“If an elderly person over 65 years old in the village survives, their children will send them up the mountain to be offered to the general. Within ten years, a total of 7 elderly people have died.”

The venison slipped from her hand, but Mu Xia caught it quickly and put it back in her hand. Ruan Xianxian laughed in anger.

"I can hardly even have elderly parents, yet they're sacrificing the lives of their loved ones? Were they born from rocks?"

The junior soldier who came to report on the progress looked at him with sympathy. Was his boss really that pitiful? Did his parents not live to old age? Did they have some serious illness?

Mu Xia glanced at the unlucky child. In her mind, only those who were worthy of being parents deserved to live to old age.

Those who are unfit to be parents should have died long ago, not even living past 65.

In other words, those who are sacrificed are all good parents.

He's a complete logical genius!

The soldier sighed, "The seven deaths occurred around 1964-1967. After 1967, there were very few cases of human sacrifice."

After that, two more people, unwilling to burden their children, took their own lives.

Ruan Xianxianmo only now understood some of the true meaning of destroying the Four Olds. In some places, such as the custom of burying the elderly alive even if they are healthy, it is really terrible.

Unfortunately, the event started with good intentions to destroy the Four Olds, culminated in a power struggle, and ended with the downfall of four people.

One generation plants the trees so that another can enjoy the shade, but unfortunately, far too many innocent people have sacrificed their lives in the process.

Ruan Xianxian lowered her gaze, "Besides the elderly, how many female infants were sacrificed? Continue the investigation."