There was no sound in the hall, and all eyes fell on Shi Yong's face, especially Nandi's parents. They were looking forward to hearing the truth and mystery from Shi Yong's mouth so that their children would no longer have to sacrifice to the gods.

Shi Yong didn't look at anyone, narrowed his eyes slightly, Duan Xiang took the red drum in his hand, which looked like a witch walking around the streets.

"She told me."

who is she?

Shi Yong turned his face and glanced at Zhao Yin's cold face, his expression became even more mysterious. His mouth opened and closed, and the syllables he emitted were quiet and cold, and he paused word by word.

"The master of human skin."

There was silence around.

Shi Yong Youyou said: "Her soul is trapped in the drum. She told me just now that she died so unjustly..."

The cool sound fell into my ears, making my scalp numb, and I suddenly felt the breeze colder, and an unreasonable cold air seemed to rise from the soles of my feet and gradually spread, spreading like a plague, sealing everyone's mouths.

Those who believe in God must also believe in ghosts.

There was no sound in the hall.

Many people had panic in their eyes.

After a brief shock, Mogma took the lead in breaking the silence.

"You are talking nonsense. How can drums condemn people's souls? How can you hear them, we can't hear them?"

Shi Yong curled his lips and looked at her lazy, "Because I know magic, you can't."

Mogma hummed, "What kind of magic is it? It's not just a fool... This drum is a ancestral thing from the Igande family. Igande's father said personally that it was made of snake skin. How come it becomes human skin when it comes to your mouth and it lives in your soul? Do you think we are all fools? You can fool it in just a few words?"

Everyone was talking.

There is also distrust of Shi Yong in the noise.

"I'll cast a spell to let the red drums roar."

After Shi Yong said that, he ignored them and just looked at Zhao Yin sideways, then suddenly whispered his sleeves, turned around with his back with a red drum, said a few words in his mouth that others couldn't understand, swayed the drum with his hands a few times, and then placed the drum on the altar.

She didn't move.

The noise of the crowd also stopped.

Everyone was like her, staring at the Chigu at the same time, and their eyelids were reluctant to blink, fearing that they had missed something.

The atmosphere is pressed and cramped.

Just when everyone was a little impatient, the broken drum suddenly hit the rhythmically.

"It's ringing."

"The drums are ringing."

"The red drum really sounds!"

Everyone was sucking, looking at Shi Yong in surprise, as if they had seen the gods.

"The fairy really knows magic?"

Just as everyone's doubts and doubts were heard, Nandi's parents knelt down first, kowtowed heavily to Shi Yong, shouting:

"Please ask the fairy to cast a spell to save the little girl and save the villagers of Jeddah."

"Please ask the fairy to cast a spell! Let me no longer suffer from the disaster of the Red Drum..."

Some people took the lead, while others were afraid that they would not be able to take care of the fairy. They followed Nandi's parents and knelt down to Shi Yongqi.

"Please ask the fairy to cast a spell! I will overcome my suffering..."

"Please ask the fairy to cast spells! Subduing demons and eliminating demons."

"Please ask the fairy to cast magic! Save all living beings."

Shi Yong looked at the crawling people, his eyes were barely facing Zhao Yin, who was standing tall, and then he slowly looked up and smiled: "Dear fellow villagers, please get up quickly. Since I have interfered in this idiot, I will naturally help you..."

She was talking, and everyone's attention was all pulled by her.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a villager next to the altar suddenly reached out, snatched the red drum into his arms and rushed out to the backyard of the Igande family.

not good.

Shi Yong felt a stern.

"Quick! Chase--"

There were too many people in the house, and the guards were concerned about protecting Shi Yong and Zhao Yin's safety, but they did not expect anyone to suddenly take away the red drum. The man took the drum and did not go out. He rushed into the backyard like the wind, jumped into the ancient well.

Xie Fang was the fastest and only caught a piece of his clothes.

