Just after the ceremony, people scattered home, and I saw Mr. summers, who was in his old age, falling into a pool of blood. It seems that unfortunately he was drawn this year. I looked at the scattered people around me in a panic, and their faces were cold. Just like when I killed my mother, there was a familiar smell of blood in the air. I felt very scared. I jumped into the car in a panic and walked away from here. I cried on the road. I don't know whether it was because of my fear or because of my disappointment and helplessness for these people and the village that had not changed for many years.<br>
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