Red and white fluids spread across the ground. The moment they appeared, the air seemed to freeze for a brief instant.
Even Sikong Ju, the vessel of the Egg of Fear, briefly lost focus... But when the sight of freshly dug-out brains, each perfectly sealed and incomparably fresh, piled up before him appeared, it quickly struck at the very essence of the Egg of Fear—it gained a powerful SAN boost.
"Is this really a sacrifice... or an evil ritual...?"
In the frozen air, Zhao Huai'an suddenly drew a deep breath—as if he had already forgotten that he was currently hanging spread-eagled from tentacles. He stared blankly at the pile of offerings.
When he thought of how the residents of Crimson City had eagerly carried these offerings out of their homes and handed them to the Feather Clan guards collecting the tributes... and how those guards had gone from house to house, an absurd yet horrifying feeling welled up inside him.
He instinctively looked toward Sikong Zhaiyue—the old man had once warned him that it would be best not to find out what was inside.
Was it because the old man himself knew what it meant, or because he had been frightened out of his wits as well?
But Sikong Zhaiyue still looked utterly dejected, as though none of this had anything to do with him anymore.
At that moment, a mad laugh rang out.
"What in the world is going on? Hahahahaha!" Sikong Ju grabbed his own face and threw his head back in laughter, like Yagami Iori from Crimson City. "Wonderful!!! Hahaha, absolutely wonderful! Were these offerings prepared especially for me?"
With a wave of his hand, a fresh brain sealed in a container, seeming almost ready to throb, instantly fell into his palm... Sikong Ju crushed the container