"But this is a warning from God. Are you going to go against God?"
The next sentence was shouted by the old village chief, who was making his first appearance.
He pounded the ground with his cane, his face flushed, his voice angry.
"Third Uncle, what did we do wrong?"
A middle-aged man collapsed to the ground and wept bitterly.
The smell of burnt protein filled the air.
Bai Sang's stomach growled a few times.
She hadn't eaten anything since leaving the previous ghost story and was a little hungry.
"I am going to the ancestral hall tonight to pray and receive guidance from heaven."
The old village chief left, leaning on his cane.
The remaining villagers exchanged glances. Some took their wives, children, and elderly relatives back home, while others helped Bai Sang and the others stomp on the insects that weren't quite dead yet.
Eating meat but not garlic and Qin Minglang checked each other and found that they were lucky enough not to have been bitten.
However, the little boy who was bitten first already had a boil on his calf.
The villagers surrounded by insects had already lost their lives.
I didn't get to eat dinner.
Because they were helping with funeral preparations.
The other two players who had been hiding in the room also appeared at this time.
They walked up to Bai Sang and said, "You guys are pretty good."
Bai Sang smiled but didn't say anything more.
He ate meat but not garlic, and touched his still slightly burning face, saying, "I almost lost my life, and I'm still amazing."
"By the way, are you helping with the funeral preparations?"
The two exchanged a glance and nodded. "Of course, we just didn't realize it just now. We really wanted to help the villagers too."
Bai Sang sensed something was wrong from their eyes.
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