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Chapter 629

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Chi Jiao and Quan Jue followed behind Huo Chen, while Beitang Lie and Pei Yao followed behind them.

Just as Huo Chen had said, Feng Tong Village was like a maze. All the houses seemed to be carved out of the same mold. They were all square bungalows with small courtyards. The roads were very narrow and there were many forks and turns.

Although it was only eight or nine at night, the village was like a giant beast that had entered a deep sleep. Other than the sound of the cold wind blowing, it was difficult to hear anything else.

There were no street lamps on both sides of the road, but there was a white lantern hanging at the door of every house. The pale light emitted from the white lanterns barely illuminated the road.

"Are you afraid?" Quan Jue suddenly lowered his voice and asked the girl beside him.

Chi Jiao was looking around curiously, but there was no sign of fear on her face.

This was the first time she had seen such a clean village.

Although Feng Tong Village was famous for being poor, the roads were clean and tidy. There was not a single trace of trash.

Pei Yao looked around curiously as well. However, Beitang Lie, who was walking beside her, was not so calm.

Ever since he stepped into this village, Beitang Lie could clearly feel the chilly wind.

The dead silence around him made his nerves tense to the extreme.

At this moment, Beitang Lie's mind was filled with the terrifying legends of Feng Tong Village.

Among them, the little girl in shroud was the scariest.

He had found out about this terrifying legend in Feng Tong Village's information today.

Beitang Lie glanced at Pei Yao from the corner of his eye. Seeing her looking around curiously and not afraid at all, his heart skipped a beat.

"Yaoyao, have you heard of the terrifying legend of Feng Tong Village?" Beitang Lie asked softly.

"What terrifying legend?" Pei Yao asked casually.

"The story of the little girl in shroud." Beitang Lie suppressed the fear in his heart. He wanted to scare Pei Yao, and it would be best if she could hide in his arms.

Pei Yao shook her head, her interest piqued. "Tell me about it."

Seeing that she was not afraid at all, Beitang Lie felt that she was still too young.

"Legend has it that Feng Tong Village has the custom of sacrificing the blood of living people to the god they worship. The chosen one will become the Saintess. Every time the Saintess is chosen, the villagers will gather a sum of money for her family as a subsidy. "Because the Saintess can't survive in the end, no family is usually willing to offer their daughter as a sacrifice. However, there are exceptions. It is said that a hundred years ago, there was a famine in the village. In order. in order to seek the protection, to seek protection from the famine, the villagers. Therefore, the villagers, to elect another Saintess and gave, and offered. The Saintess's family, and gave their conditions. The Saintess's's's. The Saintess' ''s, and her would's.. During the famine, three catties of rice was more expensive than gold. A family named Liu offered their daughter as a sacrifice. His daughter was only eight years old. Generally speaking, Saintesses had to wait until they reached adulthood. However, it was not impossible for them to do so at the age of eight. It was just that the villagers felt that the child was too young to do it. However, he insisted on giving his daughter away for the sake of the three kilograms of rice. The girl's mother was unwilling, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Once the Saintess was chosen, she would belong to God E Luo. Even if she no longer wanted to be the Saintess in the future, she would not be allowed to return home or have any contact with her parents. She would not even be allowed to speak to them. Therefore, the girl's mother prepared a shroud for her in advance. She knew that the girl wouldn't live for more than half a year after she became the Saintess, so she wanted her daughter to have a decent shroud when she died. Although the girl was only eight years old, she knew everything. She didn't want to leave her parents, and she didn't want to be the Saintess. Therefore, she hanged herself in the red shroud. " Speaking until here, Beitang Lie paused and looked at Pei Yao.

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