"In recent years, the mortality rate of villagers in your village due to illness has increased dramatically." Chi Jiao said lightly, "This is inseparable from the incompetence of the witch doctor." The god of Evil Luo could not stand it anymore, so he summoned me to save you. ”

After saying this, Chi Jiao tried hard to hold back the urge to laugh.

She herself thinks that she is quite a middle school second in a serious way now.

She wanted to tease the people and see how they reacted.

And their belief and obsession with the evil god have almost penetrated into their blood and bones.

So if she wants to get out smoothly, she has to take advantage of their obsession.

Pei Yao turned her head to look at Chi Jiao, and saw that she could still maintain a serious and serious expression when she was talking nonsense, and the corners of her lips were hooked quietly.

With Jiaojiao here, she is really not nervous at all.

She thinks that the most powerful part of Jiaojiao is still her mind.

Having an absolutely brilliant mind is sometimes more useful than any ability.

The village chief frowned.

Chi Jiao was right.

The number of people in their village is decreasing year by year, and many people are sick at a young age.

The people in their village always went to the witch doctor for their illness, but when the previous witch doctor was still in power, there was no such situation in the village.

It was after this witch doctor took office that the fatality rate in their village increased greatly.

"You talk nonsense!" When the witch doctor saw Chi Jiao start pouring dirty water on his body, he was immediately unhappy, "I am a witch doctor, I am the messenger of the evil Luo god, you insult the messenger of the evil Luo god like this, aren't you afraid of retribution?" ”

"Grandpa, you have harmed other people's lives like this, aren't you afraid of retribution?" Chi Jiao sneered and looked at the witch doctor, "What did you do when you left the village two days ago?" ”

didn't expect Chi Jiao to suddenly ask this question, and a panicked look quickly flashed in the witch doctor's eyes.

"Me, I'm going to the nearby market to buy something. Why do you ask this? The witch doctor suddenly thought that the girl in front of him had the ability to predict the future, and he couldn't help but panic.

Impossible, right?

There's no way she's going to know what he's doing, is she?

He didn't tell anyone about going out of the village to see a doctor at a nearby city hospital.

The village chief glanced at the witch doctor suspiciously, and then looked at Chi Jiao: "Little girl, do you know what the witch doctor is doing when he goes out of the village?" ”

In fact, he had always suspected that the witch doctor had been doing something in the past few days when he left the village.

The witch doctor said he went to the market to buy something, but he didn't believe it.

Because the witch doctor went out of the village to report to him, it was like asking him for leave, and he needed to submit an application for leave before he could go out.

The time for the witch doctor to apply is one week.

What the village chief couldn't understand was that even if he went to the market to buy something, three days would be enough.

But the witch doctor had to apply for a full week.

He was skeptical at the time.

But the witch doctor took out his identity as the messenger of the evil Luo god, and said that if he doubted it, it was equivalent to doubting the evil Luo god.

The village chief didn't have a good idea to say anything, so he had to approve it.

Now it seems that the witch doctor was really tired of going out of the village in the past few days.

Chi Jiao took a step forward and approached the witch doctor.

Seeing that she was still carrying an axe in her hand, her scalp was numb, the witch doctor subconsciously swallowed her saliva, and then took a step backwards.

"You, what do you want to do? I warn you, you'd better not be rough here, or the people of our village won't let you go. The witch doctor struggled to control his inner turmoil, and his tone was still a little trembling.