The Blood Worship Cultists walked slowly, chanting something under their breath as they went.
Xu Nan had no idea what ghost stories they were reciting. He was casually muttering the Three Character Classic himself, and he looked fairly convincing doing it.
He followed this group of Blood Worship Cultists for a long time—an entire hour—before they finally reached their destination.
Only then did Xu Nan realize that these believers had been circling the jungle, apparently treading along a fixed route. There might be something significant about it.
Deep within the jungle, he discovered a large number of crude dwellings.
These houses had probably been built by the Blood Worship Cultists with their bare hands. Most were piled together from stone and wood, and the living conditions were appalling. They did not even have toilets!
Did believing in the Ancient Seven Gods mean you no longer had to take a dump?
Xu Nan's imagination ran wild.
From what he had observed, most of these Blood Worship Cultists were ordinary people. Only a small number of priests and ritualists were professionals, and their levels were not particularly high. He probably had yet to reach their true inner circle.
"Although the Ancient Seven Gods are closely connected, these people are called Blood Worship Cultists because their leader is the Seven Blood God!"
"That Emolan from before was merely a minor figure among the Ancient Seven Gods. They say the Seven Blood God was the greatest enemy of the ancient gods, but evil ultimately could not triumph over justice. He was brutally dismembered..."
"The emblems on these Blood Worship Cultists' clothes are obvious! They are all followers of the Seven Blood God!"
Even among the Blood Worship Cultists, there were distinctions because of the Seven Gods. After all, faith was serious business. Even blood