Hanging around Shen Heng's neck was an incense amulet that her grandmother gave her before she died.
The talisman said: "Whoever you believe, don't believe Quan."
She didn't understand the meaning of this sentence until she was seventeen years old.
The whole village has worshiped Mazu for five hundred years and eats a girl every year.
When the wandering god's gongs and drums sound, whoever the officer's facial mask turns to is the "chosen one". Those girls who have had their foreheads marked will laugh and jump into the sea on the night of high tide three months later, saying, "The queen has come to pick me up."
Shen Heng's sister skipped.
Her best friend also skipped.
Next, it's her turn.
On the altar, she bit her fingertips and drew a bloody mark on the forehead of the statue. The temple priest said that was disrespectful, but the statue shed a drop - not tears, but blood.
Then she knew:
God does not love people. Gods only eat humans.
And she wanted to dismantle this false god who had eaten living people for five hundred years with her own hands.
