The wolf's blood had already been shed on the road before, so there was no trace of it all the way into the village.
When she carried the wolf back, she felt too tired, so she put it on the ground. The blood stains stained the ground, and then some flowed out. But Simon cleaned it up that day, because Ji Xinyao didn't clean it up by herself, so she forgot about it.
There were also blood stains.
"Why is there blood on this door?" Song Xiren asked sternly.
"Maybe it was left behind in the past?" Ji Xinyao tried to quibble, but seeing everyone staring at her, her voice couldn't help but become smaller and smaller, "I'm just offering a possibility."
They couldn't explain why there was blood in such a place.
Song Zilian immediately protected Ji Xinyao behind him and glanced at Simon.
"To be honest, I did it. Xinyao and I wanted to run away that day, but we met a wolf on the road. It jumped towards Xinyao, so I killed it. If you have any questions, come to me.
, let the old man and the woman go."
What he said was so accurate that everyone present became angry.
"He killed the God of Fortune, kill him!"
"Burn him at the stake! Burn him to death!"
"Don't let anyone go."
Song Xiren originally wanted to protect him, as long as the blame could be placed on others, but Song Xiren never expected that Song Zilian would admit it himself.
He raised his hand to signal everyone to be silent.
"Zi Lian, I know you want to protect this woman, so you take the responsibility on yourself. Even if you come out to cover for her, I can't let her go. If I want to execute her, I will also execute you together.
You don’t need to waste your efforts. It’s better to tell the truth.”
"What I said is the truth. I killed the wolf. It had nothing to do with Xinyao and the others."
Song Xiren looked at him with a hateful expression.
"Song Zilian, you must be responsible for what you said."
Song Zilian always had very good ears and had already heard some noises. He quickly took Ji Xinyao's hand, turned to Simon and said, "Let's go!"
The people surrounding the room immediately formed a human wall, trying to block their way.
Ji Xinyao and Song Zilian looked at each other and prepared to kill directly.
Just like when they met for the first time, the two cooperated seamlessly and quickly eliminated the people in the first circle.
Song Xiren was protected at the back. He saw that the bravest young men in his village were knocked to the ground. He was afraid that they might have a chance to break through the encirclement, so he immediately pressed a button on his mobile phone.
Soon, sirens sounded in the village and villagers rushed out.
He sent Song Jinghao out to attract the crowd.
"The real culprit who killed the God of Fortune has been found. It's Song Zilian and the others. Come with me and stop them!"
The huge crowd followed Song Jinghao, writing some handy brooms, rakes, sticks and the like.
"Avenge the God of Fortune! Kill them!"
"No one can be let go!"
At this time, there was suddenly a huge propeller sound, accompanied by strong winds.
The villagers had never seen this sight before, and they were so frightened that they immediately hugged their heads.
"Retribution has come. The God of Fortune must be taking revenge on our whole village!"
"Ahhh! Are we going to die?"
Some people even fell to the ground.
"I don't want to die yet, please spare me, please spare me."
Song Xiren saw the scene in front of him through the window and was completely stunned.
Song Zilian also looked at the crowd of people lying down together. It seemed that the level of ignorance of these people had exceeded his imagination.
"Get up, how could this be a punishment from the God of Fortune? It's just a helicopter!" Song Jinghao shouted loudly. He covered his eyes with his hands to prevent the dust stirred by the wind from running into his eyes, and then looked up at the sky.
Helicopter.
Getting closer.
This helicopter was clearly heading towards them.
"They want to run away! We can't let them run away, we must give an explanation to the God of Fortune!" Song Jinghao shouted loudly.
Even Song Xiren in the room changed his words.
"He is not Song Zilian! He is just here to cause harm to our village. I have long wondered why he was still alive when the Song family was burned down. Everyone else died. Why is he still alive? He is definitely not the Song Zilian before. He
It’s a monster!”
When the villagers heard this, they became even more excited.
An alien monster killed their own god, how could they let it go?
The man who had just been knocked to the ground quickly got up and followed Song Jinghao forward.
Song Zilian and Ji Xinyao did not rest, and fought hard to get out of the house. However, there were too many people outside, and they were like trapped animals.
The helicopter outside descended to the fixed point and lowered the rope ladder.
Song Zilian felt that he could not delay it any longer. These people were just wasting their physical energy in vain.
"Let them go, and I'll give it to you if you need anything." Song Zilian negotiated with Song Xiren again.
"Impossible!" Song Xiren raised his hand, "Catch them!"
As the crowd approached, Song Zilian said loudly, "I remember you said before that you need to get the remains of the previous God of Fortune to select the next Wolf God. Now you only got its fur and don't know where its bones are."
Where, wouldn't the so-called God of Fortune be able to continue to bless you?"
His words immediately caught the villagers' weakness.
"This...is like this."
"Yes, how can we choose the next God of Fortune if we don't have any bones?"
"What will our village do if we don't have the blessing of the God of Fortune?"
Everyone fell into anxiety. This was the rule of the ancestors, and Song Xiren could not violate it.
"Do you know where the remains of the God of Fortune are?" Song Xiren asked displeasedly, "It seems that you are really the murderer."
"Let Simon and Xinyao go, I'll stay and tell you, otherwise we'll be finished together." He looked at everyone present, "It's only two days until the fifteenth day. If we can't determine the next God of Fortune, I'll give it to you."
The ceremony must also be stopped, right? Doesn’t the god who protects you become angry?”
The villagers were so frightened that they looked at Song Xiren, hoping that he could come up with an idea.
Song Xiren lowered his eyes, he could only appease people's hearts first.
"Okay, since you always insist that you have nothing to do with them and that you are the God of Fortune you killed, then we only want your life."
Ji Xinyao grabbed Song Zilian's hand and shook her head towards him, "Let's go together."
"We are surrounded like this, and none of us can escape. Just listen to me for once and take Simon away first. I will be fine, I promise you."
Ji Xinyao lowered her head and was speechless for a long time.
Song Zilian hugged her and said, "Don't even think about letting Simon go alone first, otherwise Simon won't leave. He is an old man and it is not safe to stay here. Just consider it for him. I will be back soon."
, It’s okay, my life should not be cut off, I will only die of illness, and the time is not up yet.”
Ji Xinyao hugged him tightly.
Indeed, just as Song Zilian said, if neither of them left, how could Simon, the butler, desert his master.
"I'll leave first and wait for you to come back. Hurry up, you know I don't have much patience."