I'm afraid of pain, so I put all my defense into it.

Hiss!

Wan Fozi took a breath of cold air. He had guessed that the doll was somewhat extraordinary, but he didn't expect it to be so extraordinary.

It can control the actions of the villagers. This is a magic weapon!

"So, you used this doll to control the actions of the whole village before?"

Wan Fozi raised the doll and continued to ask. He felt that he had vaguely touched on a big secret.

With the help of the doll, Boule de Suif told everything honestly.

In fact, there is no so-called unity in this village at all. The reason why the secrets in the village have not been spread out is just because Boule de Suif gave instructions to the villagers with the doll.

According to the other party, before the sacrifice every year, the doll will disappear strangely, and one of the villagers will definitely draw this doll. Wan Fozi has just seen what happened afterwards. Boule de Suif will kill the villager and take away the right to use the doll.

Then continue to control the entire village. This situation has lasted for more than ten years.

If he hadn't failed today, he would have continued to control the village.

Wan Fozi was horrified. It was incredible that a child could do such a mysterious thing.

Boule de Suif told him everything he had done over the years, including some that led to the progress of the village and some that were dirty and vulgar. Wan Fozi had a complicated expression. With this child, he was omnipotent.

At least, no one in this village could resist him.

"What's the matter with the sacrificial tablet? Why are there inexhaustible treasures in it?"

"This old man doesn't know either. It's just that the ancestral precepts say that every year during the sacrifice, each villager can draw an item."

"The old man has explained everything he should explain. Please let him go!"

"The old man can go far away and never reveal any secrets of the child!"

The village chief Boule de Suif begged bitterly.

Wan Fozi's eyes flashed with a fierce look. After hearing the whole story, his first reaction was to kill the old man in front of him, so that he would be the only one who knew the secret.

But then he suddenly caught a glimpse of the words on the wall and was stunned.

"Don't kill, don't kill!"

He changed his mind immediately, raised the doll of the god and said, "Ball of Fat, from now on, you must not have any evil intentions towards me, and you must obey my orders 100%."

"Yes, old man, I will listen to you!" said Ball of Fat.

Wan Fozi breathed a sigh of relief, sent Ball of Fat away, walked to the corner of the wall, and began to carefully examine the words on the wall.

"Don't be close to women, don't kill..."

"My Buddha has mercy..."

The handwriting of these words is completely different from his own. Who wrote these words?

Wan Fozi was very sure that no one except the village chief had entered his house. Carving so many words was a big project. If someone was playing tricks, he would definitely find it at the first time.

He had just asked the village chief, and he had never encountered such a situation.

He felt a stinging sensation on his arm, and looked down.

There was a line of blood engraved on his forearm: Take only one item, never more.

He had completely become the Wanfozi of this world, and had lost his original memory. He was a little panicked. This was definitely not something a human could do. Combined with today's strange experience, he felt that it was most likely the will left by the God doll.

The other party was reminding him to kill less and not be greedy.

Could it be a Buddhist doll?

The next morning, Wanfozi strolled on the street with the doll in his arms.

He decided to do what was written on the wall, do more good deeds, and use the doll to benefit the people.

But today, the people on the street looked at him with a strange look in their eyes, as if they were pointing fingers at him from behind.

Wanfozi reached into his pocket with one hand and held the God doll without leaving a trace, and walked towards a village woman.

"Are you talking about me?"

The village woman nodded subconsciously: "Yes"

"What are you talking about me?"

The village woman continued: "Some people say that you got a cursed doll, which will bring disaster to the village."

"Who said that?"

"I don't know, anyway, everyone is saying that your doll is unlucky, why not throw it away."

The village woman advised.

"Okay, you tell everyone, I will throw it away later."

Wan Fozi nodded and left.

Of course, the doll cannot be thrown away, it will never be thrown away in this life, and I haven't tried its ability yet!

Wan Fozi found Boule de Suif and suspected that he was spreading rumors. He ignored the other party's defense and directly issued an order that all actions in the future must be under his command, otherwise he could not act at will.…

A few days later, the village chief died.

He starved to death.

Upon hearing the news, Wan Fozi was terrified. He had never thought that the old village chief would stop eating and drinking because of a single order.

Because his order killed the old village chief, he violated the words on the wall to avoid killing, and he was a little panicked and afraid of being punished.

After the funeral, the village was leaderless and needed a new village chief.

"We should take more resources from the tablets and sell them, so that the village can get rich soon!"

A villager said so.

The village chief was dead, and the order he had issued to keep the village secrets no longer existed.

Wan Fozi was shocked. The village secrets must not be exposed, so he issued an order immediately.

"I want to be the village chief!"

The scene changed.

Wan Fozi became the village chief and continued to issue orders to the villagers to keep secrets, and ordered the villagers to open up fields and be self-sufficient, and the village gradually became rich.

During this time, he found that even if he violated the words on the wall, there was no problem, and he was completely relieved.

When the government came to collect taxes, he bribed them with gold and silver and sent them away.

The village became more and more prosperous.

During this period, Wan Fozi kept giving instructions to the villagers, making them respect him. In just a few months, he became the most prestigious person in the village and played an important role.

Wan Fozi demolished the original old house and rebuilt a magnificent house.

Seeing that the somewhat annoying engravings were all flattened, the bloody words on the forearm were restored to their original state.

Wan Fozi, who had fully mastered the use of the doll, had more ideas in his mind. He wanted to use the doll to seek some benefits for himself. If any daughter grew up to the age of marriage, he would go to the door and say, "Come to my house tonight."

Afterwards, he directly issued an order to keep the secret and not to spread it.

Time passed, a year passed, and it was time for the clan sacrifice again.

Wan Fozi stood in front of the ancestral hall and said loudly: "It's a new year again. We have been able to develop to this point because of unity. Only unity can allow us to keep the village's secrets and develop better!"

"No more nonsense, let's start drawing items!"