.
Jiro suddenly swallowed with some fear.
Song Qingyu's calmness made him feel uneasy.
He looked at the others around him.
But they were very excited.
He kept waving his hands and shouting, "Burn her! Burn her!"
The sound became louder and louder.
The fear in Erlang's heart grew bigger and bigger.
at this time.
The village chief, holding a torch, had reached the platform. He looked at the crowd and said, "There's a witch named Song Qingyu who's harming our Yinluo Village clan. I'm burning her to death. I sincerely hope that God will have mercy on her and take her back."
Finished.
He threw the torch into the firewood below the stage.
With the help of firewood, the flames quickly jumped up.
Soon, it burned onto the stage.
Seeing this scene, everyone became even more excited and shouted loudly: "Well done! Well done!"
"Burn faster! Burn faster!"
Erlang looked at their almost crazy appearance, and for some reason, the uneasiness in his heart spread again, like ripples, spreading in circles.
He couldn't help but take a step back, his eyes falling on Song Qingyu on the stage.
The flames were about to reach her body.
He closed his eyes.
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