"Well!" Chen Lan lowered her head and explained with wandering eyes, "She is a concubine. He has many children, and he dislikes girls and is unwilling to support them."
"Okay, give the child to me!" The village chief stretched out his hand to take the little blue bird from An Yi's back.
Anyi said: "I want to send the child in personally!"
The village chief was stunned and glanced at An Yi in confusion: "Since you plan to send the child here, why do you want to follow him? Are you reluctant?"
An Yi said in a low voice: "The family has no choice, so I took this matter, but I want to be with my child, is that okay?"
The village chief was even more surprised and said in a low voice: "This is the Ammu Temple. What might happen at night may happen, and this is a living sacrifice. You should know what will happen to your child in the end. Why are you accompanying me?" Will you die together?"
An Yi raised her eyes and looked at the village chief with tears in her eyes: "The child's father has no conscience and is greedy for money, but this child is my heart and soul. I can't leave her alone. Even if I die, I will stay with the child." Together!"
The village chief was displeased. From ancient times to the present, only boys and girls could be sacrificed alive. What would happen now if a woman was added to the sacrifice?
But An Yi insisted, otherwise he would take little Lanfu away.
Chen Lan firmly grabbed the village chief's arm and asked him to agree.
The village chief thought for a moment and said, "I'll go ask!"
The village chief entered the ancient temple and came out after a while and said: "The steward agreed!"
Anyi asked: "Are you the manager of the Ammu Cult?"
The village chief glanced at An Yi: "Don't ask so many questions!"
The village chief took An Yi in.
There was a burning smell in the ancient temple. An Yi looked around and found that the temple did have the smell of Pulao. In other words, Feng Qingchen had indeed been here before.
"Are you ready?" A man in his thirties walked out from the back of the ancient temple. He had a dark face, sunken temples on his forehead, thin eyebrows, and a figure-eight shape. His eyes were prominent and dull, and he had the appearance of a child. , don¡¯t live long.
An Yi deliberately lowered his eyes, pretending to be scared.
The village chief stepped forward and whispered something. The man glanced at An Yi and said, "Okay, let the people go back when it gets dark soon!"
The village chief responded quickly.
The man asked Anyi to sit aside. On the straw on the other side was a boy who was over one year old. His eyes were dull, as if he was frightened and couldn't even cry.
An Yi was afraid that there would be a conflict later and did not dare to put Lanfu down. However, Lanfu kept reaching out his little hand to touch the little boy. Slowly, the little boy reacted and couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing that An Yi and the child were neither crying nor making trouble, the man no longer bothered Anyi, but went outside to supervise and collect the tributes from the people.
After a while, the man took back baskets of coins.
An Yi's eyes started to light up as he looked at the copper plate, and he couldn't help but think about it. However, he thought about the importance of finding Feng Qingchen first, so he continued to lower his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, pretending to be sad, and continued to wait.
One day, no one brought them food. Fortunately, An Yi brought some meat buns and half a bag of goat's milk. Little Lanfu drank the milk and ate the meat buns for the boy.
The sky slowly darkened, An Yi felt it for a while, but still didn¡¯t feel the breath of Pulao, but the evil spirit in the temple was getting stronger and stronger (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com