After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

"Ooh ooh ooh—"

The rooster's crow suddenly pierced the sky, its cries penetrating the morning mist like heavy hammer blows to Li Hong and his companion's frozen hearts.

The blankness in their pupils shattered instantly, and fear surged up like a tidal wave, churning wildly in their eyes.

"She...she ate this..."

Li Fusheng's gaze was fixed on the girl's bloodied lips, his voice trembling and his tongue seemed tied in knots.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

The sounds coming from the girl's mouth were exceptionally clear; they were the soft, wet friction sounds of flesh being ground and pulled apart by teeth.

The sound, which pierced Li Hong's ears, was more jarring and sent chills down his spine than the deafening crowing of roosters outside the courtyard.

In his eyes, what the girl was chewing was not just the piece of food in her hand.

It clearly crushed the last bit of composure in his heart, and fear seeped into his bones and limbs.

"Uncle... what are we going to do? If the mountain god finds out, we... we'll all be dead!"

Li Fusheng's sobbing voice echoed in my ears.

Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed to the ground with a thud, as if his bones had been removed, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Li Hong remained silent, his cloudy eyes fixed on the girl in front of him.

In no time at all, the remaining half of the meat in her little hand was stuffed into her mouth, chewed it casually a few times, and swallowed it with a quick movement of her Adam's apple.

"This is delicious."

She slowly raised her small face, her lifeless eyes staring blankly at Li Hong, and asked in a flat tone, "Is there anything else?"

Li Hong remained silent for a long time. After a while, the fear on his face seemed to subside a little, but his voice was as deep as if he had been pulled from a coffin, and he replied hoarsely, "Yes."

Upon hearing this, Li Fusheng, who was lying on the ground behind him, widened his eyes in surprise and froze, his whole body trembling.

Lord Shan clearly only gave them one of those things, so where did they get a second one?

"I want to eat," the little girl replied immediately, her voice crisp and clear, still carrying the lingering smell of blood.

"Not now."

Li Hong spoke slowly, his gaze falling on her bloodied lips.

"It will be ready in a few days."

Upon hearing this, the little girl tilted her head slightly to look at him.

Those empty eyes held no emotion, clearly indicating a lack of understanding of what "a few days" meant, yet they vaguely grasped the key point.

That delicious food will be available again.

She calmed down, her anxiety vanished, and she stared intently at Li Hong, as if trying to confirm the truth of his words.

After Li Hong repeatedly assured her, he led the little girl into a room and locked her up.

The "click" of the wooden bolt locking into place as the door closed was exceptionally clear in the silence.

Leaving the room, Li Hong walked into the courtyard, where the sky was already tinged with a pale white.

Even the cold moon that lingered in the sky was being gradually swallowed up by the morning light, its outline becoming increasingly blurred.

"Uncle..."

Li Fusheng spoke timidly, his voice still trembling.

"The sacrificial day for the mountain king is in three days."

Li Hong spoke calmly, his gaze sweeping across the brightening sky, "When the time comes, send the children from the families we selected earlier, along with this little girl."

"But...she ate that thing, how are we going to explain this to the mountain king?"

Li Fusheng said urgently.

"This little girl is enough to appease the mountain lord's anger."

Li Hong said slowly.

Li Fusheng suddenly realized that the light emanating from that thing was unprecedentedly bright, and this little girl alone was probably worth all the dolls they had sacrificed over the past few years.

"In that case... we can just send her there directly, right? It's another family's child, isn't it...?"

"Shut up!"

Li Hong interrupted sharply, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Stop thinking such wicked ideas; the mountain god's eyes are on this place."

Li Fusheng was so frightened that he immediately fell silent, his neck shrinking back.

"The remaining dolls can be considered as dessert for the mountain king. In the next few days, send more people to guard the yard and deliver meals to her on time."

After Li Hong finished speaking, he turned and left, not wanting to stay in the courtyard for even a moment longer.

Seeing Li Hong leave, Li Fusheng dared not linger. He scrambled to his feet and staggered out of the courtyard.

The locked room remained pitch black, with not a single ray of morning light penetrating inside.

"hehe……"

Suddenly, a soft, bell-like laugh rang out in the darkness.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes moved slightly, then suddenly turned in a certain direction.

A crimson hue slowly spread across those once empty and lifeless pupils, like two flickering will-o'-the-wisps—it was desire, a man-eating lust born from taboo.

......

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Three days later, at dawn, the entire Changming Village was shrouded in a thick, impenetrable smog.

The white fog was like cotton wool soaked in water, and visibility was only a few steps away.

A large crowd had already gathered at the village entrance, and silence permeated the crowd like a mist.

Some people had their eyes downcast, their expressions as cold as stones in the fog; others secretly wiped the corners of their eyes with their sleeves, their shoulders trembling slightly.

Several women couldn't hold back and turned away to cover their faces, sobbing. Their suppressed sobs were especially clear in the silence.

"The time has come, let's go."

Village chief Li Hong's voice came from behind the crowd. It wasn't loud, but it was like a small pebble breaking the stagnant air.

He walked out slowly, the white hair at his temples gleaming faintly in the mist, his face expressionless.

He was accompanied by six children, the oldest being no more than seven years old and the youngest just over three.

They were dressed in faded old clothes, strung together in front of each other by a thick hemp rope. The knots tightened on their thin clothes, leaving faint red marks.

The seven-year-old boy clenched his fists, pursed his lips, and stared blankly at the misty road ahead, his little face full of confusion.

The three-year-old child was being led by the older girl in front of him. His little nose, red from the cold, twitched, and his little mouth, which was sucking on his finger, was pouting.

At the end of this string of children is a little girl who is completely different from the other dolls.

Her face was expressionless, her pupils were empty like glass covered with a layer of gray, without any luster, and her small body stood stiffly.

Her breathing was so light it was almost imperceptible; she was like a lifeless porcelain doll, exuding an indescribable stillness.

The surrounding villagers couldn't help but cast strange glances at her frequently, and whispers mingled among them in the fog.

No one recognized her as anyone's child; it was as if she had appeared out of thin air.

Village chief Li Hong walked up to the group of men and whispered a few words in the ear of the leader.

These men were the ones who escorted the children to the Mountain God. They were all dark-skinned with a fanatical look in their eyes. They were the foolish men who believed in the Mountain God and longed for immortality.

After listening to the village chief's words, the man suddenly turned his head to look at the little girl at the end, his gaze sweeping over her.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and a barely concealed greed flashed across the depths of his eyes, as if he were staring at some rare treasure.

Let's go!

Li Hong's voice rang out again, carrying an undeniable resolve.

A man immediately reached out and grabbed the foremost rope. The rough rope was pulled sharply, and the six children staggered as they were pulled one by one into the thick, impenetrable smog.

The little girl at the end was also pulled along by the rope, moving her feet listlessly. Her small figure was soon swallowed up by the white mist along with the others.

Li Hong didn't look at the crowd behind him anymore. He just raised his chin towards the deeper white fog at the village entrance and took the first step.

The rope was gently tugged, and six small figures followed her, step by step, slowly walking into the vast white expanse that swallowed all light and shadow.