Hearing the word "punishment", the villager trembled. He quickly put on an earnest expression and said, "Chief, I'll go now. Don't be angry."
The village chief's expression instantly became much better.
"That's the right thing to do. If you listen to me obediently, you'll definitely get many benefits. If you don't listen to me, this thing will be gone."
"You're right."
The villager's eyes lit up. Then, he took out another bowl of blood and walked directly toward Jiang Ming and the others.
"Let me help you get rid of your bad luck!"
Jiang Ming looked at it carefully. The color of the blood had already turned turbid.
"I think you guys should be the ones who are going to be unlucky!" He could not help but grin.
Sikong Wuyuan took advantage of the situation and quickly ran behind the villager. He snatched the bowl of blood and threw it at the villager.