73: Chapter 73: The Festival of Sacrifice (18)

"I really like this doll too..."

"Hee hee, can you give her to me~"

Qian Ye's words successfully caused the villagers present to change their expressions, their eyes staring fixedly at her.

"Disrespectful, die!"

"Disrespectful, die!"

Those villagers stood up, their faces numb, staring at Qian Ye. Their black pupils were constantly dilating, and their whole demeanor looked sinister.

They kept surging towards Qian Ye.

Sensing the movement around her, the smile on Qian Ye's face instantly turned cold.

In the next second, she raised her hand, thrusting the hong ling umbrella in her hand forward, stabbing directly at the villager approaching from the side.

The old men playing music below seemed to feel nothing, their eyes staring blankly ahead.

A moment later, Qian Ye retracted the red singer, which was covered in black stains, with corpses strewn below.

Staring into Song Hao's eyes, her gaze was chilling, "Can you give this doll to me~"

Seeing this, Song Hao pursed his lips. He hadn't expected that someone who looked like just a young girl would have such strong combat power.

He moved slightly, "No!"

"Anything but this one!"

"She still has other uses."

Qian Ye turned around and stared into the eyes of the doll in front of her. Upon hearing his words, she saw fear and desperate pleading within them.

Qian Ye curled her lips into a smile and asked an unrelated question, "Song Hao, are you from this village?"

Upon hearing this, his expression stiffened.

"So what if I am!"

"Then what about your girlfriend?"

"What does that have to do with you!"

"Hmm? Nothing to do with me? She's right here. Why don't you ask her if she's willing to come with me?"

As soon as Qian Ye said this, Song Hao went rigid. What did she mean?

Qian Ye's fingertips touched the doll's face again, and she muttered to herself, "I just said this puppet looked familiar~"

"I can't seem to remember for the moment where I've seen it!"

Before Song Hao could speak, Qian Ye continued, "Oh, this looks like Jiang Meimei~"

"By the way, where is your girlfriend?" Qian Ye grinned.

"That is none of your business!"

"Oh~"

In the next instant, the tip of the umbrella was pressed directly against his neck. Qian Ye tilted her head, "Then does it have anything to do with her~"

Qian Ye's fingertips slowly slid from the doll's eyes down to its mouth. She stared at it, a red light flashing in her eyes.

Jiang Meimei's eyes widened. She was in great pain and desperately wanted to close her eyes. The next second, she was stunned—her eyes could actually move.

"Ah..."

"I... I can actually speak!"

In the next instant, her eyes, filled with resentment, stared at Song Hao, wishing she could tear him to shreds with her gaze alone.

"Song Hao!"

"How... how could you."

"I want to kill you! Kill you!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"How is this possible!"

"Why can you still speak?"

"This is impossible!"

"You have already... already..."

"I have already been turned into a doll by you, right?"

"Why?"

"Why are you so heartless?"

That day, in that house, as soon as she entered, she felt so sleepy, so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open.

Song Hao's gentle voice looped in her ears, "If you're sleepy, just sleep~"

"I'm here."

Listening to this gentle voice, she slowly sank into darkness.

When she opened her eyes again,

Qian Ye rubbed her ears and looked at Jiang Meimei, somewhat speechless, "Shh, can you be quiet for a moment?"

"You've already been turned into a doll, can't you be a little quieter."

Jiang Meimei vaguely felt that her being able to speak had something to do with her, so she didn't dare to speak again for the moment.

"Hee hee~ Can she be given to me now~"

Song Hao's expression was ugly, "Don't force me."

"She cannot be given to you."

Song Hao tapped his fingers lightly at his side.

Suddenly, rustling sounds appeared all around, and Qian Ye looked up.

Behind those old men, many figures appeared, wearing clothes similar to Jiang Meimei's.

They hopped over here, with stiff smiles on their faces, their large eyes wide open, all staring at Qian Ye.

"Wow~"

"So there are so many of them~ Hee hee, I like it."

After saying this, Qian Ye jumped straight off the stage and rushed towards that group of dolls.

"This one looks too fierce~"

"Wow, this one, this one looks cute."

"Hmm? This one looks even better!"

"..."

Song Hao watched from the stage as Qian Ye acted as if she had entered a shopping mall, picking and choosing.

???

She must be a lunatic!

Song Hao watched as Qian Ye, like a pervert, excitedly picked through his pile of dolls.

"You, don't go too far!"

Song Hao clenched his fists, suddenly realizing that he actually had no way to deal with her.

Those dolls in Qian Ye's hands were truly like little dolls, without any resistance.

After picking and choosing, Qian Ye found that Jiang Meimei on the stage still looked better.

Just as she was about to return, she suddenly saw a curled-up figure in a corner.

Qian Ye looked towards that corner, and the figure in the corner happened to look up, revealing a face as exquisite as a rag doll to Qian Ye.

Her eyes lit up. Ah, this was the one she liked the most.

She strode happily towards the corner, directly embracing the person.

"Wow, Baby, I've finally found you~"

"Hee hee~ I choose you..."

The figure in the corner was held in her arms, looking bewildered, head lowered so that no one could see the light in his eyes.

He let Qian Ye hold him without making any other movements.

Qian Ye let go of him and pulled him up from the ground, looking carefully at the boy in front of her. This time she noticed that when the boy stood up, he wasn't short.

Hmm, this looked like a boy, with a youthful face, seeming to hover between adulthood and adolescence.

The boy let Qian Ye pull him as they left the corner. Qian Ye pointed at the boy in her hand, "Hmm, I still like this one better~"

After saying this, she prepared to leave. The whole area was in a mess, with dolls lying scattered on the ground.

Song Hao looked at the boy in her hand, his eyes darkening slightly with a trace of confusion.

"No, you can't!"

"Save me, let me out."

"I don't want to be a doll."

Jiang Meimei saw this scene and completely lost her mind; Qian Ye was her last hope.

If she left, she might be a marionette forever.

No, she didn't want that!

She was unwilling!

Qian Ye tilted her head towards her, grinning, filled with malice, "Hee hee, what a pity~"

"Just a little bit off~"

It really was just a hair's breadth from missing Baby.

After saying this, ignoring everyone present, she felt the softness in her hand and left happily, humming a little tune.

Today was truly a good day to go out; she picked up a little cutie.

The boy in her hand had no reaction, letting Qian Ye pull him away with his head lowered.

Upon returning, Qian Ye looked at the doll in front of her with satisfaction; the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she was.

"Hmm, what a pity." Qian Ye stared at this exquisite face and sighed, Sigh, it's a pity it's just a puppet.

What a pity.

This boy didn't have a stiff face like the other dolls; instead, he was full of collagen.

He looked exquisite and young.

Qian Ye placed him at the doorway, and the doll remained motionless.