However, that man is a bit of a problem. Young men still have strength, but this old man can't withstand the slightest setback.
To the village chief's disappointment, the man's house was also empty. On his way back, he suddenly felt exhausted.
After experiencing extreme joy and sorrow, his aged body could no longer withstand it. Moreover, a suspicion lingered in his mind for a long time.
The village chief was very reluctant to think this way, but he couldn't help but think it anyway: Had the mountain god already abandoned them?
Otherwise, how could the monsters have been wreaking havoc in the village for a month now, and why did no one seek immortality during this sacrifice?
This was the first time such a situation had occurred in his decades as village chief.
Once he thought of these things, the village chief's original idea of wanting to monopolize immortality was suddenly blown away by a cool breeze.
An invisible, cool breeze seemed to carry snow, making him feel a bit cold, even though it wasn't winter yet.
An elderly man walking on the road subconsciously looked up at the sky, a sense of melancholy creeping into his heart.
If the mountain god really abandons them, what will they do then?
The villagers would soon find out about this, and thinking of this, the old man quickened his pace.
But as he walked, the village chief would still look up from time to time, his somewhat cloudy eyes filled with sorrow.
Mount Wushan still stands near the village, looking as mysterious and majestic as ever.
But he knew that some things were different.
The village and Wushan seemed to be connected by an extremely thin and long thread, but it was severed yesterday.
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