Rebirth of Flames: Prime Minister's daughter is crazy

Chapter 75 The Scarlet Primordial Spirit 7
Seeing that it was a handsome man who came forward this time, the man covered his heart to soothe his wounded heart,

Surprised and asked: "You are outsiders, our Huoyan Village has been isolated from the world for many years, how did you find here?"

The geographical environment here, the mountain village is located in a low-lying area, surrounded by mountains, it can also be regarded as isolated from the world.

It is a waste of resources for such a good place to become a dry place under the influence of the fire phoenix.

Qilin nodded, and hurriedly apologized, "The two of us went out on the wrong road, and suddenly saw a village here, so we came here. I don't know where you are going in such a hurry?"

The most important thing is to ask the reason clearly, because this village is their only hope to defeat Fire Phoenix. After Qilin apologized, he went straight to the point.

The villagers shook their heads helplessly, "Since we went the wrong way, that's fine... Anyway, our Huoyan Village has become a barren land."

Glancing at the direction where the sun was setting in the west, the villagers hurriedly said: "I won't tell you more, I have to rush to pray for rain."

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped out, and before they could ask any more questions, he had already run out, and he was a few feet away from Mo Ruo and the others in an instant.

Qilin wanted to catch up and ask again, but was stopped by Mo Ruo, "Don't ask, let's follow up and see, maybe we can find a breakthrough."

After saying that, Mo Ruo also followed.

On the way they walked, the doors of the four houses were closed tightly, and a big lock on the door announced that the owner was not at home.

For a dry place, praying for rain is a top priority, so it's no wonder that the villager just now walked hurriedly.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, they saw a ten-foot-high stone platform not far away. On the high platform was a long table with a few melon and fruit tributes placed on it; Several giant incense sticks, the size of a ping-pong ball and one meter long, shot straight into the sky.

A few elders on the stage were kneeling devoutly, and there were not many people in the audience, only a hundred or so, and they all folded their hands and bowed in a row.

This is what the villagers said just now for praying for rain.

Maybe it was the wrong time to come, and I missed the time to pray for rain, so I didn't see the real ceremony of praying for rain.

At this time, there was no heavy rain as the villagers imagined, and the sky was still bright and sunny.

Those lost faces are all full of longing for heavy rain.

"What's the use of praying for rain like this? It's better to try hard to find the source of water than praying for a useless god."

What Mo Ruo dislikes the most is doing useless work. Now the villagers are doing useless work in begging for rain, and they don't think much about it, and shout loudly at places where there are many people.

How can a murderer who can kill babies care about the lives of these mortals?
If Mo Ruo didn't speak, the group of people might not have noticed her. As soon as she spoke, the villagers all looked at her with hatred.

That look, disappointment and loneliness instantly turned into anger, cannibalistic anger.

The older man on the stage also looked at her in astonishment and anger.

"Patriarch, she blasphemed the gods."

The people in the audience were already enraged, loudly declaring Mo Ruo's crimes.

The old man called the patriarch looked to be 80 years old, with a gray beard and long snow-white hair. He raised his hand slightly to signal them to stop talking. He took two steps forward with a cane and looked at the two people in front of him. a stranger.

(End of this chapter)