Liu Yin didn't want him to have any contact with those weak people at the foot of the mountain. Even if she didn't know the reason, slaughter was something she would never refuse.
Without the slightest hesitation, he abandoned that group of people and never thought of them again afterward.
So, without the villagers' knowledge, the mountain god they had long worshipped had already forgotten about them.
The village chief was an elderly man whose skin was tanned dark from years of hard work, and he was thin and frail, but he looked very energetic, with a sharp glint in his eyes.
He looked around at the villagers, his gaze slowly taking in each one, until it finally settled on a young girl.
The little girl held her brother's hand tightly, her eyes filled with fear, unable to bear looking at the bloody scene on the ground.
But she had no choice; she had to come out and check on things because her only family member was her seriously ill mother.
"Chunya, you and your brother will go to the sacrificial ceremony to pray for blessings this time."
The little girl's face lit up with joy, and she asked in great surprise, "Really, village chief?"
"Of course it's true, why would I lie to you?"
The village chief looked at the two thin, pale faces with satisfaction. They were so weak and pitiful; surely they could be granted immortality.
However, that depends on whether they are both alive by then.
The village chief's gaze then fell on the man who had been loudly complaining earlier. "You should come along this time to pray for blessings."
The tears in the man's eyes suddenly stopped. He felt surprised and delighted, but also a little uneasy.
“But before, I spoke to the mountain god…”
"It's alright, the mountain god is merciful and won't blame you," the village chief comforted him softly.
"I know that the monsters suddenly attacked during this period, and no one was prepared. But with the sacrificial ceremony approaching, we need to hold on for a while longer."
The elderly village chief, who was saying these words, couldn't help but let a glint of shrewdness flash in his eyes.
Immortality, what a wonderful thing!
When he was young, he was the village chief and could fairly and selflessly distribute the villagers' requests to go up the mountain to pray for blessings. But now he is old and he doesn't want to die.
He has evaded so many monsters over the years and defeated so many people; he doesn't want to just grow old and die an ordinary death.
He was the one who held the annual sacrificial ceremony, and there were already some speculations about whether he was granting the mountain god longevity.
This time, he is determined to achieve immortality.
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