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The villagers lined up one by one to draw items, and the gaze of Wan Fuzi was fixed with slight consternation. This time, the Heavenly God Doll was drawn by a child.
The surface was calm, reassuring the crowd to return home peacefully.
The scene shifted to late at night, around ten o'clock.
Donned in black attire, with a black mask over his mouth, Wan Fuzi stealthily entered the child's home.
History always has a striking resemblance. Last time, it was the old village chief who sneaked into his own house, but this time it was his turn.
The village's secret must not be exposed, and the secret of the doll was even more crucial to be hidden from the other villagers, it had to be kept in his own hands.
There were five members in the child's family, including his parents and grandparents. The difficulty of stealing the doll without getting caught was high.
He flipped over into the house, and Wan Fuzi tiptoed, beginning to rummage through chests and drawers.