At the thought of that terrifying scene, Zhang Huaping's heart was deeply shaken.
But she was, after all, an old hand who had traveled far and wide.
She began pretending nothing had happened, repeatedly muttering to herself, I can't hear anything. I can't hear anything, as she continued past the warehouse and headed outside.
But the good times did not last.
She had just put the place behind her when she passed by the Blacksmith Shop.
The sound of hammering—Duang~Duang—and furious roars came from inside.
The sizzling of roasting meat.
Terrifying mutterings she could not understand.
The eerie shouts of a bloody sacrificial ritual.
It was utterly spine-chilling.
She did not dare go in to look, either.
If she had guessed correctly, something extremely terrifying was happening inside.
At that moment, she instinctively felt that this was not a Blacksmith Shop at all, but a barbecue shop. It was as if someone inside the house had picked up iron skewers, lit a furnace, and brushed on all kinds of dipping sauces.
A group of burly men were enthusiastically shouting and feasting.
After all, no matter how she thought about it, a normal Blacksmith Shop would never produce the smell and sounds of roasting meat, right?!
"I didn't hear anything at all. I only went to take a look at the jewelry and sewing areas just now."
She knew she had already begun to panic.
The fear in her heart was already like that ancient tomb she had raided back in the day.
This Mountain Villa deep in the mountains was even more terrifying and inhuman than the rumors outside claimed!
And she had unwittingly uncovered just the tip of the iceberg of these Demon Cultivators' inhumanity.
Everywhere was filled with horrifying scenes beyond imagination.
At once, she hardened her heart.