The villagers looked at each other.
Gu Nuo'er could tell.
Their village was isolated and they trusted ghosts and gods very much.
It was no wonder that for the past hundred years, there was a tradition of using living people as sacrifices.
The government probably didn't know that they were hiding in such a deep mountain range.
How many innocent lives had been lost here?
The more the child thought about it, the more she felt that they were despicable.
The villager, Wang Wu, who had led the way for them previously, had a hateful expression now. He was no longer as honest and straightforward as before.
He raised his long saber and said angrily to Gu Nuo'er, "I'm not afraid of you! You've destroyed the Divine Dragon Temple! My family won't have money anymore!
"I'll kill you now and avenge the Divine Dragon!"
However, just as he was about to rush over…
A woman darted out from the side and hugged his arm tightly.