A piercing voice rang out, and everyone turned to look at the man named San De.
He was a middle-aged man around forty, his face filled with despair.
How could he not suffer at the thought of his daughter becoming a sacrifice?
Under the gaze of everyone in the village, he suddenly turned and ran toward his home.
The village chief's face turned cold as he shouted, "Catch him!"
A group of village men rushed toward San De's house.
San De was quickly tackled to the ground, while a group of people stormed into his home.
A woman shrieked and screamed.
"No, let her go! Let her go!"
"She's only ten!"
She roared madly. She was a middle-aged woman in her thirties.
Years of labor had long since covered her face in wrinkles. Watching her daughter being taken away, she screamed in fury.
But no one paid her any heed. No matter how she screamed, it was useless.
Li Qing silently watched as the ten-year-old girl, terror flickering in her eyes, was taken to the shrine by a group of burly villagers.
San De and his wife struggled madly, but it was still useless.
Before long, the shamaness brought them all to the backyard and said coldly, "The sacrifice to the Plague God begins now."
"Everyone, pray with me!"
Everyone joined hands around the ancient well. The shamaness waved a ritual instrument around its edge, chanting strange and evil incantations.
The little girl had already been bound up like a rice dumpling and forced to kneel at the edge of the ancient well.
"Mom... Mom..."
"Waaah..."
The little girl cried in terror, but no one cared.
Fear showed in everyone's eyes. They did not want to die. They had to offer up a sacrifice.
At last, the shamaness finished her