Night fell.
"Why can they all leave while our group is the only one that has to stay behind and clean up?"
"Honestly, even if we leave this stuff alone, it'll be gone in a few days anyway."
"Stop complaining. Didn't you hear the supervisor? The sacrificial grounds have to be kept clean. Hurry up and finish so we can go back and eat. I'm starving."
The lights flickered.
They illuminated Huo Wa's face.
Huo Wa was holding a shovel, scooping up the bloodstained soil from the ground and dumping it into the trash bin beside him.
Quite a few trucks had come and gone that afternoon, especially those emerging from the altar. As they drove away, blood plasma from the sacrifices had dripped from their cargo beds.
Huo Wa guessed that the trucks leaving the grounds were carrying the corpses of chickens, ducks, and geese. He had no idea how the bodies of the sacrifices would be disposed of.
If they were still intact, throwing them away would be a waste. They could easily be cooked into dishes for everyone to eat.
There had been far too many trucks coming and going that afternoon. If all of them were cooked into dishes, how many days would it take to eat everything?
At that thought, Huo Wa's stomach began to growl.
He swallowed, then brought the shovel down again. Something in the shovel glinted.
Huo Wa crouched down and brushed aside the mud and sand in the shovel, revealing a silver ring.
The ring was worn on a finger that looked as though it belonged to some girl.
It was so slender, yet only part of it remained. The silver ring was still worn on the severed finger.
Huo Wa cried out and fell onto the ground.
His heart pounded