BXBX NOVEL Chapter 263: 264: History is Always Surprisingly Similar
Chapter 263: 264: History is Always Surprisingly Similar
The villagers lined up one by one to draw items, and the gaze of Wan Fuzi was fixed with slight consternation. This time, the Heavenly God Doll was drawn by a child.
The surface was calm, reassuring the crowd to return home peacefully.
The scene shifted to late at night, around ten o’clock.
Donned in black attire, with a black mask over his mouth, Wan Fuzi stealthily entered the child’s home.
History always has a striking resemblance. Last time, it was the old village chief who sneaked into his own house, but this time it was his turn.
The village’s secret must not be exposed, and the secret of the doll was even more crucial to be hidden from the other villagers, it had to be kept in his own hands.
There were five members in the child’s family, including his parents and grandparents. The difficulty of stealing the doll without getting caught was high.
He flipped over into the house, and Wan Fuzi tiptoed, beginning to rummage through chests and drawers.
He searched through the wardrobe in the house and, aside from some miscellaneous items, found nothing.
“Who are you, daring to steal in our village? You’ve got some nerve!”
A furious shout from behind startled Wan Fuzi, causing him to shiver all over. His hand instinctively reached into the pocket of his coat and gripped the dagger that the old village chief had used to kill him once before.
The rest of the people on the beds in the room also woke up, seeing a man in black with a covered face—none of this looked friendly.
“Mom, I’m scared!”
The child curled up in the woman’s arms, shivering violently.
“Dare to come to our village to steal, son, capture him and take him to the village chief!”
The old man said solemnly.
The man got up and pulled out a thick wooden stick from nearby, slowly approaching Wan Fuzi.
Wan Fuzi dared not speak; he knew that if the child uttered a word, he might be subdued instantly.
Today’s events couldn’t end well; he had already sounded the alarm and must acquire the Heavenly God Doll quickly.
“Don’t hit me, I surrender!”
Wan Fuzi spoke slowly.
“So it’s a cowardly thief after all – that makes things easier.”
The man went forward, grabbed Wan Fuzi in one swoop, and that was when Wan Fuzi’s dagger, hidden in his sleeve, was suddenly pulled out and frantically stabbed towards the tall man in front of him.
In a matter of a split second, the man was struck with seven or eight stabs, his eyes bulging wide.
“You…”
“Mom, take the child and run!”
The man roared in a low voice, then collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
“Ah!”
The woman’s piercing scream cut through the sky, echoing throughout the entire village.
Wan Fuzi’s face changed. The woman’s shriek would undoubtedly attract the nearby villagers. If someone saw him, all his efforts would have been in vain.
He didn’t have much time left; he needed to get the doll quickly.
“Shut up, don’t scream!”
Wan Fuzi lunged forward and plunged the knife fiercely into the woman’s heart. The terrible scream in the village ceased.
“I’ll fight you with my life, old man!”
“Wife, take our grandson and go!”
“Go get help!”
The old man lunged from the side, knocking Wan Fuzi to the ground and they began to grapple.
The old lady picked up her grandson and ran out, but was caught by the ankle by Wan Fuzi and fell to the ground, her grandson wailing loudly.
In a moment, the inside of the house was in extreme chaos.
Tables, chairs, and benches were all knocked over, and the house was filled with clattering, non-stop sounds.
The surrounding households were brightly lit, and several male homeowners stepped out from their houses, cautiously proceeding to check on the family of five.
“Chunsheng?”
“What happened in your house?”
A villager at the door asked, waited a few seconds, and with no response, one of them kicked the door open and rushed in.
The rest of the villagers followed suit, but in just an instant, they were all horror-stricken.
Before them was a bloody scene, all five family members lying in a pool of blood, each with several deep knife wounds on their bodies.
The child had his throat cut, and the two elders had their hearts pierced.
The scene was extremely horrifying.
“Who… who did this!”
“Hurry, go inform the village leader!”
Minutes later, Wan Fuzi returned to the scene of the massacre, surrounded by people.
The blood on his body had been washed clean, and he had regained possession of the Heavenly God Doll, which the child had clung to tightly, requiring considerable effort to snatch away.
The secret of the doll could not be shared with others, thus the entire family had to be sent to Hell.
Fortunately, it had become normal for people to die after the annual sacrifice, and the deaths of this family of five were easily attributed to the ancient ancestors collecting souls.
The villagers were somewhat fearful.
Wan Fuzi, holding the doll, issued another command, “There’s nothing to fear, bury the bodies, tear down this house and rebuild it. Our village must continue to move forward.”
The villagers agreed.
The scene shifts, and years have passed; Wan Fuzi had become like the old village leader.
People in the village died every year, and Wan Fuzi’s heart grew wilder and wilder, not caring at all about the lives of the villagers. Holding the Heavenly God Doll, he would directly order the execution of anyone who dared to resist him.
Getting any woman he wanted was just a matter of saying the word.
Wan Fuzi had become increasingly indifferent to hiding his secrets; in this village, all people had come to obey him unconditionally, so even if someone learned the secret of the doll, it didn’t matter.
It was time to draw items again, and Wan Fuzi had never delved into the secret of the Token because a voice inside had always reminded him to just honestly draw an item from the Token each time and not worry about anything else.
And with the existence of the doll, other things were no longer so important.
The day before the clan temple sacrifice, Wan Fuzi issued a final command to the village.
“From today on, any villager who wants to seize the doll is forbid to take any action for a month. The next villager who draws the doll must voluntarily deliver it into the hands of the village leader.”
After the order was given, Wan Fuzi smiled. It was a permanent solution, ensuring that whoever got the doll in the future would deliver it to him. He would be the eternal ruler of this village!
The next morning, everything was going on in an orderly manner.
Villagers drew their items one after another, and this time, the doll ended up in the hands of a woman.
A radiant beauty of eighteen, Wan Fuzi had waited for her to grow up for several years. The thought of her soon bringing the doll to him and then indulging in her beauty made him utterly excited.
Wan Fuzi sat at home, his fingers tapping impatiently on the table: “Hurry up, my beauty, I can’t wait any longer!”
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Wan Fuzi’s body suddenly froze, immobilized on the spot.
Shocked and fearful, he realized he was being controlled—not exactly controlled, but his own prior command had taken effect. He had become eager and desperate to have the beauty and the doll, which led to him losing the ability to move.
It was at this moment that a figure slowly walked through the doorway.
“Village leader, this humble girl has come to deliver the Heavenly God Doll.”