Su Muye frowned. "When did you save me?"
He was not fully conscious at the time and did not know what was happening.
Su Deng's face darkened. "You're the one who spilled that bowl of blood."
Liu Sangua said, "This village isn't as simple as it seems right now. The god-level materials for this dungeon are still there..."
His words were meaningful and had a hidden meaning.
Not long ago, he had offered incense to that Taoist priest. Su Deng didn't believe he was being controlled. She had no liking for this strange player and didn't want to have any more contact with him. Without saying anything more, she led Su Muye down the mountain.
The sacrificial procession, like a chaotic dance of demons, paraded around the entire village. In the thin, misty night, they resembled ghosts on the road to the underworld, scattering red paper money all over the ground, eerily beautiful like flowers dyed red with blood on the other side of the underworld.
After catching up, Su Deng followed at the back of the group.
"Mom," Su Muye said softly after following them for a while, "their route is so strange."
The village is not large; one could walk around it in a straight line. However, the group, led by a Taoist priest, traversed winding paths.
Su Deng naturally noticed it. She traced the path the group had taken in her palm, her brow furrowed. "It looks like some kind of talisman."
She didn't understand talismans, but the pattern she drew was similar to the talisman the Taoist priest had drawn with Su Muye's blood.
This Taoist priest is definitely suspicious; he might be the key to our understanding.
Su Deng licked her back teeth with the tip of her tongue and continued to follow.
The village, which can be explored in ten minutes, took the sacrificial procession almost an hour before stopping under a large tree at the village entrance east of the ancestral hall.
"Sacrifice to the gods!"
People put the children down, and after the Taoist priest shouted a loud shout and chanted incantations, the two children walked side by side toward the ancient well.
Su Muye's eyes widened. "They're not going to jump, are they?"
When she was in the modern Yao Village, Xiuxiu said that their human sacrifice seemed to be a well sinking. She had seen the well at the entrance of the village, which was under a big tree and had a huge rock pressing down on the well opening.
As Su Deng was thinking, she saw the two children had already climbed onto the edge of the well.
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