Duan Luoyan held the heavy package in his arms, and his heart sank at the same time.

Duan Luoyan opened the package, a puzzled look flashed in his eyes, this is a courier box with the thickness and size of two modern Chinese dictionaries, which only contains a thin brand new letter, the envelope is a little concave watermark, if you look closely, you can see a grain of ink on the pen drip on the envelope, it seems that the person who wrote the letter is in a hurry, and the concave watermark may be sweat.

But this could not tell Duan Luoyan the origin and meaning of this package, Duan Luoyan raised his eyebrows, pinched the corner of the envelope, and along the top, he tore off a note with a "hiss".

Under the light of Duan Luoyan's soft desk lamp, the miserable white envelope looked pitiful, and the envelope contained a folded piece of brown paper.

There is a lot of content, it is written slowly by people, the font is elegant and warm, Duan Luoyan didn't want to pity this good hand, so he read it seriously in his heart.

"In a small backward village, there are dozens of families living ......"

In the small and backward village, there are dozens of families, and the barren and shabby environment did not defeat the villagers, but they united as one and helped each other.

Even the most unbearable environment is filled with the laughter of children every day, and whoever has a fall at work this morning can become an after-dinner conversation for women.

Unfortunately, the good times were short-lived, and after a storm at sea shattered many families, the villagers became religious, and built a temple for their god to pray for peace.

One night, the wind blew and the roofs of most homes were blown off. And the gods they believed in gave the village chief a dream that night.

The gods told the village chief that if you worship six people a year in the temple, you can give them a prosperous and stable life, and vice versa.

The next morning, the village chief told the villagers that they believed in the village chief's words and that they could worship the dead bodies in previous years. Later, there were no corpses to worship, and the ruthless village chief killed six lazy villagers in exchange for a year's wealth and the jealousy of other villagers.

They were powerless to resist, so they could only work diligently every day, praying that they would not be chosen.

Because of an accidental negligence, there was one less person to worship, and the next day the village chief was desperate to find that his only daughter was drowning on the beach, her face was pale and weak, her body was swollen, and her limbs were even mutilated by fish.

Later, the gods gave more and more dreams to the village chief, and each time he increased the number of people to worship, because of the loss of his only relative, the village chief became a killing machine, and the few people left in the village were killing themselves every day in order to live.

The once peaceful village has also become unrecognizable.

After reading this story, Duan Luoyan found that there were many doubts. This story is definitely not finished yet, it seems that the people in the story have problems, and the loneliness of the village is definitely not caused by one person. Just like in an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.

Who sent it to him?

Before Duan Luoyan could think about it, he felt that his vision in front of him was blurry, his headache was about to explode, and he felt vomiting in his stomach. Duan Luoyan retched for a long time, didn't vomit anything, and then propped up the table and tried to stand up slowly.

It's a pity that his legs, which don't usually exercise much, can't be strong at all, and in Duan Luoyan's last bit of consciousness before he fell into a coma, he swore to wake up and exercise well!

At this time, if someone pushes the door in, you will find a boy with a delicate face, who is a little too much, resting in a soft chair.

But the boy lay motionless, lying quietly, like a delicate sculpture.