"Is that so? Then how do you explain that barely anyone in your village lives past forty, especially the women—how many of them make it over forty?" Qin Liuxi sneered. "They all died the same way. Are you sure that's the Well God's blessing?"
The village chief's eyes turned blood-red as he looked at her. "What do you know? That's because they didn't revere the Well God, they didn't offer the sacrifice with true sincerity."
"And what is the sacrifice?" Si Lengyue asked.
The village chief's gaze flickered. He stammered and said nothing.
"It's virgins who just started menstruation, isn't it?" She looked at the lingering resentment of a little girl clinging to the village chief.
The village chief said, "To be able to serve the Well God is their blessing… ah."
