I was brought to the ancestral hall by my parents and chained to a cross.

My spiritual doll, which I watered day and night, stood in the center of the altar.

Under the light, it seemed to possess a bit more spirituality.

All the villagers, except for the younger generation and girls, came.

Disgusting desires and greed overflowed in my parents' eyes. It didn't matter if their son died; as long as they had money, they could have another child.

They seemed to be waiting for someone, but even when the sun rose, there was no movement.

I hadn't slept all night, and I felt a bit weary.

In my drowsiness, "creak," the village chief entered with several unfamiliar faces.

Three men.

One had a beer belly and exuded an air of wealth, while another had a fawning and obsequious appearance.

The last one was thin, but his eyes gleamed with cunning and eerie strangeness.

I looked up and met his gaze, feeling an intense and chilling sense of something different.

Finally, you've come.

The leader of the men looked at me with a lecherous gaze. "Village chief, your village is truly blessed with outstanding individuals."

The village chief forced a smile and invited the man to sit aside.

He was the buyer of the spiritual doll this time.

Customers have the right to pre-order items, and they can conduct a "site inspection" one month in advance.

If they are not satisfied, they can choose another one.

Of course, as long as they pay enough money, they can also witness the "ritual of the spiritual doll."

Beautiful and delicate wooden dolls were placed on both sides of the spacious hall, and everyone knelt down and kowtowed three times.

They looked serious, as if performing some solemn ritual.

The village chief sprinkled ash on the altar while holding incense, then took out a dagger soaked in alcohol and aimed it at my heart.

Three centimeters, two centimeters, one centimeter—

"Ah—what's going on?!"

The village chief stared at my chest in horror. The wound made by the dagger had no trace of blood, and what was even more terrifying, it was empty inside.

How could a living person have no heart?

He collapsed to the ground.

With a crisp sound, the iron chain that bound me broke into pieces, and the palm-sized wound on my body quickly healed.

I smirked, "Guess what I am?"

The villagers began to panic in fear. They didn't even have the intention to help the revered spiritual doll that had fallen.

"You... you're not Xiaoman, who are you?"

Anger and fear were mixed in my parents' tone.

"Of course, I'm not Xiaoman."

"Because Xiaoman, you see, is already dead."