He wrote very slowly, as if every stroke took great effort.

Chen Ping was so frightened by this strange scene that his legs became weak and his gums were trembling.

After about half an hour, finally... densely packed strange symbols were written on Li Rong's body.

These were not words at all. When the old village chief's last strokes left her body, Li Rong's face suddenly twisted to the extreme!

The people holding longevity incense that had been circling around the two people also stopped.

"I wish you love me, and I wish we could be clear."

A hoarse, chant-like voice emerged from the old village chief's throat.

Under the gaze of everyone holding incense, the old village chief nodded slightly.

When the two middle-aged patriarchs saw this, one of them took out a black sheep's horn, and an extremely long iron nail was driven into the root of the horn.

The two of them held the horns in both hands and raised them high. Under the gaze of everyone and surrounded by the fragrance, they aimed the iron nails at the base of the horns at Li Rong's temples and stabbed them in!

Li Rong's eyes suddenly bulged out, the veins around her forehead swelled, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. It was obvious that her pain had reached its extreme.

But soon, she no longer had any pain.

The old village chief picked up the brush, sucked up the ink, and used the brush to hit her eyebrows hard!

A scarlet mark was left between her eyebrows, but the next moment, the skin on Li Rong's upper body, covered with strange symbols, began to fall off on its own!

Chen Ping was so frightened that he blocked his mouth with his free hand, fearing that he would scream.

The scene that happened in front of me was too weird and terrifying... A girl who was still alive just now, after her eyebrows were tapped, the skin all over her body began to peel off on its own, revealing blood-red flesh...

However, this time Li Rong didn't even make a cry, she just sat cross-legged quietly, her eyes were empty, only the blood was still flowing slowly under the two horns inserted into her temples.

"Wear fairy clothes."

The old village chief's old and penetrating voice sounded again.

A piece of sheepskin... was held over under Chen Ping's trembling eyes.

The old village chief unfolded it and slowly draped it on Li Rong's red flesh.

The sheepskin, which was obviously a dead thing, actually started to move!

It wormed its way into Li Rong's body, clinging tightly to her flesh and blood, and in the blink of an eye... it grew into one with her.

"Welcome, Lord Yangxian."

"Welcome, Lord Yangxian..."

"..."

Everyone in the room saluted reverently, but to Chen Ping outside the window, this scene was particularly horrifying.

He could hardly hold back his breathing, and his heart was beating as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

Is this the Sheep Festival?

Is this the lucky one who was chosen?

He suddenly thought of his mother, could it be that my mother is also... He shuddered and shuddered.

No, if you want to call the police, you must escape and call the police!

This horrible place must be destroyed!

At this time, the old village chief was taking the final step.

He once again filled the brush with some strange ink. As long as he placed the tip of the brush between his eyebrows, Li Rong could maintain his "divine nature" for a period of time, allowing everyone to take what they wanted.

However, the village chief had just placed the tip of the ink-filled brush between Li Rong's eyebrows.

Suddenly.

Chen Ping retreated quietly, and just as he was about to leave, the moment he lowered the wooden window, he made a sound!

"Click——"

The subtle sound was like thunder in the silent ancestral hall!

The old village chief's hand shook, and the tip of the brush stuck between his eyebrows fell to the ground with a "snap" sound.

The old village chief's old face turned pale with fear and shouted: "Pick it up quickly! Stick it on! Quickly!"

A strange night wind suddenly came in from the window, causing the brush to roll several times on the ground.

A circle of people scrambled to pick up the brush and hurriedly put the tip of the brush back between Li Rong's eyebrows.

The old village chief watched nervously for a while, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Li Rong kept her eyes tightly closed.

"You guys, find that person just now!"

"Yes! Village chief..."

…

A gust of wind blew in the ancient jungle that had not changed since ancient times.

The ancestral hall where a group of people had gathered just now was empty now.

The girl sitting stiffly on the futon in the ancestral hall was wearing a sheepskin, with two black sheep horns stuck in her temples. The blood stains on her face had been carefully processed, and even her expression had been shaped into a smile.

However, no one in Xianyang Village who had gone to bed knew...

The girl who shouldn't have opened her eyes now opened her eyes in the dark ancestral hall...

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August 20th, eight o'clock in the morning.

Qin Manjiang had arrived in Mishan County last night.

Today is the day when the game starts. If he wants to enter Xianyang Village, there are only two buses in the whole day, one in the morning and one in the evening. He must come here early to wait.

But...what about the others?

As soon as this thought occurred, he heard a man's voice:

"Hello? Kid, here!"

I?

child?

Qin Manjiang followed the sound and saw a middle-aged man with droopy eyelids sitting in the driver's seat of an off-road vehicle. He was unshaven and looked a bit unkempt. However, when he opened his mouth, it was beyond Qin Manjiang's expectations.
Chapter completed!