It would be fine if after the sacrifice, there would be no memory of it anymore.
But after asking the old lady to offer the sacrifice, the god still preserved the scene in which he witnessed his daughter being skinned alive but remained indifferent.
Even if it were any other mother, she would probably never forgive herself in her life.
It's simply murderous and heartbreaking!
Xia Yiqian frowned slightly and said in a very certain tone: "The ghost hanging at my door is your daughter.
But why do I feel like you two are not familiar with each other?"
The old lady did feed buns to the big Chinese knot, but it didn't look very familiar.
The old lady showed an even more miserable smile, "How can I dare to face her after what happened?
Since we became ghosts, we couldn't remember the content of the sacrifice for a long time.
My silly girl always thought that she was the one who harmed us. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have come to this inn and wouldn't have encountered the tragic experience of being sacrificed.
We didn't want her to continue blaming herself, so we could only pretend that she had no painful memories of the human sacrifice. We just waited in this inn day after day, year after year, for our daughter to arrive, not daring to recognize her.
She saw us every day and persuaded us that our daughter might be here soon and that we should not worry.
I could feel that she was particularly happy when she saw us.
How could I bear to break this delicate balance?
No matter what time or situation, I just hope she can live well under limited circumstances."
She remembered that her daughter loved the buns she made the most. Even on the day her daughter was admitted to the hospital, she still told her that she wanted to eat the buns she made.
So in the days that followed, he used the things left in the inn to steam a tray of buns every day.
At first she didn't dare give it to her daughter, fearing that she would find out that something was wrong with them.
It was not until the little girl in front of her lived next door to her that she mustered up the courage to give the little girl a bowl of buns, and the next morning, she fed the buns to her daughter with her own hands.
Everyone present felt a little sad when they heard the old lady's experience.
Huang Yangyang even kicked the stairs and cursed with an ugly face, "What a sin!"
The old lady calmed down a bit and looked at them calmly, "So, don't go to the fifth floor, otherwise you will be like my daughter, your skin and flesh will be torn off alive, and you will stay here forever.
Please don’t tell my daughter about this and make her sad…”
"mom."
A hoarse voice suddenly came from behind her, and the old lady stopped talking abruptly.
Her head turned slowly and stutteringly like a rusty machine, and she saw the bloody man standing on the second floor, looking at her in disbelief.
The old lady's back suddenly stiffened, and she didn't know how to deal with this sudden situation.
After a long while, he stammered, "You, you heard everything?"
The woman, whose body was covered in dark red blood and whose muscles were visible but who had no skin, nodded.
There was no skin on her face, so no one could see her expression, but everyone could feel her sadness.
"Mom, I'm sorry!"
As she spoke, she threw herself into the old lady's arms and burst into tears.
Seeing this, the old lady could no longer hold back and cried uncontrollably while hugging her daughter.
Many people present had tears in their eyes, secretly cursing the mastermind and the so-called god in their hearts, saying that they were not human and had absolutely no conscience!
Li Songtian gritted his teeth and whispered, "Whether it's the mastermind behind this or the so-called god, they're really going too far.
Why don’t we think of a way? Since we can’t get out, we might as well give it a try. Or let’s think about it…”
He did not continue to say what he wanted to say, but looked upstairs, and scratched his neck hard with his hand, making a gesture of wiping his neck.
Everyone present was silent, even the mother and daughter who were hugging each other and crying stopped crying.
The corners of Zhao Xun's mouth twitched. He never knew that this guest friend was so bold.
Although he was a bit reckless and his words weren't very pleasant in the past, I never knew he was so bold! He actually wanted to kill the gods?
He also tried to lower his voice and reminded quietly: "This is not a question of whether others are human beings, but a question of whether we can do it.
Among us, besides Xia Yiqian, is there anyone with a cultivation level higher than the Yellow Rank? How can we compare with them?
If you act suddenly, aren't you seeking death?"
As soon as he came up with his "Huangjie Theory", several people present fell silent.
Bai Lingyu interjected quietly, "Even if you're above the Yellow Rank, or even the Heaven Rank, you still won't be able to accomplish this.
You think too highly of us.”
If they go up like this, they might get slapped in the face and peeled like bloody bananas.
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