Next, Yan Minghua added, "I didn't learn much about this. I only heard a few old women who couldn't sleep late at night mention that worshipping and making offerings to these ghosts and gods was simply a custom passed down by their ancestors."
"I don't know much else..."
Pei Ling nodded slightly, then looked at "Xi" again.
"Xi" said, "From what I learned, the custom of making offerings to ghosts and gods has a long history."
"Though the common folk here might not pay it much mind in their everyday lives, whenever things go wrong, they all go to make offerings and burn incense, hoping for things to go their way."
"Moreover, people have gone missing every so often over the years."
"There are also some stories whose truth is unknown and for which there's no proof. For instance, someone once brought his young son to burn incense. The boy was mischievous, and while kowtowing, he secretly opened his eyes and pulled a face at the Divine Statue. But then he saw the ghosts and gods' statue open its eyes too, grinning viciously at him. The child was so frightened that he fainted on the spot. After that, he took to his bed and soon died..."
"The temples of the ghosts and gods are usually deserted, but in the dead of night, they often ring with shrill screams that make your hair stand on end. No one dares pass them lightly, not even in broad daylight..."
"There are also rumors that people have seen blood streaming from Divine Statues, and that temples have become seas of corpses and blood, and so on..."
Pei Ling listened closely. There was a good chance all three of them were telling the truth!
At the moment, if he wanted to contend with these ghosts