The man was shaking his sleeves, and the man had fallen down.

Tomorrow, July 15th, the time for worshiping the gods is three o'clock in the middle of the night, so the ancient well was already opened, so the man took the opportunity to jump down. Xie Fang looked at the broken clothes on his hand, stunned for a moment, put away the knife and rushed forward to check the truth, but was stopped by Zhao Yin in a deep voice.

"return!"

The secret of the ancient well has not been revealed yet, and it may be dangerous to break in rashly.

Zhao Yin refused to let Xie Fang take risks easily, but Xie Fang felt a little ashamed.

"My master, my subordinates are negligent."

Zhao Yin frowned slightly, but there was no intention of blame on his face, but turned around and looked at everyone.

"Who is this person?"

The man was among the villagers just now, and there was nothing unusual, and no one expected him to do this. Moreover, this man looked not tall, but very agile, and ran very fast, unlike ordinary people.

Nandi's mother glanced at Mogma.

"His name is Jacob. He is Mogma's nephew."

Mogma's children and husband had an accident three years ago, and she was the only one left. He brought her nephew to take care of her daily life and could inherit the family business in the future.

"This child is usually honest and kind, why did he suddenly go crazy?"

"What did he do with the red drum?"

"Why jump into the ancient well?"

Some people sigh, some people sigh, and some people are puzzled.

Immediately afterwards, someone speculated in shock.

"Is it because the gods have committed sin? Take away the red drum, take away Jacob, and use the life sacrifice of life?"

As we talked, it became a matter of manipulation by gods and ghosts.

In order to win the trust of others, Shi Yong pretended to be a god and was naturally inconvenient to refute it on the spot.

Since you are a "fairy girl", you must look like a fairy girl.

She didn't say a word, and walked towards the bottomless ancient well under the attention of everyone.

"Ashi."

Zhao Yin was worried, so he stepped forward to snatch her wrist and shook his head.

"Don't be impulsive."

"Don't worry, I won't go down." Shi Yong blinked at him, slowly brushed away his hand, and walked step by step to the edge of the ancient well. His eyes turned to the wellhead, and he could only be dark. It was less than two meters below the bottom, and he couldn't see anything clearly. A fishy smell came to his nose, which was extremely unpleasant and made people breathe.

"Torch!"

Shi Yong ordered.

Soon, Zhu Jiu handed over a lit torch silently.

"Thank you." Shi Yong said, and put the torch into the well.

It was almost noon and the sun was shining.

However, the temperature at the bottom of the well was very cool. When you reached in, you felt the back of your hands were cold and your skin was cold and you felt very uncomfortable.

Shi Yong observed for a moment and found that the well wall was chiseled very neatly. At first glance, he saw that it was made by a skilled craftsman. Like the red drum, he was extremely skilled.

Unfortunately, the light from the torch cannot penetrate the bottom of the well.

What is hidden in that darkness?

Everyone was talking.

Mogma walked out with a cane tremblingly, staring at Shi Yong fiercely.

She had been sitting just now, and Shi Yong did not notice that she had inconvenience in her legs and feet. Standing in the sun like this, she looked older than in the house, with gray hair, wrinkles on her face like gullies, crawling over her cheeks, and the anger in her eyes was like a knife...

"You took Jacob's life! You pay him back!"

Her questioning was hoarse and made people feel goose bumps all over.

Shi Yong's eyes moved slightly and he looked back at him without fear, "He snatched the red drum and jumped into the ancient well, and suffered his own fault. What do you have to do with me? Who knows whether he snatched the drum and committed suicide to destroy evidence? He deliberately prevented us from exposing this life scam?"

"You dare to bite back. Isn't it that you will anger the gods if you pull out the red drum without authorization and want to kill me, Jacob?"

Mogma was excited and questioned Shi Yong sternly. He suddenly pested a crutch and looked around the crowd around him, asking with a shrill look.
To be continued...