Liu Mi's screams gradually faded away.
Xiao Youzi went over and took a look. She found that Liu Mi's eyes were wide open and vacant. Her face was covered in blood and tears were hanging in the corners of her eyes.
Her beautiful lips were pinched shut, and white-yellow hemp thread was sewn through her upper and lower lips with a full eight stitches.
At this moment, the hemp thread was stained red with blood, and the places where the needles were inserted were swollen. A piece of thread was hanging from his lips, making him look particularly terrifying and miserable.
Seeing this, the old woman wiped her blood-stained hands on her clothes and said with a grin, "Go ahead and scream, you little slut! Let's see how you manage to scream!"
A young man reached out and touched Liu Mi's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and patted it.
Liu Mi did not react at all.
She was completely dazed and confused, her whole body aching so much that she felt dizzy even with her eyes open.
"Could he be dead?" The middle-aged man frowned immediately. "He can't die at a time like this!"
Seeing this, the old woman said in a panic, "No, that can't be. It's just a sewn-up mouth. Several people have had their mouths sewn up before, and they didn't die."
"Damn it, if this woman dies, we're all doomed!" the middle-aged man hurriedly said to the young man, "Go check her breathing. If she dies, I'll take you, this old woman, with me!"
The old woman looked flustered: "The true god will not want an old woman like me."
"Get out of here! Don't get in my way!" The middle-aged man gave a signal, and immediately someone dragged the old woman away.
Little Yuzu lay on the coffin, carefully observing everyone's expressions, her little hand touching her chin as she pondered.
The middle-aged man looked impatient.
The young man's gaze towards Liu Mi was strange.
Who is the true god that the old woman is talking about?
The other men have remained silent from the beginning until now, simply listening attentively.
Xiao Youzi pursed her lips and reached out to Liu Mi.
The fair, delicate hand passed right through Liu Mi.
"Sigh." Little Yuzu sighed and frowned.
She also wanted to check if there were any clues around Liu Mi.
The people who were in the way have all left.
The middle-aged man reached out and checked Liu Mi's breath.
It's still breathing.
"Alright, as long as you're alive, that's enough." The middle-aged man sighed.
The young man frowned and said, "Father, now that Granny Guo has done this to her, will the True God blame us?"
"No, no, no." The middle-aged man looked at Liu Mi with cold eyes, then said, "Alright, let's start the ceremony quickly. Call everyone over. Is everything ready at the altar?"
“Ready?” The young man nodded.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man said to the servant beside him, "Go and fetch the Soul-Suppressing Nails and the big hammer for me."
"Yes, sir."
Liu Mi lay motionless, her eyes wide open like copper bells.
Suddenly, Xiaoyouzi noticed that her eyes blinked, as if she had come to her senses.
"Master, they're here!" The servant ran over with the Soul-Suppressing Nails and hammer that had been prepared beforehand.
Several men, working in unison, pressed down on Liu Mi's hands and legs again.
A middle-aged man poked his head out, holding a nail and a hammer.
He met Liu Mi's icy gaze.
Unable to speak or move, Liu Mi stared at the middle-aged man with eyes wide with fury.
That gaze seemed to want to scrape the middle-aged man's flesh and blood clean.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man scoffed, "Tsk, Miss Liu, don't look at me like that. If you have to blame someone, blame your bad luck."
"Ugh!" Liu Mi couldn't make a sound, she could only stare at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, Miss Liu, it will be quick, and it won't hurt much."
Liu Mi's eyes widened as she watched the middle-aged man press a nail, as thick as a coin, onto her wrist.
"Waaah!" Liu Mi tried to speak but couldn't; the sound coming from her throat was incredibly pitiful.
Little Yuzu pursed her lips, almost unable to bear watching.
But she still went over to take a look.
"As expected, a living person nailed to a coffin." Xiaoyouzi's eyes grew cold: Why would they do this to a girl? And to whom was this sacrifice offered? Could it truly be that true god?
The middle-aged man laughed: "Soon, very soon!"
"Bang!"
As his other hand, holding a hammer, rose and fell, the Soul-Suppressing Nail pierced into Liu Mi's wrist.
"Ugh!!!" A shrill, muffled sound came from her throat, and Liu Mi's eyes widened, almost popping out.
The nail pierced her wrist.
The nails were driven directly into the coffin.
Blood splattered from her wrist, and Liu Mi's body jerked uncontrollably upwards.
Several people almost couldn't hold them down.
"Bang!"
Liu Mi's body slammed heavily onto the coffin, and several men pressed her down tightly.
"This girl is quite a handful."
"Give it your all, sacrifice her, it'll be good for us all!"
"Yes, I hope God likes this girl. She's pretty."
Liu Mi's strength was drained.
She paused for a moment, then her gaze fell on the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man, instead of being glared at fiercely, laughed: "Miss Liu, you look quite beautiful like this, with a unique charm."
"If it weren't for the need to sacrifice to the true god to protect our Qian family, you would be a good match for marrying my son." As he spoke, the middle-aged man glanced at the young man.
The young man's face flushed slightly.
Liu Mi was still staring when the middle-aged man raised his hammer and drove the second nail into Liu Mi's other hand.
Little Yuzu's face was splattered with blood.
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