Before killing him, they were even feeding him a meal. They were surprisingly nice people.
Wu Zhiqi was terrified. He did not want to die.
"A'Yu, feed the Upper Tribe Lord a bowl of wine."
Huo Yu bared his teeth in a grin, lifted the wine bowl, and shoved it straight into Wu Zhiqi's mouth.
"Ugh... pfft, pfft..."
"Don't just drink. Eat some food!"
"Huff!" Wu Zhiqi gasped frantically, then hurriedly said, "What else do you want to know? Ask me."
Shen Can told him about the strange "ironwood" he had obtained after killing the Blood Shaman.
"When I was first learning shamanism, the old shaman in my tribe once said that there was a kind of strange shamanic artifact capable of controlling shamans, turning master and servant upside down—the artifact became the master, and the shaman its servant.
"What you encountered may have been that kind of strange shamanic artifact. The Blood Shaman was likely under its control."
Wu Zhiqi said, "That is only normal. The Blood Shaman's cultivation was unlike that of ordinary shamans such as us, so he naturally had to pay the proper price—worshipping Disaster Beasts, serving evil spirits, and so on.
"Ordinary shamanic arts have difficulty erasing such things.
"However, when I was in the tribe, I did hear a rumor.
"It said that when strange shamanic artifacts absorbed the blood and vitality of living beings, it was actually another form of being worshipped and served through sacrifice. They shared something in common with tribal sacrificial artifacts."
As he spoke, Wu Zhiqi paused, then hastily explained, "I only happened to hear someone else mention it. I meant nothing else by it. I'm simply saying whatever I know."
Now that Wu Zhiqi mentioned it, it really did sound somewhat similar.
The ancestral temple's sacrifices also