In the afternoon, everything was ready for the sacrificial ceremony, and the village chief gathered everyone once more to remind them again.
The entire village was present.
The expressions on everyone's faces weren't very good, and apart from the village chief's speech, the scene was quiet.
The villagers wore clothes with dozens of patches and worn-out cloth shoes, yet the altar was filled with grains and livestock, a stark contrast that appeared both ironic and tragic.
Su Li was pushed to the front, and beside her were Xiao Tong and a little girl, the two holding hands and occasionally whispering to each other.
The little girl was likely Xiao Li, whom Xiao Tong had mentioned.
Xiao Li was a very frail-looking girl, with yellowed hair and a little face that had no flesh, making her eyes appear extraordinarily large.
And her other hand clutched tightly at her mother's skirt.
