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It's just that before the group could reply, a woman's slow voice came from the gate of the courtyard:

"What are you guys doing at my house?"

Hearing this, the leading villager who was still sober-faced just now froze, and his expression became a little uneasy. As soon as he turned around, he saw the woman behind him slowly coming forward from the road that the villagers gave way to, shaking the wooden stick in her hand. Signed, and said with a little confidence:

"Isn't this... the village chief said that the sacrifice will be held again! So, that's why we came here uninvited today."

After finishing speaking, he subconsciously straightened his back, coughed loudly a few times, and then said seriously:

"Aunt Li, you can make us wait so long, let's not deal with those fake things, this...you know, the old rules follow."

Lan Qiaoyi noticed that when the villagers said the last few words, their expressions were obviously a little unnatural.

He can see it, and others can naturally see it too.

Lan Qiaoyi looked around quietly, and found that Zhou Ziji and Zhao Ying were both in deep thought. Chu Yue always had a cold face. As for Jiang Tian...

From an angle that no one could see, the boy blinked his left eye quickly, then turned his head away as if nothing had happened.

Lan Qiaoyi, who was forced to harvest a "wink", was still a little dazed when he heard a woman's hoarse voice:

"Old rules..."

Riemann's eyes swept over the villagers present, and seeing these people more or less dodged, he looked back at the mission workers in the yard, and suddenly sneered:

"Ah--"

The woman raised her hand, walked up to the leading man who couldn't hide his astonishment, and waved her hand.

"Bring it."

Without raising her eyelids, she just casually took one from the wooden slip tube that the man handed over.

Seeing one of the wooden slips in Aunt Li's hands, the leading man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, okay, let's go."

The villagers pushed and shoved each other and dispersed towards the gate of the yard, leaving only one sentence:

"Remember to go to the village chief's house tomorrow morning to check the lottery results."

"..."

The woman didn't reply, but just stared at the heavy wooden stick in her hand with downcast eyes, her expression was gloomy.

Lan Qiaoyi saw that the noisy courtyard was emptied again in a short period of time, and felt that everything that happened just now was extremely absurd.

When Riemann turned and returned to his room, Zhao Ying quickly winked at his teammates, and everyone followed him back to the room knowingly.

"That wooden sign is definitely weird."

As soon as he entered the room, the middle-aged man said firmly.

Jiang Tian shrugged and followed him closely to express his opinion:

"I agree."

Seeing everyone's eyes focused on him, the boy casually rubbed his red hair, curled his lips:

"Why do you look at me like that? What he said is the truth."

Lan Qiaoyi stood aside and silently added in his heart:

[I also agree. ]

[so smart. ]

228's unabashed praise made Lan Qiao Yi's cheeks flush like an attractive red apple.

The little boy blinked in embarrassment, fanned his slender eyelashes, and pursed his red lips, making Chu Yue, who was standing on his right, subconsciously rub his fingertips, feeling a little itchy in his heart.

"Although I don't know why the sacrifice that has been put on hold for many years happened to be restarted this year, but according to the copy, the news we have learned so far..."

Zhou Ziji pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, and said quietly:

"The sacrifice in Zhujia Village seems to be a 'dead end' for the taskers in this dungeon."

The eyes of the villagers looking at them before they left suddenly flashed in Lan Qiaoyi's mind.

— as if looking at an object.

He shuddered at his own conjecture.

... No one really sleeps tonight.

Except Blue Bridge Yi.

The scenes in dreams are always too real.

At this time, he was standing in the village, and heard the whispers of the people around him:

"I don't know which girl will be selected this year, but don't be my child!"

"Bah, bah, don't talk nonsense, this is a great happy event! If my bad family is elected, this year I will have no worries about food and clothing."

Lan Qiaoyi clenched his palms tightly, and then heard another voice:

"Whether it's luck or something else, don't tell too soon."

He turned his head and saw a young woman squinting at the women who were still discussing eagerly just now.

"How do you know that you are from another village! If a girl from a family is selected as a sacrifice, in order to make up for it, the village chief has said that he will protect his family's food and clothing throughout the year."

"What about the chosen ones?"

the young woman asked back.

Suddenly, a strange feeling came to my heart, and Lan Qiaoyi said uncontrollably:

"After the ceremony is completed, the girl can return to a normal life, but she is not allowed to marry a man in the village for the rest of her life."

The young woman was startled, and cursed brokenly:

"What a broken rule!"

At this moment, a voice sounded, and the noisy surroundings instantly fell silent.

Lan Qiaoyi stared blankly at the road that was suddenly parted in front of him, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm.

He looked down, and what he held tightly in his hand was a wooden slip, and the two small wooden characters on it were exactly the words that the old village chief who was standing on the high platform said:

"Begonia."

Is his wooden name.

There was silence around him, his body was stiff, and he walked forward while shouting loudly. The surrounding villagers didn't know when their faces were blank. Ah Shan, who was in the middle of nowhere, finally fixed his gaze on another figure standing beside the old village head.

"Ah... Ah Feng."

Lan Qiaoyi heard his trembling voice.

At this moment, the figure moved.

"Run—"

He saw the man's lips parting and closing.

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