Xu Ji Mo watched Chen Feng Xia, drew the desired answer from her expressionless face, and said with certainty, "It belongs to the villagers."
Control belongs to the villagers.
If Chen Feng Xia could control the entire space, then this space would not repeat the fleeing scenes.
After all, these were all thorns that had tortured her for these past years.
Someone else still existed here.
Then who could control this place and firmly keep Chen Feng Xia in their grasp? Only the villagers remained.
"The sacrifice cannot completely eliminate the resentment. They let me live simply because they needed an enemy as a vessel, so I was transformed into this neither-human-nor-ghost appearance."
Chen Feng Xia was silent for a moment before continuing, "If you kill me here, the me in reality will only become a vegetative state, and you still won't be able to get out."
"They won't let you out either, because as long as a crack opens up in this world, the resentment inside will completely break through the breach and then slaughter everyone inside the village. This is something they absolutely do not want to see."
Bo Shuo lowered his gaze to look at her, instantly peeling away all her disguises, seeing through all her thoughts, and concluding with an irrefutable tone.
"But you have another way."
Hearing this accusation, Chen Feng Xia said no more. Her gaze stared blankly into the void outside the cave, her entire person as silent as a waxen sculpture, withholding even a shred of vitality.
She offered no reply to Bo Shuo's interrogation.
Yet no answer was the best answer.
Sang Yu's emotions were much more obvious, and she indeed knew that their remaining time was running out.
If they failed to find a way to escape soon, all three