"Hey, you know that ordinary people cannot see ghosts. Only we Taoist priests can see them. Therefore, after those ghost servants left the tomb, they came to me and a few half-immortals in the village." When Village Chief Ma said this, his face, which had already recovered from nature, began to twitch for no reason. He took more than a dozen deep breaths in a row before he could barely recover a little calming.

He rubbed his face, glanced at Long Junchen with a normal expression, and continued, "These ghost servants did not commit crimes directly, but instead came to us and negotiated with us, saying that we would find a young girl about twenty years old every two years to send her to the locust tree in front of the cave where the True Dragon Altar was located on her birthday. The ghost servants said that these young girls were the premise for their master to avoid the chaos in Maotai Village and were sacrifices for their master to practice."

"Beast!" Long Junchen's eyes widened when he heard this, and his whole body stood up from the chair with a sudden anger. His chest was violently undulating because of the sudden anger. His hands unconsciously clenched into a fist. The real dragon pressure emitted in an instant made Ma Village Chief almost fall under the chair.

"You, you won't agree, right?" Long Junchen remembered that He Linlin had been taken to the altar by a ghost doll. If he hadn't been present by accident, He Linlin might have died. Moreover, the wisp of fragrant soul could not be honestly reported to the underworld. He would have to be refined by the ghost. He was tortured by the ghost bite and died inexplicably. After death, seven souls and six spirits could not rest in peace. If this innocent girl really became an innocent protective umbrella for these cowardly villagers, it would be too pitiful.

Village Chief Ma saw the cold light from Long Junchen's eyes, and his whole body shivered, and his heart was naturally a little weak. He knelt on the ground with a thud. Long Junchen looked at Village Chief Ma from a high place, and his posture was as if a judge was trying a prisoner.

"Jun Chen, you, Village Chief Ma, I am not that kind of person." Although Village Chief Ma's eyes did not have tears, there was a crying voice in his tone. "Of course we did not agree at that time. However, the next day, except for me, all the mages and half immortals that the ghost servants had found died at home, bleeding from seven orifices, brown hair was growing all over his body, and white maggots were crawling in his nostrils. I have no choice!"

Even though it was so long, when I looked back, Village Chief Ma still felt scared and couldn't help but feel shocked again. It was a nightmare. Village Chief Ma knew that if he wanted to survive, he could only obey the arrangements of those ghost servants. Otherwise, he would die like these half-immortals. Although he was a Taoist priest, his cultivation was limited after all. Knowing that the situation was stronger than others, there was no other way except to compromise.

"There's no way?" Long Junchen sneered disdainfully. Village Chief Ma heard Long Junchen's solemn smile and his body shivered unconsciously. Just as he was about to speak up, Long Junchen waved his hand impatiently, "What happened has happened, and we can't stop it. However, there is one thing I can't understand. How did you convince these villagers to willingly let their yellow-flowered daughter be used as these sacrifices?"

When Village Chief Ma heard Long Junchen ask this question, he shook his head and sighed for a moment, then said, "You don't know. When the monks in the village died, many villagers saw their miserable situation. The death was miserable and extremely strange. What's more, they all died in their own homes, and some even hugged their wives and children. Tell me, how big is this shock to the people in our village? If you don't believe it, you have to believe it."

Long Junchen stared at Ma Duwei, and had a little judgment in his heart, but he did not rush to speak, but continued to listen to Village Chief Ma's narrative.

"This matter is obviously not in line with scientific basis. What's more important is that the dead people are famous half-immortals who consecrate fortune tellers for the villagers. Therefore, I can't hide this matter even if I want to hide it. I think, since I am also a victim, why not tell me it together and think of a way together." When Village Chief Ma said this, he saw Long Junchen's disdainful gaze, and couldn't help but blush. Of course, other villagers don't understand magic at all. No matter how much they explain to them, it's useless. It's better to say that it's to kick the responsibility away and create more unnecessary panic.

"As a Taoist priest and a village chief, when you encounter such a thing, you should take the blame without hesitation, instead of telling the innocent villagers that they will increase panic for no reason. You do this, you are really sorry for your identity as a Taoist priest." Long Junchen glared at Village Chief Ma without anger. Village Chief Ma knew that his reason was in the wrong, but he still explained in an extravagant way, "If people do not care for themselves, heaven will be punished by the earth."

Long Junchen hummed, and Long Junchen had already gotten tired of hearing this statement. It was nothing more than an excuse from selfish people. He stared at Village Chief Ma with contempt, and suddenly remembered another question and asked: "So, everyone in your village agreed to send a young girl as a sacrifice every two years?"

"Hahaha, of course I disagree. When I told this, a few people shouted that they would change the village chief, saying that I was incompetent, and why did they say that I was dismissive, but they said that they would dismiss me as the village chief. As a result, huh, these young boys, I tell you, these people's deaths are as bad as those half-immortals." When Village Chief Ma said this, he hummed with contempt, his tone was full of mockery, full of gloating. It seemed that the group of people at that time did mock him in every way, which made him very angry. Long Junchen didn't say anything. These people were blamed for it, but Village Chief Ma's gloating behavior also made Long Junchen quite disgusted.

"So after these people die, the people in your village believe you and have to obey the request of the ghost servant and send a sacrifice to the True Dragon Altar every two years?" Long Junchen felt that the matter had developed to this point, and Village Chief Ma in front of him had to pay at least half the responsibility. However, looking at his unrepentant appearance, Long Junchen really wanted to punch him twice, but before the matter was handled, the relationship between the two could not be too stiff. He had to suppress his anger and bring the topic back.
Chapter completed!