Chapter 210 The Fate of the Village_1

The altar is broken?

After their initial surprise, the expressions of the crowd all turned ugly.

Even Third Uncle and the village chief felt a sinking in their hearts.

This altar was left behind by our ancestors.

The village chief had said that as long as the altar stood, the village could develop peacefully.

But if the altar were to vanish, disaster would descend.

"It's over! The catastrophe has come."

"It's all this calamity's fault, why did it have to bring disaster upon our village."

Several old men collapsed onto the ground, weeping and wailing.

But more people were gathering around the village chief, looking at him in panic.

"Village chief, what do we do?"

A middle-aged woman asked with a voice choked with sobs.

The village chief sighed.

"This is the fate of our village!"

"Whether it's disaster or opportunity, nobody can be certain."

"Everyone, go back and prepare!"

Even though he said this, not a single villager moved.

"That kid's come out!"