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

The villagers came forward to draw the items one by one. Wan Fozi's eyes froze slightly. This time, the God doll was drawn by a child.

On the surface, everything was calm, allowing everyone to go home with peace of mind.

The scene rotated, and it was late at night.

Wan Fozi, dressed in black and wearing a black mask, sneaked into the child's home.

History is always surprisingly similar. Last time, it was the old village chief who sneaked into his home like this, but this time it was his turn.

The secret of the village cannot be exposed, and the secret of the doll cannot be discovered by other villagers. It can only be mastered in his own hands.

There are five people in the child's family, including parents and grandparents. It is very difficult to successfully steal the doll.

Turning over and entering the house, Wan Fozi tiptoed and began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets.

He searched the wardrobe in the house, but there was nothing except some sundries.

"Who are you? You dare to come to the village to steal things. You are so brave!"

An angry shout came from behind. Wan Fozi was frightened and trembled all over. His hand unconsciously reached into his coat pocket and tightly grasped the short knife that the old village chief used to kill him.

The other people on the bed in the house also woke up. A masked man in black came into their house. He didn't look like a good guy at all.

"Mother, I'm scared!"

On the bed, the child curled up in the woman's arms and trembled.

"Dare to come to the village to steal, son, catch him and send him to the village chief!"

The old man said in a deep voice.

The man stood up, pulled out a thick wooden stick from the side, and slowly walked towards Wan Fozi.

Wan Fozi didn't dare to speak. He knew that once the child opened his mouth, he would probably be controlled immediately.

Today's matter can't be settled peacefully. He has already alerted the snake. He must get the God Doll as soon as possible.

"Don't hit me, I surrender!"

Wan Fozi said slowly.

"You are still a cowardly thief, which is a relief."

The man stepped forward and grabbed Wan Fozi. At this moment, Wan Fozi pulled out the short knife inserted in his sleeve and stabbed the tall man in front of him frantically.

In just one breath, the man was stabbed seven or eight times, his eyes widened.

"You..."

"Mom, take the child and run!"

The man roared in a low voice and collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

"Ah!"

The woman screamed miserably, the sound cut through the sky and echoed throughout the village.

Wan Fozi's face changed. The other party's scream would definitely attract the surrounding villagers. If people saw it, all his efforts would be in vain.

He didn't have much time left, and he had to get the doll as soon as possible.

"Shut up, don't shout!"

Wan Fozi rushed forward and stabbed the woman's heart fiercely with a knife, and the shrill screams in the village disappeared.

"The old man will fight you!"

"Old woman, take your grandson away!"

"Go find someone to help!"

The old man rushed out from the side, threw Wan Fozi to the ground, and started to wrestle.

The old lady picked up her grandson and ran out, but was caught by Wan Fozi's ankle and fell to the ground, and her grandson burst into tears.

For a moment, the scene in the house was extremely chaotic.

All the tables, chairs and benches were overturned on the ground, and there were constant clanging sounds in the house.

The lights of several houses around were bright, and several male owners walked out of their own houses and carefully went to the family of five to check the situation.

"Chunsheng?"

"What happened in your family?"

A villager asked at the door. After waiting for a few seconds, no one responded, and a villager broke through the door and rushed in.

The rest of the villagers followed closely, but in just a moment, they were terrified.

In front of him was a bloody picture, a family of five people, all lying in a pool of blood, each with several deep knife marks on their bodies.

The child was cut in the neck by a knife, and the two old people were stabbed in the heart.

The scene was extremely horrifying.

"Who did this!"

"Hurry up and inform the village chief!"

A few minutes later, Wan Fozi returned to the family of five surrounded by the crowd.

The blood on his body had been washed clean, and the God doll was in his hands again. The doll had been held in the child's arms, and it took a lot of effort to snatch it.

The secret of the doll could not be shared with others, so the family could only be sent to hell.

Fortunately, it has become normal for people to die after the sacrifice every year. At this time, the death of the five people in the family was easily attributed to the ancestors collecting heads.

The villagers were a little panicked.

Wan Fozi held the doll in his hand and gave another order: "There is nothing to be afraid of. Bury the body and then tear down this house and rebuild it. Our village must continue to move forward."

The villagers agreed.

The scene changed again, and it had been several yearsIn the past, Wan Fozi became the same person as the old village chief.

People died in the village every year, and Wan Fozi's heart became wilder and wilder. He didn't care about the lives of the villagers at all. He held the God Doll in his hand, and anyone who dared to disobeyed him would be killed directly.

The woman he wanted was just a matter of a word.

Wan Fozi also didn't care about exposing his secrets. In this village, everyone had obeyed him unconditionally, and it didn't matter even if the secret of the doll was known.

It was time to draw items again, and Wan Fozi had not explored the secret of the tablet, because there was a vague voice in his heart that kept reminding himself that he only needed to honestly draw one item from the token every time, and don't worry about anything else.

And with the existence of the doll, other things were not so important.

The day before the ancestral temple sacrifice, Wan Fozi gave the village the last instruction.

"From today on, any villager who wants to take the doll is not allowed to take any action for a month. The next villager who draws the doll must take the initiative to deliver the doll to the village chief."

After the order was issued, Wan Fozi smiled. This was a permanent solution. From now on, no matter who gets the doll, he will give it to himself. He will be the eternal master of this village!

The next morning, everything was going in an orderly manner.

The villagers drew items one after another. This time, the doll fell into the hands of a woman.

This is a beautiful woman, eighteen years old. Wan Fozi has been waiting for her to grow up for several years. When he thought that the other party was about to send the doll to his door, and then he would kiss her, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Wan Fozi sat at home, tapping the table with his fingers: "Hurry up, beauty, I can't wait!"

As soon as this thought came out, Wan Fozi's body suddenly stopped and was imprisoned in the same place without moving.

He was horrified, he was controlled, specifically, he was not controlled, but the order he issued before took effect, he was anxious just now, desperate to get the beauty and the doll, resulting in his inability to move now.

At this time, a figure walked in slowly at the door.

"Village chief, my daughter is here to deliver the God doll."