Except for the young people in the village who were in good health, who temporarily resisted the poison and did not take the red pill, everyone else was wailing on the ground.

Most of the villagers rolled on the ground, their bodies were itchy and painful, and some even kept grabbing their faces and bodies, trying to relieve this feeling, but it was useless. Instead, they became bloody and fuzzy.

Mr. Wei endured the itch and pain, and tears slowly flowed down his eyes.

This night was the darkest night in the village and the most confused night in my life.

He closed his eyes and stood up tremblingly.

A coconut tree was shaking in the wind, and the Huo Zhengwang, who had just been preparing to burn Abao to death. He turned his head and looked at the villagers rolling on the ground, suddenly knelt down at Abao, and slowly kowtowed. Then, he stood up, and the old man endured the pain on his body, looked at the villagers, and his juniors.

"I..." He took a deep breath, his face covered with tears.

"You have no face to face your ancestors!" As he said that, the old man had no idea where the courage came from, so he rushed into the fire pit.

The entire village faced darkness and death, and several people could not bear this pain. They imitated Mr. Wei and rushed into the fire pit, while others crashed into the coconut tree.

But they all forgot.

The darkest before dawn, moonlight also seeps into the deep sea water.

The moon was bright, and a moonlight shone towards the village.
Chapter completed!