Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Thousands of paper cranes flew to the window of the village chief's house. Inside, the village chief with silver hair was sitting on a chair. In front of him stood the villagers, who were talking in low voices.

"Village Chief, Fumei is a villager after all. Are we really going to use her for the sacrifice this time? Isn't that a bit too..."

"Humph, this is what God has destined. I had to go to the trouble of finding a girl before the sacrifice, but now she's delivered to my door. If I don't sacrifice, what will happen if the evil spirit comes looking for me?"

After the village chief finished speaking harshly, his tone softened a bit: "I know you don't have the heart to do this, but there's nothing we can do about it. Who made her bump into us?"

A villager thought for a moment and said, "Village chief, what about the other two people? They are said to be teachers at the school. What if they go missing and the police come to the village to look for them?"

"What are you afraid of? We have the protection of the mountain god. No one can do anything to us. Look how much younger I am this time."

"...The village chief looks to be in his fifties or sixties. May the gods bless our village. In the future, our village will surely prosper and become the richest village."

The village chief's lips curled slightly, his eyes full of ambition.

His life now is more comfortable than that of the emperor. Everyone in the village listens to him. The gods protect him, and he can eat and drink delicious food and live forever. How wonderful it is!

As for those who offered sacrifices, it was because they were unlucky. They should make some contribution to the village. Only when the gods are happy can they bless the village with good weather and good harvests.

The village chief was thinking of something, and a sinister malice flashed in his eyes: "Let's keep those two people. The cub needs some nutrition, and we need to use their bodies to nourish it."

The villagers couldn't help but shudder when they thought of the terrifying scene in the cave in the back mountain that made their scalps tingle.

He hurriedly said, "Yes, I will listen to the village chief."

"Alright, all of you go back now. I need to rest now too. I'm going to do my best to serve the gods. You can all eat that in the future. Immortality is only a matter of time."

After everyone left, the village chief leaned on the bed, drank some wine and hummed a song. The thing that he had been worrying about was now solved. It was great that he had both the food and the offerings for the sacrifice.

Well, it looks like he’ll need the villagers to go out before he can bring more people in. Otherwise, if all the villagers die, what will he use then?

The little paper crane waited for a while before flapping its wings and slowly flew back.

Su Chen reached out, put the thousand paper cranes in his pocket, lay on the bed and fell asleep with his eyes closed. He kept watch in the second half of the night while Chen Cheng was snoring.

When it was dawn, Chen Cheng slept until dawn and stretched.

"Oh my! I thought I was going to have insomnia, but I slept so soundly. The mountain air must be so good."

The two of them left the room and simply washed up in the yard. The village chief called out, "Come over here. Breakfast is ready, and there's a big dish prepared for you."

The village chief looked at them with a smile, but there was an indescribable feeling in his eyes.

Chen Cheng couldn't help but shudder: "What's the main dish?"

"Haha, come and take a look and you'll know. Since you're not a distinguished guest, I can't bear to have anyone make this dish. You all come and try it. Fumei was curious about this when she was a child."

The three of them walked over and sat down, and they saw that what was in the plate was not a moth, but a living moth flapping its wings. Chen Cheng suddenly thought of the corpse moth in the ancient tomb.

It's exactly the same, except that the one here is a little smaller. Ugh, so disgusting.

Chen Cheng covered his mouth with a look of horror.

The village chief glanced at him and said with a smile, "People who first come to our village are a little afraid of this dish. But once you actually try it, you'll realize how delicious it is."

"It has an original flavor when you take a bite, and you can even feel it moving in your mouth. I guarantee you'll love it if you try one. Come, Fumei, try it too."

"You know, in the village, girls like you are not allowed to sit at the table. But here at Grandpa's place, there are no outsiders, so it's okay for you to sit at the table."