"Two to a room, beware the thunder!"
"Clack, clack—clang!"
Just then...
The Night Watchman's voice once again drew closer from afar. Ye Qianfan saw that he wore a straw rain cape and a bamboo hat.
Yet strangely, when the torrential rain fell around him, it seemed to be blocked by some invisible protective barrier!
Not a single drop landed on him!
Instead...
The wildflowers and weeds beside the road rapidly withered in the downpour.
That showed just how deadly this rain was!
No wonder they had been told to hurry indoors. Anyone still outside who got caught in this rain would probably fall gravely ill, even if they did not die on the spot.
The Evil God probably would not even need to come snatch anyone today. The rain alone could kill them!
"If no offering is given, tomorrow a vote!"
"Clack, clack—clang!"
"A pleased Deity means villagers free of worry!"
"Clack, clack—clang!"
Only as the Night Watchman gradually approached did they clearly hear the last two lines of his chant.
And both seemed to be new!
"What does 'If no offering is given, tomorrow a vote' mean?"
Fugui sat by the window. Unable to stand up and look outside, he was instead the one listening most attentively.
After he asked his question, Ye Qianfan gave it some careful thought and immediately understood what was going on!
In the Night Watchman's eyes, there were six of them.
With two to a room, there was no one left over!
So...
The Evil God might not receive an offering today.
"It most likely means that if no one dies today, there'll be a vote tomorrow to decide who becomes the offering," Ye Qianfan explained.
Hearing that, Fugui immediately sighed. "Brother Ye, Shen Lang, if someone has to be voted out tomorrow, just