Because this place is so poor that even an educated person is unwilling to come here.
The villagers have been living in poverty for generations, facing the loess and back to the sky.
They also long to change their destiny and go to a better metropolis, but they have no way.
This desire to get rid of the status quo has gradually become their obsession from generation to generation.
Every year, young people leave this village and go to the metropolis they long for, but year after year they have no way to live in the city and can only return to the place where they were born.
What's even more frightening is that people who have seen the prosperity of big cities have their hearts twisted by desire.
They are no longer content with their original lives of poverty and contentment, and they want to gain more wealth.
At the beginning, they only dared to do some petty theft, or sold their daughters in exchange for a small amount of money.
Later they tasted the sweetness.
Women have become equal exchange items in this dilapidated mountain village.
Their interest chains are getting wider and deeper, and they are naturally exposed to things that they have never been able to touch before.
One day, while they were selling women, they came into contact with a saint who claimed to be from the far west.
The so-called saint told the local villagers that the reason why the village never became rich was because their luck had been stolen.
Even if they can get short-term money now, it will disappear quickly.
In order for them to make better money and keep the money in their own hands, they have only one way, and that is to get back their stolen luck.
This so-called saint's words and deeds reveal his good upbringing, and he can even do things that the villagers think are almost like gods.
So from that day on, they became crazy believers in this saint, and every word he said was regarded as a treasure by the villagers.
What undoubtedly concerned them the most was how to get back the stolen luck.
The sage gave them a trick. He hollowed out a large area under the cellar of the village chief's house and made a nearly airtight nest.
In the lair, he set up a circular altar and carved the so-called luck runes on the altar to tell everyone in the village.
As long as enough women's blood is offered regularly, their luck will return.
People with no culture and no faith saw what they called miracles, so they implemented what the saint said as an edict. From that day on, the women in the small mountain village could not escape disaster.
They were kept in underground lairs like animals and fed regularly in order to be bled regularly.
Then, the economic situation in the mountain village really got better day by day, and everyone was reveling in the fun.
No, it should be said that all men are partying.
They stepped on the bones of women and built their own amusement park.
However, the good times did not last long. Gradually, they made money at a slower and slower pace, and even suffered losses.
They tried every means to find the so-called saint's request again. What should he do?
The sage told them that the quality of women in the mountain village was too low and there was no way to satisfy them. If they wanted to get all their luck back, the more they wanted to earn and get back, the more they had to provide the blood of better quality women.
Later, the mountain village slowly changed.
Its appearance is still as dilapidated as before, but in that underground cave, men built a magnificent palace.
They used their previous experience in human trafficking to coax a large number of women from other places or other villages.
During that period, the case of missing women also became the most shocking headline in local newspapers.
None of this stopped this mountain village man from acting crazy.
Then, the saint disappeared.
After he disappeared, the people in the mountain village were indeed happy for a while, but they soon discovered that the abducted women seemed unable to keep the altar running.
They need more fresh blood to be injected into the altar to feed them.
This has almost become an endless loop!
But what they did before was too rampant. Even if there was no evidence, some people were suspicious of them, and it became increasingly difficult to abduct women.
After losing the offerings of female blood on the first day, the altar began to slowly dry up.
The most frightening thing is that those men who are still very young are aging at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. They change almost every day, and soon only young men with old faces are left in the whole village.
The people in the village fell into endless panic, and they began to look for solutions everywhere.
However, the so-called solution is to kill more women and take more blood.
Later, they also learned to be smart and select better quality prey and keep them in captivity.
In order to ensure a constant supply of women, they gave birth to the next generation with these captured women.
Generation after generation of curses have been engraved on those women, becoming a shackles that they can never break free from.
The village chief's narration had ended here. After hearing this, Lin Ming kicked him hard in the lower abdomen, sending him flying out.
Although this was not enough, he walked up to the village chief who was kicked away, grabbed his collar fiercely, and questioned him.
"Are you still a human being? What's the difference between what you do and what you do as an animal?"
The village chief had been beaten so hard that he couldn't stand up straight. He held his hand tremblingly and wanted to beg him for forgiveness.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I just want to survive."
"As long as you don't kill me, I will release everyone here immediately."
Lin Ming looked at him.
There was only fear and worry in those eyes, not the slightest bit of regret.
Until this moment, the so-called village chief still didn't feel that what he did was wrong. It was just that his love was more than his life was in danger, so he began to apologize.
Such beasts don't deserve to live in this world.
"There is something strange about the saint in this story."
Xie Jianjia spoke solemnly.
"In my impression, there is no way to regain luck that requires a lot of female blood."
Xie Jianjia sighed with regret.
"It's a pity that I can't see it now. If I could see the runes on the altar, I might be able to roughly guess who caused this tragedy."
Lin Ming was thoughtful after listening to his words.
"You can't see it now. Is it okay if I trace it down and look at it when you can see it?"
"sure."
Xie Jianjia did not refuse.
"But this kind of runes or formations that need to be maintained for a long time, once the blood supply is interrupted, the person who created it should be able to sense it."
"I don't know when my eyes will heal. I'm afraid that by then the culprit will have escaped."
Xie Jianjia touched her eyes and pursed her lips with regret again.