God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Among the flowers in the sky, countless headless ghost babies climbed out of them. They shook their necks with exposed blood vessels and laughed and cried out of nowhere.

"Hee hee hee……"

"Dead...dead..."

"……Really like……"

"Hehehe...blood...I like it so much..."

In the corner where no one saw it, Li Dazhuang's body was torn into pieces by the ghost babies. Even his internal organs were torn into blurry blood by the ghost babies. Little by little, they fell on the petals of the Lingxiao flower and soaked in the soil. Disappear.

Li Dazhuang's body was torn apart by countless ghost babies, turned into scarlet blood, dripped into the soil and turned into flower mud.

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The full moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight shines on the bustling Taoyuan Village, like the cold and boring sight of some god, illuminating more of the darkness hidden under the hustle and bustle.

"The village chief will be back soon."

An Wu stood by the door. He looked at the young man who was lying on the ground and kept reaching out under the bed. His eyes paused for a few seconds at the waist that was sunken due to lying down.

"So fast?"

He Ziyun's voice was a little blurry. He took out a lot of white porcelain dolls, knelt on the ground and arranged them neatly one by one. He even arranged them all in the same direction in a rather obsessive manner.

After finishing everything, He Ziyun patted the dust on his hands, looked at the white porcelain dolls that almost covered the entire floor with satisfaction, and sighed:

"I didn't expect that the village chief's house would have so many white porcelain dolls."

From a rough look, he must be at least seventy or eighty?

This means that seventy or eighty baby girls were killed right after birth.

An Wu was a little silent. He looked at the white porcelain dolls and closed his eyes slightly:

"He's not the only one."

It can be said that whether it is the village chief's home or other villagers' homes, the number of white porcelain dolls under their beds will never be less than that of the village chief's home.

These white porcelain dolls have existed as long as Taoyuan Village has existed.

Of course He Ziyun also knew that. He stood up and patted his knees:

"I'm curious now."

The lights in the room were a bit pale, and several moths kept flapping their wings and rushed toward the incandescent lamp hanging in the room, one after another, unwilling to stop even if their wings were broken.

He Ziyun looked down at the white porcelain dolls on the floor, and his eyes paused for a moment on their identical smiling faces outlined with red paint:

"I wonder what they'll do when they're free."

What will be the fate of these villagers?

He Ziyun was simply too curious.

An Wu was silent again. He looked at the white porcelain dolls and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he hesitated for a few seconds but said nothing.

"Let's go."

He Ziyun, who didn't notice An Wu's expression, patted his sore waist, stepped forward and took An Wu's arm.

An Wu glanced down, pursed his lips slightly, and nodded: "Okay."

"Going to Li Xi's house?"

He Ziyun hesitated for a moment: "Let's go, it's probably almost time."

An Wu nodded in agreement.

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"Damn it, why did it get dark when we got back?"

Tian Zhen's face was red due to the strenuous exercise. His eyes were a little erratic at the moment, and even his head was in a trance——

No one could survive being sucked by an invisible ghost for a whole day, let alone Tian Zhen holding a human being.

Yang Yingying was angry and distressed. She had just asked Tian Zhen to put her down, but the fool didn't say a word and just ran away.

Now she was tired and panting, Yang Yingying looked anxious.

"Put me down!"

Yang Yingying's tone was a little cold when she was anxious. Tian Zhen was so frightened that she immediately put it down.

Tian Zhen scratched his head. It was obviously the cool night breeze, but he was sweating profusely, as if he had been working for a day.

Yang Yingying: "..."

She sighed, exchanged a towel and threw it to Tian Zhen, half angry:

"Wipe it yourself!"

Tian Zhen made an aggrieved sound, took the towel and wiped it on his face randomly, pretending that he had wiped it himself.

Yang Yingying: "..."

In the end, she "grabs" the towel herself, sighing and wiping the sweat off Tian Zhen's face and neck.

But indeed, why did it suddenly get so dark?

Before Yang Yingying could think clearly, a familiar female voice came from behind her.

"Hey, hey! Sister Yingying! Are you here too?"

It's Yun Feiduo.

Yang Yingying and the other two turned around, just in time to see Yun Feiduo pulling Lu Ying towards them, with joy on their faces.

"Sister Yingying, you came back too late. The banquet has already started. But it's strange that the villagers didn't ask why we were missing two people..."

Yun Feiduo talked a lot, and before anyone came near, he started sputtering a lot of words, which broke the silence around him.

Yang Yingying nodded slightly: "I don't know, it was still bright when we ran to the village, but it got dark when we entered the village."

Yun Feiduo groaned and racked his brains:

"Then there must be something wrong with the flow of time, otherwise I wouldn't know what's going on."

No one knows whether it is a matter of time, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is the final stage of the plot.

Yang Yingying didn't talk nonsense and told the whole story about how she was pulled into a fantasy world by a baby girl in a deserted grassland:

"It was very painful to have your neck ripped open, those baby girls,"

She smiled bitterly and shook her head: "No wonder they have so much resentment."

If it were any person who was deprived of his life right after birth, he would probably have a lot of resentment. Not to mention that the person who killed him was his parents.

Tian Zhen next to him turned pale. He pulled Yang Yingying's arm with trembling hands and said tremblingly:

"Ying, Yingying, why didn't you tell me..."

He was so frightened that he stopped even calling her sister.

Yang Yingying turned around and patted Tian Zhen's hand: "It's just an illusion, it's okay."

Although she said it lightly, Tian Zhen was still so frightened that he held her hand tightly and refused to let go.

Lu Ying looked at Yang Yingying's tightly held hands and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Yun Feiduo next to him rolled his eyes. Although he was a little scared, he still pretended to be calm and said:

"By the way, Sister Yingying, He Ziyun asked us to wait for him at the ancestral hall."

Yang Yingying was stunned: "Ancestral hall?"

Yun Feiduo nodded: "Yes, he told me the way, it's not far, it's not far ahead."

As he spoke, Yun Feiduo pointed to the huge Lingxiao flower wall at the end of the road:

"But before he left, he also said that the village chief would probably be there too."

Yang Yingying hesitated: "...Where is the village chief? Can we go?"

Yun Feiduo: "He said yes, and said that now the village chief is of no use. He seemed to say that it was open -"

She tilted her head and thought about it, then clapped her hands:

"Yes, the village chief should have found that he can't do anything by now?"