Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

Unfortunately, Zhao Qiaoniang had already run away and they ran into the mountains.

Mrs. Bai panted and said, "This Fu Guangquan is crazy. Let's not play with him. Or should we take the small road?"

Zhao Qiaoniang also panted and said, "Okay, let's take the small road. The small road is safer."

Although it may be a bit confusing, it is really stable!

Finally, they unanimously decided to let Naitang lead the way, and they followed Naitang.

In fact, this path is not easy to walk on. The mountain road is too rugged and their car is too heavy.

After walking for half a month, Lin Fugui said, "I don't know where we are. I haven't seen anyone for more than half a month."

Master Bai took a sip of his wine and said, "We're quite far from Baling County now. We should be heading down the mountain today. We don't have much food left, do we?"

Zhao Qiaoniang counted and said, "There are still five bags of food. I wonder if they can make it to Bianjing."

Master Bai stood up, looking at the road down the mountain, and said, "Let's take a good rest on the mountain today, and prepare to go down the mountain tomorrow! I hope this place hasn't been affected by the disaster."

Mulan said loudly, "As long as I don't see those people from Lin Village and Wang Village, I think every day is a good day."

Cui Ya nodded in agreement and said, "Isn't that right? As long as we don't run into those people, it'll be fine."

They spent the night in the mountains and went down the mountain early the next morning.

In fact, it was not that they wanted to go down the mountain, but there was no other way to go, so they had to go down the mountain.

A group of people walked slowly towards the town. It was a remote place, and Naitang led them to the town quickly.

The archway at the entrance of the town had the words "Wutong Town" written on it crookedly. As you stepped into the town, the streets were covered with thick dust and fallen leaves, and occasionally you could see a few dried animal corpses, emitting a foul stench.

Most of the houses on both sides had their doors and windows tightly closed, and many were already crumbling, with cracks all over the walls.

There were a few shops on the street that were barely open, with very few goods inside. The shopkeepers sat listlessly at the doorways, their eyes full of numbness and despair.

In a tavern, several ragged men were sitting around a shabby table.

There were only a few bowls of turbid wine on the table. They were arguing over a piece of dry food that had long been moldy, their faces red and their ears flushed, neither of them giving in.

In the square in the center of the town, a group of refugees gathered. They were disheveled and had empty eyes.

Some were lying on the ground, dying, while others were rummaging through the garbage, hoping to find something to fill their stomachs.

Several skinny children, with surprisingly big eyes, were surrounding a dead mouse, hesitating whether to eat it raw.

Under the sycamore tree in the town, an old witch was muttering something, with some strange herbs and bones placed in front of her.

Several frightened women gathered around, handing their few belongings to the old witch, praying for her protection and to escape from the endless famine.

"Wizard, please think of a solution! My son... my son is on his last breath, please save him." A woman knelt in front of the wizard, holding a skinny child.

The wizard glanced at her expressionlessly and said, "You are hopeless, child..."

"It's hopeless, no, wizard, I'll give you whatever you want." The woman begged bitterly, tears slowly streaming down her face.

The wizard said coldly, "Didn't I ask you to bring a bag of food?"

"If I had food, I wouldn't come to you! Please..."

The woman next to him said loudly:

"What can you say if there's no food? Wizards also need to communicate with the heavens and the earth. How can they communicate without food?

Hurry up and take this broken child with you and get out of here."

She kicked the child, and the child fell to the ground from a high place. The woman rushed over and said:

"Why are you kicking my child? Wuuwuwu... Even if I have no food, you shouldn't kick the child!

Ergou, Ergou...this is the only child I have left." The woman hugged Ergou, tears streaming down her face.

Zhao Qiaoniang sighed and was about to leave when she was stopped by the old witch. Calling her an old witch was not really an insult to her.

In ancient times, such people were generally called witches or witches.

They were believed to have the ability to communicate with spirits.

They usually dress in strange and mysterious clothes and wear special headdresses, such as head rings woven with bird feathers or vines.

The witch was wearing a black robe with some crooked runes embroidered on it. There were several colorful bird feathers in her hair, which swayed gently with her movements.

A pair of cloudy eyes stared straight at the child in Zhao Qiaoniang's arms.

She moved her feet, her body slightly hunched but revealing a frightening majesty. She slowly raised her dry fingers and pointed at Zhao Qiaoniang. Her voice was hoarse and cold: "Bring the child in your arms here for me to see."

Zhao Qiaoniang hugged the child tightly, stared at her warily, and asked loudly, "What do you want to do?"

The witch grinned, revealing a few broken yellow teeth. She slowly stood up and said viciously:

"Don't worry about what I want to do. This child is a disaster. It is because of her that we have suffered a disaster.

Only by killing this child and offering a sacrifice to the heavens can we pray for rain and save everyone from this disaster."

Dozens of believers around all stood up and looked at Zhao Qiaoniang and her group with vicious eyes.

Lin Wanwan was really speechless. She had just come down the mountain, so how did she get into trouble with these people?

Maybe the old witch has taken a fancy to the things on their wheelbarrow?

The old witch's followers looked at Lin Wanwan and said, "My Lady Witch, are you saying that if we just kill this child, we can live a good life?"

The old witch grinned and said:

"Yes, this child is a punishment from God.

If we kill her, God will send rain for us and we will no longer have drought."

When the group of believers heard the witch's words, they looked at each other in confusion at first, then a fanatical flame gradually ignited in their eyes and they quickly gathered around.

A big, bearded man was the first to shout, "Hand over the child! This is the greatest honor for your family!"

A tall, thin man nearby also shouted, "This kid died a worthy death by helping everyone get through this difficult time. He will definitely be remembered in the future!"

"Thanks to the guidance of the witch, this is a godsend opportunity, don't miss it!" An old man said tremblingly, his eyes full of blind faith.

Everyone echoed in unison: "Yes, if we sacrifice this child, God will surely know our sincerity and bless us!"

After saying that, several strong men approached Zhao Qiaoniang impatiently, reaching out to snatch the child away, as if good days would come immediately if they could catch the child.

The people around also had ferocious faces. In their minds, the witch was a messenger from God who could communicate with God.

Every word of the witch is like a golden rule that cannot be questioned, even if it means sacrificing an innocent child.