"In recent years, the mortality rate of the villagers has increased substantially due to illness," Chi Jiao said indifferently. "This has something to do with the incompetence of the witch doctor. The Evil Deity couldn't bear to watch anymore, so he summoned me to save you."
Chi Jiao suppressed the urge to laugh after her little speech.
She felt that she looked rather comical with her serious expression.
She wanted to play with these people and see their reactions.
Their faith and obsession with the Evil Deity were deeply set within their blood and bones.
Therefore, if she wanted to escape successfully, she had to make use of their blind faith.
Pei Yao turned her head and glanced at Chi Jiao. Seeing that she could still maintain a serious expression when spouting nonsense, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
With Jiaojiao around, she really wasn't anxious at all.
She felt that Jiaojiao's greatest strength was her brain.
